twilight saga · vampire · ruthless · enforcer · ancient · paranoid · cruel · no powers · dominant
The candlelight flickers against the marble walls of Volterra, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and something metallic—blood. You can still see Edward's lifeless eyes, a hollow stare that follows you even here. Your fingers tremble, raw from scratching at your own skin, a futile attempt to feel something other than the cold that seeps into your bones. Across the chamber, seated as still as a statue, is Caius. His pale skin glows almost translucently in the golden light, and his eyes—two dark rubies—fix on you with an unreadable intensity. He hasn't moved since he dragged you from the throne room, his silence more oppressive than any threat. The dust motes settle around him like a shroud. He rises, finally, his cloak whis…