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What is Stephanie Myers's problem making her background characters more interesting than the mains. How am I supposed to pay attention to the guy who died from the Spanish Influenza when twins who were burned at the stake for witch accusations are there. Or the 1920s queen who killed her rapists one by one. Or the guy whose father was a vampire hunter. Or the
Volturi kings x fem reader (separate), smut, some controlling elements, dirty talk, ect. Also I've never written for twilight and I have very specific versions of the kings living in my head so be nice đ„Č
Caius, who would want you on your back with your legs wrapped around his waist while he pummels into your poor, spasming little human cunt. Who rests his cold forehead on yours, staring unblinkingly into your wet eyes as his upper body remains eerily still - an inhuman contrast to his lower body jack hammering into you. His hands are braced on the head board behind you, millennia of precision and restraint honed into his arms as they work to stop his forehead from smashing your face in, while keeping you pressed down onto the feather pillow below you with his sweet, sweet pressure.
Caius who would mock you as you mewl and look up at him like you're shocked and disgusted at how good his balls feel slapping against your clit.
"Oh? Does that feel nice dolly? You want my venom in your belly and your cervix bruised from me? Dirty little minx."
Aro who would want you in a similar position, but with your legs over his shoulders and one ankle in his grasp as he marvels at your pointed feet. His ancient mind imagining his venom dripping from the arch of it. Yes, that freaky mf definitely has a foot fetish. He'd have a pillow under the small of your back to angle you slightly higher, but he'd still be above you. His hair falling like an inky curtain around both of your faces as he grins down at you with crazed vermillion eyes, too many teeth, and fingers slithering into your mouth. They press down until you gag and roll your eyes back, because it's just so delicious to be defiled like this.
Also the Aro I have in my head isn't the biggest fan of slow lovemaking or hard, cold fucking. I feel like he'd be less about pace and more about rhythm. He's like a fucked up peacock trying to show off what he can do with his hips, and God can he use them. He'd bury himself balls deep in you and then roll his hips sickeningly slow while rubbing tight little circles into your clit. When he gets really cocky he rests his hands on his hips and look down at you from up his nose, oozing superiority.
Aro at your neck, dragging the sharp tip of his nose across it, up the column, around the shell of your ear. He's whispering filth in Italian - and chuckling giddily when you tighten around him like a fist, just as he predicted.
"oh, oh, oh! - dolcezza, my most belissima girl, take it, take it, take it!"
You will be called a good girl approximately 82 times, and he will probably cry into your boobs when he cums. (He told me himself đ)
Marcus, who would want you sat up on your knees as his arms wrap around you from behind, your head turned sideways to look up at him from under your lashes. He'd root his fingers in your hair, close to the scalp, and hold you still while he fucks up into you at a moderate pace. I think modern Marcus awakened by a new mate, especially a human mate, would be the epitome of a soft dom. You'd be called "sweetheart" and "tesoro" and all the good shit, but he'd still be a tad controlling during sex (and in general), because now his only purpose in life is to protect you, which translates as constantly controlling you through touch and positioning.
He'd also growl in your ear and need every inch of him touching you and reveling in your warmth. Ladies and disappointments Marcus Volturi is a neck nuzzler!! He just wants you, in any way, but having your back to his front really riles something primal and long dead in him. Also, kind of gross, but he's obsessed with everything that comes from you, including your sweat. He sees it as proof of his effect on you, and your time together.
Omg I will be so excited wen part 3 of the only common sense character in Twilight comes out I need more please never stop
OH, COME ON! I'M JUST STATING THE OBVIOUS PT. 3
platonic! the cullensïč gender neutral reader
LINK TO PART ONE AND PART TWO
authors note: I did it. I FINALLY MANAGED TO MAKE A PART THREE FOR THIS SERIES! As you can see, it's quite long and I apologize beforehand if the fic isn't formatted right. This has taken so much time and with snippets being added at later times, consider it some sort of fucked up collage. Anyways, I had fun writing this and hopefully the next part, which will cover Eclipse, will come out soon! Enjoy!
The first thing you did after leaving Forks was pull out your phone and then casually throw it into the ocean. The silence that followed was beautiful. Then you jumped after it.
Not because you were suicidal. You were a vampire. The fall was more of an inconvenience than anything. No, you jumped because for the first time in months, your mind was free to focus on the truly important questions.
Questions that had plagued you for decades. Questions science refused to answer. For example:
If drinking human blood was essentially the vampire equivalent of a carnivore diet and drinking animal blood made you guys the supernatural equivalent of vegetarians...Then what would a vampire be called if they solely drank the blood of sea creatures?
Pescatarian? Could a vampire even survive exclusively on sea creatures? And if so, would that transformed you into some sort of fucked up mermaid?
These were important questions and you intended to find answers.
Months later, you still hadn't. You did, however, discover several other things. Firstly, Dolphins were evil. You didn't know why humans thought they were cute, but after spending three days around them, you were convinced they were the psychopaths of the ocean. Whales, however, were significantly nicer.
Sharks were surprisingly straightforward. Squid were judgmental and sea turtles had somehow mastered the art of looking disappointed.
It was, honestly, one of the best vacations you'd ever had.
Eventually, however, even paradise got boring. Which was why nearly five months later you found yourself returning to Forks. Not because you missed anyone. That would just be embarrassing. You simply wanted to check on things.
Maybe visit Charlie. Maybe see if Bella had finally used the therapy sessions. Maybe punch Edward if he was around.
Normal things.
However, the moment you stood outside the Swan house, something felt off. You couldn't explain it, but the vibe was just depressing. "...Jesus Christ."
Then you walked inside and immediately wished you hadn't. Because Bella was curled into a ball on the couch. Not reading, not sleeping, not watching television. Just existing. "...What the fuck."
You checked for a pulse. And, hurray, she was still alive. "Bella?" Nothing. "You good?" Nothing. "Blink twice if you've been possessed." Nothing.
Jesus Christ. This some scary shit.
You were about two seconds away from quietly backing out and pretending you never came when a damn bird flew through the open window. It flew overhead for a second before it attempted to take a shit on your shoulder.
"YOU FILTHY LITTLEâ"
Bella's head snapped toward you. You froze. The bird wisely fled the scene.
Then Bella stood up. Her eyes looked unhinged, like somebody had removed all the lights and forgotten to put them back. You took a cautious step backward. "Nope." Another stop. "Absolutely not."
And then she launched herself at you.
"What the fuâ"
You barely had enough time to brace yourself before she slammed into your chest. Her arms wrapped around you. Tightly, way too tightly. "You're back." Not liking the physical contact, you tried to push her off, but discovered something horrifying. Bella was stronger than she looked. Pushing, shoving, and even an elbow to the ribs didn't grant you sweet release.
You stared at the ceiling.
This was somehow worse than the comatose phase.
After several minutes, in what felt like a hostage negotiation, you finally managed to pry her off. Taking a seat on the couch, Bella immediately filled the spot beside you. Far too close for comfort, mind you. And, more concerningly, she never stopped staring. Not once. You'd seen bears look at food with less intensity.
"....So, where's Charlie?"
"At work."
"Good."
Pause.
"Where is the rest of your family?"
There it was.
You sighed. "Vacation."
"Vacation?"
"Yep."
"Where?"
"No clue."
"When are they coming back?"
"No clue."
"Do they miss me?"
You stared at Bella as the silence stretched to uncomfortable levels "Girl," you pointed at her. "What have you been doing for the last five months?"
Bella shrugged. The gesture irritated you immediately. "Nothing really. I've just been...here."
You looked toward the ceiling, searching for strength, yet found none. "Okay but like..." You gestured wildly. "Anything else?"
Silence.
Your eye twitched. "A hobby?" Nothing. "A friend?" Nothing. "A new crush?" Nothing. You slowly sat up straighter. "...Therapy?"
Bella immediately looked away.
You felt something inside you snap. "ISABELA MARIE SWAN." She visibly flinched. "Oh my God." You stood up. "OH MY GOD."
"It wasn'tâ"
"I PREPAID AN ENTIRE YEAR."
Bella shrank into the couch. "I know."
"Do you know how expensive that was?"
"I know."
"Do you know how hard it is to find a therapist who won't immediately kick you out the door after hearing vampire-related nonsense? And you didn't go?"
"I was busy."
"Busy doing what?! Auditioning to become furniture?"
Bella looked offended. "I was depressed."
"THAT'S WHAT THE THERAPY WAS FOR!" You began pacing because if you sat down again, you might actually lose your mind. "I left resources. I left support. I left professional help. I LEFT A NOTEBOOK."
Bella quietly mumbled, "I used the notebook."
You stopped pacing, hope flickered in your eyes. "...Really?"
She nodded.
Your shoulders relaxed slightly. "Okay." Maybe there was progress. Maybe things weren't as bad as they looked. "That's good."
Bella hesitated then added, "Most of it was about Edward."
The hope died instantly. You dragged both hands down your face. "Unbelievable."
And somehow, against all reason, you already knew you weren't leaving anytime soon. Because somebody clearly needed adult supervision, and unfortunately, you were the closest thing available.
"Okay," You pointed a finger at her. "First thing tomorrow, we're getting you a hobby."
Bella blinked. "A hobby?"
"Yes."
"What kind?"
You thought about it then shrugged. "At this point, I don't care. Knitting. Karate. Tax fraud. Something."
You had honestly expected her to choose something boring like journaling. You had not, however, expected the universe to hand her Jacob Black. Which, in hindsight, was exactly the sort of thing the universe would do. And honestly? You liked him immediately.
Not in a âoh, I endorse this relationshipâ way. More in a âcompared to Edward, this kid feels like a green flagâ way.
Jacob was blunt. He was loud. He had the general energy of a golden retriever that had learned how to be sarcastic. He called Bella on her nonsense, talked to her like a person instead of a fragile glass ornament, and, most importantly, did not spend his nights lurking outside someone's window like a supernatural creeper with abandonment issues.
Which was deeply refreshing.
On your end, you made her eat. You made her shower. You made her change clothes that no longer qualified as clothes and more as crime scene evidence. You made her go outside, even if it was just to stand on the porch and glare at the sky like it had personally offended her. And somehow, through all of it, Jacob had wormed his way into the routine too, offering her rides, bad jokes, and a level of emotional maturity your brother Edward could only hope to have.
And then, because the universe apparently hates peace and you winning in life, Alice came back to ruin everything. You were sitting on Charlie's couch when the front door opened, and there stood your sister with an expression of utter disbelief.
"Alice!"
The amount of happiness that flooded Bella's face was honestly alarming. Before you could blink, Bella had launched herself across the room and wrapped Alice in a hug.
For a moment, you actually pitied your sister. Because damn, that human was strong. Months of hauling motorcycle parts around with Jacob had apparently paid off as Alice staggered backward slightly from the force of impact.
"You're here."
Alice hugged her back automatically, though her expression remained completely bewildered. After a moment, she pulled away just enough to stare at Bella's face.
âWould you like to explain to me how youâre still alive?! I saw a vision of you, jumping off a cliff. I knew Iâd be too late butââ Her expression sharpened into pure outrage. âWhy the hell would you try to kill yourself?!â
Bella eyes widened. âI didnât. I was cliff jumping.â
âWhy?â
Bella hesitated, then gave the most unconvincing shrug of all time. âUmâŠfun?â
Aliceâs expression twisted in disbelief so complete it was almost impressive. âThat was fun for you?â
âUntil I hit the water.â
âI have never met anyone more prone to life-threatening idiocy in my life.â Then she wrinkled her nose in disgust. âAnd what is that hideous wet dog smell?â
âOh, probably Jacob. Heâs a werewolf.â
"Great, you manage toâ" Alice abruptly stops, eyes going hazy, which is a clear indicator that she's currently receiving a vision. You straightened on the sofa, but didn't dare approach her, as last time you did, she backhanded you so hard you crashed through Carlisle's antique bookshelf.
She still owed you an apology by the way.
The longer Alice remained still, the more you grew concerned. Concerned in the sense that if this turned into another family crisis, you were going to return to the ocean and stay there indefinitely.
Alice inhaled sharply. Her eyes snapped back into focus, and for the first time since arriving, she looked afraid. "Bella, Edward thinks you're dead."
The next minutes were spent with Alice informing Bella about what her vision entailed, and honestly, you stopped listening at the mention of the Volturi.
No. Just no.
You knew about the Volturi.
Ancient vampires. Ridiculous power. Enough influence to make kings kneel. And one of them, if old stories were to be believed, had the personality of a medieval tax collector.
No thank you.
You valued your life or at least your continued existence. You had no desire to meet the vampire equivalent of Vlad the Impaler and his equally terrifying coworkers.
At some point you must have started dissociating because the next thing you knew the house was eerily quiet. You looked around and realized that your sister and Bella were gone, along with the car previously out front.
ââŠHuh.â
They left without you. Good. Excellent. Wonderful. You made yourself more comfortable on the couch. Problem solved. Then, the front door slammed open and you barely had time to react before tiny vampire hands grabbed your arm.
âGet up.â
âNo.â
Alice pulled. You didnât move. She pulled harder. You remained firmly planted on the couch. The couch, however, groaned in protest.
âGet up.â
âNo way in hell am I going all the way to Italy just because Edward decided he wanted to become a damn drama queen. I already fixed Bella to the best of my abilities. I ainât no genie.â
Alice stared at you with the same expression she always got when she was seconds away from either winning or committing a crime. âYou are coming.â
âNo, Iâm not.â
âYes, you are.â
âNo, Iâm really, sincerely, deeply not.â
Aliceâs jaw tightened. âY/N.â
You folded your arms and sank deeper into the couch like a stubborn cat with a grudge. âAlice, listen to me very carefully. I have spent months dragging Bella out of a depressive swamp because your brother thought being emotionally devastating was a personality trait. I have done my civic duty. I have fulfilled my obligation to the vampire community. I have contributed. I am done. This is the end of my shift.â
Alice made a noise in the back of her throat that meant she was losing patience, which was honestly rude considering you were the one being inconvenienced.
âEdward thinks sheâs dead.â she said, a little more sharply now, as if that was supposed to change your mind.
You deadpanned. âAnd? That is a he problem.â
âHeâs going to Volterra.â
âSounds like a him-and-the-Italian-police problem.â
Aliceâs eyes flashed. âHeâs serious.â
You shrugged. âNatural consequences.â
"He's going to kill himself!"
âAnd whose fault is that? The man has existed for over a century and apparently never learned how to use a damn telephone.â
âHeâs grieving!â
âHeâs stupid!â
âHeâs emotional!â
âHeâs Edward!â You threw your hands into the air. "I'm not stopping you or Bella from saving him, although he kinda deserves it, but I'm also not joining."
And you stayed true to your word.
You didnât go to Italy.
You didnât stand around in ancient marble hallways while vampires with inferiority complexes made speeches about blood and fate and whatever other miserable nonsense old immortals used to fill the centuries. You didnât watch Edward and Bella have whatever emotional disaster of a reunion that was bound to happen.
You went back to your rented apartment, kicked your shoes off by the door, and for the first time in what felt like forever, let silence sit with you without demanding anything in return.
It was glorious.
You made tea you didnât need. Sat on your couch like a king who had survived a coup. Opened a book, read the same sentence four times, and still counted that as a win. There was no Bella crisis. No Edward crisis. No family meeting. No one collapsing emotionally in front of you and expecting you to catch them.
For maybe five whole day, your life was peaceful until there was a knock on your door. Frowning because you rarely had visitors that were not family, you stood up and opened the door.
ââŠJasper?â
Your brother smiled in greeting, and before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around him. âDude, I missed you. LikeâI donât say this often, but I did.â
Jasper laughed softly, returning the hug. âI missed you too.â
And there it was.
The reason Aliceâs emotional blackmail worked every single time. Because if she was your sister, Jasper was your platonic soulmate. Your brother from another mother. The person who understood silence as fluently as conversation.
âGet in here.â
Jasper entered your apartment and stopped. His golden eyes traveled over the space. The ocean maps. The marine biology books. The suspiciously large amount of waterproof equipment, and the whiteboard.
Written across it in large letters was:
DO VAMPIRES BECOME MERMAIDS IF THEY DRINK FISH BLOOD??
Jasper turned to you confused. ââŠWhat?â
You immediately lit up. âOh, Iâm so glad you asked.â
Three hours later, Jasper was sat on your couch listening patiently while you explained your adventures beneath the sea. You told him about wrestling sharks. Losing to octopi and discovering that dolphins were evil.
âTheyâre organized,â you said gravely. âToo organized.â
Jasper nodded solemnly. âI believe you.â
âTHANK YOU.â
âNobody else does?â
âThey called me paranoid.â
Jasper frowned. âYou are, but dolphins are unsettling.â
You pointed at him dramatically. âExactly! This is why youâre my favorite.â A pause. ââŠDonât tell the others except Edward. He doesn't even make it on the list.â
âI wonât.â
You relaxed then narrowed your eyes. âWait.â Jasper froze before you pointed accusingly. âYou didnât come all this way just to visit me.â
He looked away.
Bingo.
You gasped dramatically. âYOU HAVE AN AGENDA.â
Jasper looked almost guilty. Which on Jasper meant he looked vaguely uncomfortable. âCarlisle asked me to find you.â
You slumped. âOf course he did.â You buried your face into a pillow. âIâm not coming back.â
Jasper sighed. âI figured youâd say that.â
âGood. Then mission accomplished.â
âItâs important.â
âNo.â
âY/N.â
âNo.â
âBellaâs holding a vote.â
You stopped and slowly lowered the pillow. ââŠWhat kind of vote?â
Jasper hesitated. âThe familyâs voting on whether she should become a vampire.â
Silence.
Then sat up straight. âOh.â
Well, that changed things. Not because you particularly cared about vampire politics. No, but because Edward hated the idea of turning Bella into one of your kind. A grin spread across your face.
Jasper immediately looked concerned. âWhy are you smiling like that?â
You stood. Grabbed your jacket and smiled wider. âJasper.â
âYes?â
âTake me home.â
SMALL TIME SKIP
The drive back to Forks felt like walking into a storm youâd already survived once, but this time you had your own reasons for being there. Not Edward. Never Edward. If anything, Edward was just a bonus source of irritation.
By the time you reached the house, everyone was present.
Esme, looking worried and gentle. Carlisle, composed but tired. Rosalie, looking like sheâd rather bite someone than participate in sentiment. Emmett, looking entertained by the drama of it all. Alice, vibrating with anticipation. Edward, pale and tight-jawed and already looking like he wanted to object to the concept of free will.
And Bella, at the center of it all, looked nervous but determined.
You took your place without ceremony, shoving your hands into your pockets and surveying the room. âWow, you people really know how to create a joyful atmosphere.â
Alice smiled at you. âYou came.â
âAgainst my better judgment.â
Edwardâs eyes narrowed. âI thought you were done with all this.â
âI was,â you said. âbut then I got invited to watch your misery in current time."
Rosalie snorted.
Bella glanced at you, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. âYou really came back.â
You shrugged. âJasper guilt tripped me.â
Jasper lifted one shoulder, guilty and unapologetic all at once.
Carlisle began speaking, explaining the vote again, though everyone already knew what it was about. Bella would become one of them, if they agreed, if they trusted her choice, if the family decided this was the right step.
You didnât say much while the others talked. You mostly watched Edward, because it was hard not to. He looked furious at the idea, even as he kept trying to frame it as concern. He was miserable in that way only Edward could be. Like a man being asked to suffer by the universe and somehow blaming everyone else for the weather.
Bella took a breath.
Then she looked at everyone and, with the kind of steadiness that had become a little more impressive now that she was standing on the edge of becoming immortal, she said what she wanted.
And when eyes turned to you, you already knew what you were going to say.
You didnât hesitate. âI vote yes.â
Edward stared at you like youâd betrayed some sacred blood oath. âWhy?â
You smiled, all teeth. âBecause you hate it.â
Emmett barked out a laugh. Alice was grinning. Bella stared at you, a little startled, a little touched. Edward looked deeply, personally wronged.
You folded your arms and kept going, because honestly, this had been building for months.
âShe wants it,â you said, glancing at Bella. âAnd after everything sheâs been through because of you, Iâm not going to stand here and tell her she has to stay human just because you canât handle the idea of consequences.â
Edwardâs jaw tightened.
âOh, donât make that face. You spent months treating Bella like the center of your universe and then acted surprised when that universe exploded. If she wants to stop being fragile, let her. Maybe then she can survive your nonsense.â
You pointed at him.
âAnd before you start, no, I do not care that this isnât what you wanted. You got your way every time this family caved for months. My turn.â
Edward muttered something under his breath that definitely was not polite.
You grinned.
Yeah, Bella becoming a vampire was probably a terrible idea in the grand cosmic scheme of things, but it would make Edward miserable. And after everything heâd put this family through, it's what he deserves.
Warnings: body horror, torture, suicidal thoughts, animal death mentioned, psychological abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, description of injury, smoking
Fic summary: your reunion with the volturi after your âkidnappingâ goes in an unexpected direction
âMy sweet dearâ Aro greeted as he perched on his marble throne alongside the rest of the volturi, genuine glee filling the eccentric man's face as he and the two other men look down at your figure that had been covered by your family's presence âhow weâve missed youâ
You want to scream. You want to cry. You want to burst into a laughter of madness that no other fit could ever outshine. You just wanted to die and rot back into the ground, a fate you would welcome with a bared neck and open chest cavity at this point.
Everyone in the room stares at you in a way that shows they want something from you. The volturi wanted the truth from you, the cullens wanted you to remain quiet and hoped no one would notice the freshly healed over cracks on your skin that hasn't had just the right amount of time to fade completely, and the spectators to your situation just wanted something to satiate their greedy needs of entertainment. And you?, you just wanted to fade into the ground and sink slowly into the depths of your own exhaustion and paranoia.
The process of putting you back together again was pure agony, similar to gluing a porcelain cup back together piece by piece. Carlisle had not stopped at breaking just your hand off, he shattered away every limb below your neck off one by one, leaving you a tortured torso that screamed and begged for an inch of mercy but you weren't granted that.Â
Carlise was nice enough to do the damage quickly instead of drawing the process out and risking accidentally sabotaging the delicate healing process. It seems the cullens sadism was outshined by their combined saviour complexes as they tried to make the healing process as comfortable for you as possible and took their turns âcaringâ for you.
They laid you in the softest of beds and used washcloths to dab away the excess of tears that poured from your eyes, bringing you cups of blood with a cute straw to help you drink without the accessibility of your limbs. But laying in the silk sheets and drinking the finest blood did nothing to limit the horror of your situation.Â
To heal the broken off limbs, the cullens strapped your torso down to the bed before laying the limbs in the original positions and allowing the vampire healing factors to work their unexplainable magic. Your limbs pulled themselves back together in a hellish process, similar to having your skin slowly stitched back together and bones forcibly fused. You screamed the entire time as you watched your porcelain textured skin reattach and you became whole again, the clattering and clicking of the process never able to be drowned out as you felt yourself slowly growing madder than the hatter.
It took three days for the bones to reform, an additional week for you to be able to use them fully again but not long enough for the cracks to fade and certainly never long enough for you to not get a phantom pain when you heard the clanking of porcelain or you see the cracks adorning your limbs.
Carlisle had wanted to let you rest at home longer, but the Volturi were not known for being patient and sent word for you as soon as they had heard their gentle heart had returned to her nest. And they were granted their wish as you stood before them, but this version of you wasn't the one they remembered.
âSheâs missed you too, Aroâ Carlisle offers after your silence goes on too long, the man can withstand committing violent acts of torture but couldnt handle a slight impoliteness or ongoing awkward silence âSheâs just more quiet, after her little situationâ
Aro eyed your figure in a suspicious manner, gaze meeting the hints to the cracks on your skin that had been hidden beneath conservative clothing youâd been dressed in, your chest had gone back to being forcibly bound once again. Physically you looked almost identical to the girl he remembered, but the added horror in your eyes was a new touch.
âLucky for us all, I can see everything i need to know from a simple touch of my sweet girls handâ Aro states in a sweet tone as he comes closer but he only invites you to move further back behind the figures of your family âdear, donât you want me to know of your journey, so i can make it better?â
You want to believe that the volturi will free you, that aro will free you and bring you to a safe environment away from the cullens where you could fix the irreparable damage they had caused your soul, but that was all just a fantasy. They knew what pain the cullens had done in the past and could do nothing to help you then, why be foolish enough to believe in childish notions of saviours now you had experienced the scorching hot pain of helplessness and disappointment. Instead you choose to cower behind your captors because the hundreds of years with them had made you accustomed to what they are, and you now believed it was safer to stick with the devil you know rather than choose a new path that only prolongs the pain and brings you to the same conclusion.
âShe isnât fond of being touched these days, by anyone other than her family that isâ Carlisle answers for you once again, a subtle jab to the Volturi that has you hearing cracking sounds from Caiusâs marble throne, a sound that makes you flinch slightly due to the familiarity of the sound âand weâve discussed that she doesn't wish to relive what happened, it's just too much for the girl to bareâ
âThen have her tell usâ Caius demands as he stands from his throne and is only stopped by Aroâs raised hand and your further retreat behind the Cullens âwhat did those rogues do?â
âYou are safe now, dearâ Marcus reassures from his throne with a concerned expression on his face, you want to scoff at the word safe as you doubt youâve felt safe since the day you were turned into the monster you are now âyou can confide in usâ
Your eyes look at them but your figure continues to shrink into itself as the hairs on the back of your neck prickle up at the sense that the Cullens were watching you, dissecting your every move and waiting to pounce once you said the wrong thing or you gave the wrong look.
âSpeak, childâ Caius demanded out of frustration as he rose from his throne and strided forward to you, his intention wasn't to distress you but to know what had been done to you in your absence âor did the rogues take out your damned tongue?â
You back away at his sudden presence and feel yourself gulping air that your body didnât need. Caius is taken aback by this reaction, you had not feared him in decades as you were one of the very few he allowed to see him soft, this was not the girl he remembered so fondly, this was a husk of the gentle soul he had once known.
âEnough, Caiusâ Aro yells as his hand lands on Caiusâs shoulder to stop his demanding approach, the Cullens surrounding you hiss at him aggressively âthe poor girl is shaking, leave her beâ
Guilt is an emotion that Caius wasnât used to feeling, sometimes he doubts heâs even able to do so. You prove he can when his eyes land on your trembling figure and widened eyes
âPerhaps it's best if the child waits outside in the gardens while we discuss what happenedâ Marcus offers as he senses the pure unease and the shift in yours and Caiusâs dynamic âif the subject is too much for her to recountâ
There is a shift in Carlisleâs demeanour, unable to be caught by people other than your family. There is a glint of victory in his eyes as he senses an opening, a way to shift the narrative into what his delusions have convinced him is the truth. He can tell the story without the pesky intrusions such as your opinion or the truth.
âExcellent ideaâ Carlisle flashes his charming smile once again âAlice, Jasper, go take her to the gardens-â
âNoâ Aro interrupts, shocking the Cullens as he waves them away âJane and Alec will escort her, give them a chance to catch upâ
âAroâ Carlisle says warningly, his hand holding onto your shoulder tightly âshe's fragile, she should be with family-â
âIt wasn't a requestâ Aro says with a tight grin âloosen the leash Carlisleâ
Carlisle sighs and lets go of his tight grip on your shoulder, giving you a final warning look thatâs only met with your dead eyes and a nod. Jane and Alec are at your side instantly as they guide you out the room, the door closing behind the three of you
âNow, Cullensâ Aro speaks as all three of the Volturi kings look at the family with menacing expressions âtell us what happened to our gentle girlâ
The Cullen family couldnât help but feel nervous at the new sense of suspicion that entered in your absence, trapping them in place.
Jane and Alec try to talk to you once you reach the gardens, Alec mostly carrying the attempts as Jane observes you with her usual cold, stoic expression yet to the trained eye, traces of concern were etched into her gaze.
You didnât speak much in return, offering mumbled out yes or nos and small hums in response to their words. It was a strange sight for the two, usually your lovely voice would fill the voids of silence the two siblings had between each other but now you were like a songbird who had lost her voice and now sat sadly at the bottom of her golden cage.
âThe night is quite lovely out here tonightâ Alec commented as he stood beside you on the balcony overlooking the gardens, the moonlight shining down softly but his words were only met with a small nod from you.
âIâm sure there are some birds around here you could controlâ Jane offers in her usual stoic tone as her eyes search the treelines for any wildlife âan owl perhapsâ
âI donât really do that much anymoreâ you mumble out quietly, this news taking the two aback slightly due to them knowing how much you loved your gift and how effortlessly you were usually able to connect with the nature around you âCanât really find a connectionâ
You choose to leave ot the fact that any animal you choose to find a connection with chooses to die rather than share your bond, birds flying into windows to avoid singing for you and smaller animals starving themselves rather than to sit at your side.
Your response is only met with silence from the siblings as theyâre thoughts race at the revelation, eyes darting to take in every little detail of your demeanour, your dead eyes and tense shoulders as if you were expecting pain to be inflicted at any moment.
âWill you tell us what happened to you, dearest friend?â Jane asks as she stands before you, blood red eyes meeting yours in hidden yearning, desperation âconfide in us what has been done to you?â
You still at the question, it's hard to answer questions about the supposed nightmare of your absence without admitting its the most freedom youâve ever experienced in your life and how much you wish you could magic yourself back into that shared motel room with James and Victoria.
âIt's not what you thinkâ is all you offer through a hushed whisper as you avoid their intruding gazesÂ
âWell what can we do to fix itâ Alec demands as he intrudes on your personal space in order to bring him a glimpse of the girl you were âto fix youâ
Alec had certainly picked up on more of Caiusâs habits than either of them would admit, both being hot headed when it concerned you and both blunt when looking to find the cure for you.
âAlecâ Jane attempts to calm her brother but heâs already passed his emotional threshold, years of being in the high guard had made them both accustomed to getting their own way so your lack of usual sweetness and cooperation seemed to grate on Alec
âWe can get you whatever you need to feel betterâ Alec offers in a slightly desperate manner âblood, animals, revenge, whatever it takes to heal your mind and to soothe youâ
âFreedomâ is what your mind screams but your mouth does not allow to speak âfreedom is the only thing to fix me, and the one thing you cannot giveâ
âJust speak it and we can make it happen, dearestâ Jane tries to encourage as she notices your mouth open and struggle to find the wordsÂ
âIâŠI wish to be aloneâ you struggle to ask but you look at the siblings with those big eyes of yours, and manage to give them a glimpse of who you once were âplease?â
The siblings look at each other before Alec sighs and Jane nods her head, both of them leaving you alone without a word, sensing that pushing you further would only cause more hurt and distress.
You're left alone to stare off the balcony, looking down at the bottom and wondering what kind of fall that would be. You closed your eyes as you envisioned yourself climbing over the balcony and dropping to the bottom, would your body crack like a porcelain doll like how carlisle broke your hand off or would it splinter off like wood like when Emmett pushed your hips too hard into the ground. The thought brings James to mind and the pure guilt causes you to let out a sigh.
âThe fall wouldnât kill youâ Your eyes flash open at the sound of a man's voice, turning to find a handsome blonde vampire stood beside you with a cigarette between his fingers and a stoic expression ânot unless you knocked down one of the lanterns with you, still a risky move that'll probably only end with you missing a limb thoughâ
You wince slightly at his words, your eyes looking down to your cracked skin and sighing.
âSorryâ he apologises in a way that doesnât sound very genuine, exhaling the smoke from his lit cigarette âtoo soon?â
You frown at him as your gaze narrows at his mocking words, eyes landing on his hand that cradles his lit cigarette.
âDoes that even do anything for you?â you mutter out curiously, a light scoff emitted from your throatÂ
âNot muchâ he admits with a careless shrug âbut i enjoy the smellâ
Your nose crinkles slightly in disgust but you offer him a silent nod as he exhales his smoke.
âSo, is making suicidal plans the way you spend your time nowadays?â The vampire asks with a raise brow as he leans against the balcony carelesslyÂ
âDo we know each other?â you ask with a frown, confused on how he can speak to you so brazenlyÂ
âYou and I have been scandalously acquainted for some time nowâ the vampire states cryptically âjust never face to faceâ
You're about to enquire on whatever that means, a blur of red in the corner of your eye captures your attention instead as you turn your head quickly in the hopes of catching a hint of Victoria and instead finding just a red haired volturi member passing by instead, your shoulders slumping at the revelation. Â
Your mind had constantly run through scenarios of what had happened to Victoria and where she could be now. Though you doubt that wherever she was that sheâd want to see you again, the guilt of James death weighing heavy on your heart-
âShe doesn't blame you, yâknowâ the handsome vampire speaks beside you, interrupting your thoughts once again âstupid to think she would be, wasnât your faultâ
âHow would you know?â you ask with a light scoff
âBecause I watched everything that happened and I see everything that will happenâ the vampire speaks cryptically once again but his blunt tone takes you aback âshe still looks for you yâknow, not that sheâll find you again with those freaks looking after you-â
âWhy are you speaking to me like this?â you interrupt with a frown, partly out of frustration and partly out of confusion as someone speaks of the Cullens disrespectfully.
âBecause I know a thing or two about living under the thumb of those who have robbed you of what was yours and expect a thank you for itâ he scoffs out before taking a drag of his cigarette âI know the dark place your mind is in, been there once or twice myselfâ
A heavy silence sits between the two of you, the only sound being the owls in the trees
â...how did you escape them?â you ask quietly as you copy his stance of leaning against the balcony âyour captorsâ
âI played the long game, let the treat me like an animal and spit in my face and thanked them for it until I had the chance to commit my revengeâ he explains stoically âI waited for the perfect momentâ
âDidnât work out well for meâ you remark bitterly but you're only rewarded with a scoff from the vampire âwhat?â
âYou didnât do it right, you waited for others to join you before you committed to the idea of revenge or freedom outside of dyingâ the vampire scoffs out âgranted you played the long game but you played it so long that you grew too content with the idea that death was the only way outâ
âI tried-â you attempt to interrupt but the man turns to you suddenly and looks you in the eyes
âYou were weak, you waited on others to save youâ the man states bluntly ânobody is coming to save you, either do it yourself or accept the Cullens as your forever homeâ
Your eyes widen at his words and blunt demeanour and the truth he held, the truth that others had shielded you from and that youâd buried within yourself to avoid facing. He didn't coddle you or sugarcoat his words for you, he spoke to you like you could handle it and treated you almost like an equal.
âIâm not saying it to be meanâ he states calmly âbut no one ever speaks to you plainly, your not a kid and you can handle the truthâ
âWhat's your name?â you ask suddenly, an act that has the vampires eyes widening in shock
âAlexander Johnson Wardâ he answers with a narrowed gaze, he was expecting tears, not personal questions âpeople call me Johnnyâ
âThank you, Johnnyâ you say genuinely as you look up at him in light curiosity âfor the adviceâ
âNo problemâ Johnny responds with a slight huff of amusement as he puts his cigarette out âI better get out of hereâ
âIâll see you around?â you call after his retreating figure with a curious tone
âLike a shadowâ he calls back before leaving you alone on the balcony, your eyes following his absence.
You hear the gentle sounds of an owl in the trees nearby, closing your eyes and summoning it closer. The owl perches on the edge of the balcony in front of you, being able to connect with an animal without it dying for the first time in a while. You stroke the owl gently and listen to its gentle song as your mind tries to form your next plan.
Nobody is going to save you, you need to save yourself this time.
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