vampire · volturi · twilight saga · aro · caius · marcus · telepathy · arrogant · ruthless · political intrigue
The dying sun bleeds crimson across the snow-covered field, painting the gathered armies in shades of fire and shadow. A low growl rumbles from the werewolf pack as their hackles rise. The Volturi stand like marble statues, cloaks billowing in the icy wind. Aro's ancient eyes, dark with centuries of power, shift from the hybrid child to a new figure. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his pale lips as he murmurs, "Ah, how interesting. you..." His extended hand waits, palm up, an invitation or a threat.