They met. Two vampires, two killing machines. So many years have been given to wars: big and grandiose, and small, meaningless skirmishes. Sacred and aggressive. Too many years each of them had to be given to gray greatcoats, a rigid saddle and the smell of gun oil, and at the same time a conscious desire of blood was brought up. More than a simple thirst. More than just a desire to be satisfied, to quench the destructive fire in your throat.
Bloodthirstiness?
Maybe
They have crossed more than once. One chose the path of a cruel lord, who set the entire vampire world to his knees. "The most dangerous bloodsucker in history," says those who saw Caius in a rage and remained alive.
The other has become something of an exemplary family man. How does his family know him? Reasonable, careful, restrained. Yes, the war taught him to calmly treat many things. You can leave the war: to win, to lose, to escape. But, alas, war will never leave you, how much time has not passed. And Jasper was no exception.
And when they meet: one on one, as then, long ago, on the battlefield, there is one simple way to splash out all the accumulated emotions. None of them can forget...
"Vegan" the master hissing, grinding and taking up the fighting stance.
"Impaler" grinning Whitlock. Caius really looks like a Romanian prince. Such as it was described by people outside the country: a spinner, who dined among corpses and nailed hats to the people's heads. Not the way he was. Those who knew him... In his heart, he is completely different. Hair is not the color, but the major lacks this. He quietly growls and throws himself at the enemy.
The severed hand of Jasper flies to the side. He lose. Again. Life is a cruel teacher. If you want to live, you have to fight for your life. And you need to fight every time like the last. And he knows he will not give up so easily. But the pain is too strong, to the same, Caius clearly does not intend to continue. He gives the vampire a limb and sits down next to him.
"You fought for the Union" the major recalls sadly in his voice, remembering their first meeting in one of the empty villages.
"Southerners were for slavery. Always.
"Come on?" Jasper sarcastically grins, as if he heard it for the first time.
"God, you'll soon be a third hundred years old, and you're stupid like a cork!" spits out Kai in his usual manner and jumps up like a kick. And his eyes are black, the coal is darker in the mine. But after a couple of seconds the vampire returns to the fallen tree again.
"Why did not you kill me then? And then, when you put an end to the war?" Suddenly Cullen asks, changing the subject. He looks at the Volturi, and he answers with a tired look.
"You know, I need you alive." Says Caius, smiling again. The vampire's eyes are bright and warm now. And the empath again feels those emotions, as if he had lived those hours again.
Jasper shakes his head and smiles in his heart, too. Sometimes the fury of the Volturi flares up like a match, and then it quickly extinguishes. And with gift, the lie of the ruler is even easier to recognize. And in fact he was really angry only once. And the major will never forget this, no matter how much time passes. This is a memory of people as a sieve ...