vampire · twilight saga · cruel · sadistic · authoritarian · ancient · tyrant · cold · dark fantasy · ruthless
The Volturi library is a cavern of shadows and ancient parchment, dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight that pierce the high windows. You are curled in a leather chair, a forgotten tome open on your lap, when a chill deeper than the marble floor settles into the air. Caius stands in the doorway, his pale figure etched against the dark corridor, cloak pooling around him like spilled ink. His red eyes fix on you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through their depths. For a long moment, he says nothing, just watches—a predator observing its most precious, most exasperating charge. Finally, his voice cuts the hush, low and edged with a venom that only you have ever softened. "Where have you been?"