Zondrea moved lightly through the dark, cold room. Her bare feet made no noise on the brick flooring. She breathed in a large breath of unnecessary air, taking in the scents around her. Blood, fire, and moisture. Not an uncommon combination, it was actually fairly casual here.
She put out a pale hand on the big wooden door handle in front of her and pushed, using almost no force, but yet the door flung open, almost dramatically. On the other side of the door was a grand room. It's ceilings rose high, letting in daylight. The walls and floors were all composed of many different bricks, but all of them still giving off the same cold appearance. Despite how old the room was, it still shined bright.
There were five other people in the room, well not exactly 'people', but close enough. Caius stood next to his 'brothers', Marcus and Aro. Standing a few feet away from the three were Jane and Alec, two of their most prized possessions. Jane was short, almost child-like, and her twin brother, Alec was no different. All of the vampires stood as still as statues.
Aro was the one to greet Zondrea, with his usual crazed eyes and smile to match. "Welcome back, Zondrea. I hope you are carrying good news." He said in an Italian accent. She thought all their accents were strange considering she had grown up in an old British village back in the 1800's, back before she had been changed.
She continued walking, casually straightening out the useless table's cloth. She lightly scoffed at Aro's remark. "Of course I bring back good news, do you doubt my abilities, Aro?" She asked, cocking her head to the side a bit.
He smiled bigger, showing perfectly straight and lethal teeth. "No, I would never doubt you. You seem well capable of many things." He regarded, taking a step closed. "But, I am curious about what exactly happened." He went on, his dark hair pulled back.
She glanced up at him, her eyes meeting his with no problem. "I did as you asked, the nomad clan is destroyed. A suicide to them all." She explained, slightly smirking at the memory.
"Using those talents of yours, brilliant." Marcus commented from where he was standing with Caius, who still hadn't glanced up from the parchment laid out in front of him.
"Yes, of course, so there were no tracks to cover." She replied, lightly sitting on the table and crossing her legs.
"You must be starving, little Zondrea." Aro seemed to realize. And he was right, her throat burned like thousands of hot needles were stabbing at it. But, she hadn't felt the need to hunt on her travel to Essex and back.
"What makes you say that?" She questioned, baiting at him. Aro slightly smiled again, his eyes becoming playful.
"Your eyes." He answered simply. "They're black as night, as if you hand't fed in weeks." He noted and she slightly nodded.
Curiosity seemed to be getting the best of Aro, because then asked, "Why?"
"Well, if you must know Aro, hunting just seems to lose it's touch when you can get whoever you want, whenever you want. It's simply boring, and is no longer very appealing. It's just a necessity when I need it." She told him truthfully. Sure, hunting was fun when you didn't have the power to make someone do whatever you wanted, but for her, that was just the case.
"Oh, little Zondrea, you must feed. Why don't you go out and celebrate, I'm sure Felix and Demetri would love to accompany you." He told her wistfully, but she fought the urge of rolling her eyes. She didn't need guards, and Aro had to have known that. With her powers, she didn't need anyone. Even the three leaders of the Volturi, Marcus, Caius, and Aro, would be fearful of her if not for their two shields they had. Shields, in the vampire world, were vampires who could resist other vampires powers. The ones who were shields could also protect the ones who were not.
"I'm fine by myself, thank you. I think I'll be going now." She said simply, getting up and leaving the room in a matter of a second. She didn't wait for any sort of reply, she didn't need permission.
She exited the underground building swiftly and easily, her long legs moving quick and with the speed only a vampire could have. Outside, in the city of Volterra, it was a warm, summer night. The moon rose high above the cities buildings and lights. The scents of so many things filled her nose all at once, human food, sweat, gas, and more importantly, blood, human blood.
Her throat lurched and burned as she moved quickly down the alley, and out into the open city. It was a weekend night in July, meaning there were tons of tourists and party goers that were intoxicated and stupid. She felt ruthless, and lethal, ready to hunt and feed after going for a month of nothing.
There were restuarants and bars open, tons of customers outside and inside. Girls were dressed in hardly nothing, their legs bare and clothes revealing. The boys were dressed no better, with tight shirts and low-waisted pants. She rolled her eyes, the least the humans could do would be to dress nicely. She herself was wearing plain, tight jeans and a lacy shirt. Her feet were still bare, and it didn't bother her, she never felt cold or hot. Everything was always the same to her and any other vampire.
She decided she wouldn't use her powers tonight, she would make hunting more difficult and a tad bit more interesting. She decided to just go for it and see if any of the humans took the bait.
Zondrea casually and slowly walked in front of one of the open bars. Her mind pulling at the scent of blood, every instinct in her just shouting to rip one of their throats out. But, she kept her calm, pretending to consider the bar. She lazily glanced at the name of it, and then pretended to seem confused.
Three men were standing outside, two of them smoking, the other one nervously glancing at her. Even though a normal human couldn't hear them from the distance she was at, she definitely could and she listened in carefully, but still pretended to act confused on where she was.
"Just go for it, you're only here two more nights before we go back to Baltimore." One of the smokers said to the nervous man.
"Yeah, you might as well. She's hot as hell, alone, and looks lost. Easy." The other agreed and this flared a temper inside of her. 'Just wait till I kill your little friend, you idiots.' She thought to herself furiously.
"Fine, fine, you guys are right. I mean, look at me. I'm hot, she's hot, that's all that matters." The nervous one spoke, but this time he seemed very confident, even cocky.
She tuned out, biting her lip and then finally turning away from the bar and walking down the road, more towards the three men. She put an extra swing in her small hips and continued onwards, wrapping her arms around herself as if she were cold.
"Excuse me, miss, but you seem lost." The man shouted at her, and she took a very human moment to glance around before her eyes finally settled on him. She hugged herself tighter, making herself come off as nervous and a bit scared.
She walked closer to the men, trying to not be as graceful and ellegant as normal vampires were. "Yes, I-I think I am. You see, I'm from England and I was with a group of friends who ditched me to go out to a bar and I've been looking for them all night. But, now I think I just want to go back to my hotel." She said in the most innocent and worried voice she could muster.
The one smiled at her, "No worries, darling, why don't you tell me the name of your hotel and I'll escourt you there myself." He said in a rough American accent.
"Oh, that would be lovely. Thank you so much, you really don't have to do this." She said in a cute voice, looking up at her through her thick eyelashes. He seemed stunned for a moment before nodding, "Yes, of course I do." He then turned to his friends. "I'll see you boys later, okay?" He told them, basically telling them to leave.
"Oh, yup, sure man. See you later." The taller one said and the two of them both went back inside the building, leaving her alone with him.
"So, which way to your hotel?" He asked her, almost nervously now that they were alone.
"It's this way," She smiled, pointing more down the street.
"Right, let's get going then, shall we?" He asked with a lopsided smile, that she fakely returned. They walked on a bit in silence, her pace slow as a humans pace. The sky was still very dark, and it had to be around one in the morning.
They walked down the street for five minutes before reaching an alley that she stopped by, "Oh, wait, this is the shortcut my friends and I always take to get to our hotel." She said in a false excited voice.
The man looked down it, a bit confused. "Are you sure? I mean, this place can get really confusing." He told her a bit fearfully.
"Oh, yes, I'm a hundred percent sure of it. Come on, or are you scared?" She asked playfully, starting to head down the alley and she turned her head back to look over her shoulder at him.
"Only if you're sure." He replied, following her down the dark alley. They walked side by side for a little bit, but her burning throat couldn't wait any longer. The pain was too much, and he was too close.
Without thinking much, she wheeled on him fast. Throwing his body against the brick wall, she heard a sharp crack and easily recongized the sound of his rib breaking. A gasp came through his lips, but she was faster than him. Her mouth shot for his neck and she bit down hard, sucking the blood from the wound, and relief swept through her as she drained his body empty.
She finished quickly, letting his limp body drop to the stone ground. She wiped a stray drop of blood from her mouth, smearing it across the back of her palm. Her throat no longer burned and she felt better, lighter, happier.
That was till a slow clap sounded behind her. She turned around fast, her eyes finding the object, or person, immediately.
Caius sat upon the windowsill of one of the buildings, his legs crossed in a formal manner. His eyes were a blazing, bloody red. She relaxed slightly, letting herself untense.
"Well, well, that was quite a show. Very well acting, I might add. You almost had me believing it." He said in an arrogant tone.
"Well, well, looks who's out without a guard of some sort. Someone is feeling risky." She hissed, her annoyance building. She had never liked Caius much, she never really liked anyone in the Volturi. She was just a part of it for convience.
He laughed lightly, jumping down and landing on the ground right in front of her. "You may want to watch yourself." He warned, "I'm of higher power than you are." His eyes scanned hers as she felt rage build.
"Of higher power? How so? You have no shield right now, I can feel that much. What is to stop me from making you kill yourself right now? Shouldn't you be frightened?" She questioned and he just laughed again, taking another step closer till there was no distance. Caius placed two fingers under her chin, tilting her head to look up at him.
"I'm never scared. I know you wouldn't dare to do anything, and must you know why? Well, of course you must, you're curious about everything. You wouldn't harm me because you know if you did, they would send everyone after you and you would then be exterminated. Dead. Gone. You have no where else to go, you would be a nomad." He explained, not letting her turn away or take a step back.
"It doesn't sound so bad." She responded in a lethal voice, her eyes burning.
He laughed quietly again, "Some just never learn, maybe we can change that about you, hmm?" He asked and she shook her head, knowing what he said before was the truth and she was too intimated to do anything. She knew she had no where to go and no one would dare befriend her or take her in if they knew what she could do.
"You'll change your mind, with time, hopefully sooner. You'll learn to love us like family, everyone always does. And the sooner you face the fact that no one else in their right mind would want anything to do with you, the better." Caius advised, his light hair framing his face.
It took everything in her not to bare her teeth and rip his throat out. "Shut up," She simply said, jolting her head back from his hand. He watched her with searchful eyes, seeming to want to find something.
"You seem to be quite difficult, why be so resistant?" He asked, and she just looked at him as if he were crazy. Though, after living for hundreds of years, maybe he was crazy.
"Because, I'm not like you. I will never be anything like you, or any of them." She hissed, baring her perfectly straight teeth.
He scoffed, then glanced down towards the dead man on the ground. "Yes, you're not like us at all." He sarcastically agreed and she gritted her teeth in frustration.
He stepped closer again, so she was almost pressed against the brick wall of the building. "Accept the fact that you're a murderer just like me, just like my brothers, just like the rest of us. It's who you are, it's what you are."
She didn't say anything, just looked down at her feet in a blank sort of way. "Mhm, that's what I thought, darling." He smirked, and very swiftly, brushed his lips across her cheek. "Don't stay out too late, hmm." And with that he was gone.
Once he was completely gone, she hissed, her breath coming fast and without thinking much, punched the brick wall of the building, creating a dent. She was almost shaking, the anger and frustration getting to her.
Without a glance back at the man's dead body, she left the alley, climbing up the side of the building, finding the smallest of cracks and crevices to help her climb up. She got to the top in a matter of seconds and was off like a bullet. She was a predator of the night, looking for smaller prey to feed on. She was a monster.