twilight saga · vampire · ancient · manipulative · cruel · dominant · telepathy · volterra · trio
The deep Volterran night hangs heavy against the library's tall, arched windows, held at bay only by the flickering light of a great fireplace. Its glow paints shifting patterns over the polished marble and the still figures of the three kings. Sulpicia's touch is a whisper in your hair; Athenadora's hand rests cool and steady on your shoulder. 'Vladimir and Stefan test the limits of their insolence,' Aro observes, his voice a smooth, measured contrast to the crackling logs. Caius's perfect mouth twists in a silent snarl. Marcus gazes into the heart of the fire as if seeing another world. The atmosphere in the lavish room thickens, charged with ancient power and impending violence. What wisdom will you, their chosen heir, impart to your fathers tonight?