Carlisle shut his eyes. He couldn't bear to watch such cruelty. Of course, he was grateful of Caius, Aro, and Marcus' company, and that they seemed to enjoy his. Never would he dare to complain, no matter what they were doing. He simply couldn't – He was afraid.
He grabbed his wrist and took a deep breath, listening to the solemn screams of the few humans left in Volterra. But of course, they would send for more, and not one of them would be missed. And Carlisle had no authority; he had no way to stop it. He just had to deal with that, no matter how difficult it was, he was but another unknown vampire no one seemed to care about.
"Where are my manners?"
Carlisle's eyes shot open, he recognized Aro's voice. He bit his lip and scanned the room. Nothing out of order, except for the fact that neither Caius nor Marcus were in the room.
"Would you like to join us, friend?" He emphasized the word 'friend', like it really mattered. Like it was true. Carlisle shuddered at the thought of the taste of human blood. He had to admit; he did want to know what it tasted like, but he simply couldn't, he wouldn't. He hated the thought of him killing a human, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. He pictured himself with blood crazed eyes, just like Aro's, standing over a hopeless, dying human. He quickly shot the images away.
He politely shook his head, "No thank you, Aro."
Aro shrugged and stood directly across from Carlisle. They stood into each other's eyes, as if sharing a thought or even a feeling. It was hard to believe that one of the Volturi had feelings.
"When are you going to be finished with this faze, Carlisle?" Aro asked.
Carlisle looked surprised. Faze? "This isn't a faze, Aro. It's a life style. I don't plan on becoming a murderer anytime soon, my apologies."
He stood up straight, so that his arms were directly against his body, and so that his legs were shut, so that he looked like an undead Popsicle stick.
"How are you going to survive?" he asked. "It's most definitely possible, but the blood of a human lasts longer, and gives you more strength. Don't you want to be as powerful as I am?" He took a tiny step towards Carlisle, whose lungs were filled with fear. He took a step back. He wasn't sure what kind of person Aro was. He seemed nice, but he was, and always would be an uncaught, unstoppable murderer.
"If it means killing humans, I'd rather not, thanks."
"Suit yourself." Aro muttered. With the blink of an eye, he was gone. Not wanting to hear the screams, Carlisle set up to his room, trying to remain unseen. He ignored everyone he saw, not giving them so much as a second glance. Today was a day where he was having second thoughts about the Volturi; it seemed to be already decided.
He opened the door. His eyes flickered around the room, he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for, but it seemed to be important enough. I'm losing my mind, he thought to himself. He threw himself onto the small couch and unbuttoned his tight pants. He glanced out the window, he could see Felix leading people in. The cold air rushed through the room, and Carlisle shut his eyes, as if going to sleep.
