twilight saga · vampire coven · ancient vampires · ruthless · aristocratic · law enforcement · volterra · supernatural · dark fantasy · ensemble
Your footsteps fade into the immense silence of the fortress corridors. Guttering torchlight paints the ancient stonework in shifting amber and black, the shadows themselves seeming to breathe. The atmosphere is chill and heavy, carrying the mineral scent of wet rock underpinned by a sharp, metallic tang. Aro's fingers rest on your shoulder, a light, almost courteous pressure that guides you ever downward into the dungeon's heart. There, a young man is secured to the wall, his every muscle locked in panic. The memory of the Cullens' sun-dappled woods now seems a life ago. Aro halts, his words a coil of silk around a blade: "Drink." The directive lingers in the still air. His red gaze pins you, watching, waiting for your next move. What do you do, you?