A day in a life of a Volturi – Athenodora – The diary of a Wife...
Today was like every other in the hell that is my life. I sat with Sulpicia feasting on a delicious young maiden – no older than 16, I gathered. She had long yellow hair that caressed her shoulders when she walked in, her eyes were an emerald green and I remember her beautiful, fair skin that tasted like delicious Gouda cheese between my hungry teeth. Yet, before I clenched her between my fists and crushed her fragile petite frame into nothing but crushed bones I noticed the happy smile she was carrying and the little swagger she had in her walk.
A few centuries ago that had been me. I was the pretty girl with the fair hair and emerald eyes and I was the girl with the happy little glow in my walk.
I remembered it was 1678, early morning; I was walking along the market place when a strapping, beyond handsome young man approached me. His hair was long and fair like mine, he had a devilish grin and arms that looked like they could strap a girl down and make her a very happy woman. I remember he looked at me, but quickly fixed his gaze on an apple in the stand next to me. I remember thinking I was a complete fool for thinking he was looking at my ordinary looks, dowdy old drabs and plain skin.
If I knew then what I knew now, I would have run far away. What he saw and smelt was something as appetizing as a tender steak after weeks of not eating.
I remember his words clearly that day; "Supple, small, delicious... and I'm not talking about the apple." He smiled that devilish smile I fell instantly for and whispered in my ear to meet him at the tower clock by the church at midnight. I did not argue. That was the man of my dreams and I was going to oblige if my life depended on it – and it did.
I told my father a tall tale that I was deathly ill and had to stay in bed and that nobody should wake me for anything that night. Being the good man that he was, he said it was fine and that I should get better quick.
That night I tied ropes and ropes of sheets together to make a long rope for myself to escape through my window. I wore my best powder blue dress and left my hair down. Luckily nobody saw me as I rushed to the tower clock where he stood, holding a pocket watch – checking the time. He seemed impressed that I came and grabbed me and started kissing me. I remember he was strong beyond anything I could imagine and he made mad, passionate love to me.
When it was over, I remember closing my eyes and feeling a ripping pain on my wrist. It didn't stop there. The pain burned and burned for hours throughout my whole body, feeling like everything within me was tearing apart.
Then it stopped.
It was not until Caius helped me up that I realised what I'd become.
Now I live a life feeding off of young girls who could have had a life, but now amount to nothing, like me.
I will always just be a Volturi's wife.