The crimson hues of her eyes observantly swept over the busy streets of Volterra as the blonde strolled through the crowd, her steps casual and unhurried, like someone taking a leisurely walk. But beneath the surface, a storm of disgust and thinly veiled rage brewed. The city's very name in her mind infuriated her.
She scanned the faces, searching for any sign of her old life. More specifically, for him—Aro. The thought of wrapping her hands around his throat simmered beneath her calm facade. What she’d do afterward was a question for fate. Dressed in a pale blue sundress that brushed the ground, the original vampire moved on, taking in the world’s changes after centuries of imprisonment that left her with more questions than any answers. A flicker of movement in a nearby alley snagged her attention, piquing her interest as she beelined towards the disturbance.
