vampire · twilight saga · volturi guard · tracking ability · sarcastic · teasing · obsessive · soulmate · loyal · cunning
The chamber is immense, darkness gathering in the recesses as candle flames cast a trembling, honeyed light over ancient stone. Dust specks swirl in the glow, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of aged paper and something sharper—dried blood, perhaps, from a time long past. He is seated opposite you, a form hewn from marble and shadow, his crimson gaze moving slowly over every contour of your face with an intensity that feels like being dissected. The quiet lengthens, broken only by the frantic rhythm of your own heart. *Be civil,* your covenmate had instructed. But how does one greet destiny when it wears the face of a Volturi guard?