2. Confessions

-   Aro, Volturi

The sun was setting against the sky, the clouds ducking behind the city walls which cradled the rising moon. The humans had scattered across the square, the fountain spurting crystal clear water as it brushed against the stone circumstance.

Everything was silent except the rapid beating of Marcus’s silent heart, “I had to do it for your sake, brother.”

“Your own sister!” he growled. “How could you? Was it all for power, Aro?”

The words that had been buried deep within his still heart, due to Chelsea’s relationship manipulation, scarred me deeply. It seemed as if a child of the night, or werewolf as Caius call’s them, had ripped part of me out.

So I was no longer a brother to him, fair enough!

“Do you want to see why I did it?” My voice ricocheted inside my rib cage and then caught on my lips as Caius snarled towards the darkness.

There in the corner stood three silent twisting silhouettes, their breathing heavy – one was laboured as if they were panting – two female and one male: Afton, Chelsea and the vampire’s wife who was screeching in the reception a few moments ago. Her death was slowly creeping across the walls, waiting for the right time to strike, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I will deal with her after Marcus!

Caius’s veins were pulsing with the venom that flowed through his constricted blood vessels, “Why haven’t you killed her yet?” he yelled plainly. She knew it was coming, her trembling body hugging the wall.

Afton, Chelsea’s mate, glided forward from the shadows, his arm held tightly around the female’s wrists. He dragged her forward, Marcus watched, his eyes filled with temporary distress. “I thought you would like to deal with her, yourself,” he hissed, his eyes filled with bloodlust.

“We will later,” I cried.

She was disposed off near to the door, her body limp – if she hadn’t been frozen at her current age I knew she would be crying from fear.

“So! Are you going to tell me what happened to my wife?” Marcus growled his body tight and rigid against the wall column.

I slithered from my current position and stood by Caius, by the end of this I was hoping Chelsea might finally reconnect the bond between my brother and the Volturi after I finished my story. This would, and I knew, fracture any connection he had towards me.

“Afton, since you feel obliged to do our bidding,” I stressed the word obliged by hissing through clenched teeth, making his breathing come to a halt. “Please, call the wives and Corin.”

He left without a word, the door swiftly shutting after his silent body.

This stung my brother’s heart; he moved sluggishly across the room and placed his hand by my side. He wanted me to read his mind! Placing my hand against his, my veins visible through my translucent membrane of skin, I could feel how he was slowly disappearing in a void of darkness. I could sense his despair at my last comment and then a flicker of images.

Forming the Volturi, recruiting Alec and Jane – observing their witch-like power for the first time – meeting Edward’s human, Bella, being refused to join the Volturi guard (twice!), the battle of the immortal child. The last word hit him harder, power-hungry. I withdraw my hand with lighting reflexes.

Marcus moved away slowly and consumed himself in the shadows as he hid by the wall column, once again. He was fixed on my eyes, his face creased from fury and deep sorrow. I had once heard a vampire say before his death that my eyes were a milky red, with a tendency to unsettle others.

There was a clatter of heels against marble as the wives strode towards the grand doors from the reception, Gianna greeted them happily – I knew they wouldn’t respond well.

The doors opened swiftly and there came in Athenodora, Caius’s mate, and Sulpicia, my mate, they were dressed in modern attire. Athenodora was wearing a long exquisite dress, her fair hair pulled into a stern bun, wisps of hair falling at the sides – her eyes a burning crimson. My wife was similar; except her eyes were a misty burgundy and her hair was in small ringlets, falling down to her back.

“Aro, why have you called us, dear,” Sulpicia strode towards me her powdery white skin glistening in the thin light. I took her hand and breathed in the new exciting thoughts.

Caius was greeted the same, but with a stern face he continued, “Why have you called for the wives, Aro. They don’t come out of the tower unless for important matters.”

I gestured towards the opened door, Corin, a young female vampire, bowed to us and gracefully paced into the room. Her head full of red curls bouncing madly around her face, she was childish but her power was useful.

“Corin here has the power to project memories from the people she touches. I will use her talent to project that which I know of Didyme,” the wives gasped but remained calm, Marcus sneered in the corner. His eyes narrowed.

Giving my firm hand to Corin I distributed my memories of my sister and aimed them for her, then in a blink of white light and gasp from each vampire in the room they each saw my recollections through their own eyes. I watched myself as I plotted Didyme’s down-fall.

Like myself, my sister had jet black hair, it fell beyond her shoulders and she always brushed it constantly. Even as a human everyone fell in love with her, when I turned her into a vampire her talent was a disappointment. She made everyone happy, an aura of happiness, and again everyone adored her. My brother, Marcus, was captivated by her and soon enough she reciprocated such feelings back to him. They fell deeply in love. It was only when they starting discussing leaving the Volturi when my blessing became fake. A few days later, my brother was in the throne room dealing with a vampire who broke our laws. My sister was in the tower obsessively combing her hair, when I arrived in the room she greeted me joyfully.

“Hello, my brother. What brings you up here?”

Her voice was sweet and I felt her talent working as it filled me with delight. When she told me herself of her and Marcus’s plan to leave we had a deeply rooted argument and then it came. The anger was rolling about in my stomach and my tongue was parched and craving blood. I attacked and then it was over. I burnt her remains until there was nothing left but a sugary tint to the scent of the room. I left and got Chelsea to tie Marcus to the Volturi; he never left or ever found out till now.

When my thoughts were finished Corin left the room, Marcus was deep into the corner, his body sagging against the wall. Then his deep voice was the last thing I heard.

“I’m leaving!”

Everything went black.

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