Marcus

As I walk outside the entry way, upon the balcony of the Volturi, I motioned my head upward looking into the sky, believing it was a perfect day-for a vampire. The clouds were painted in grey while the sky consisted of a hazy dark blue, due to the rainy weather of course. Funny how I am so at ease with myself, the majority of the time I am when it's raining. This was Didyme favorite weather as well, and just being out here made me feel even closer to her. Some would say 'let it go she's in a better place'. But for me, never. I think that's why I envy humans so much, because even in the most saddening of times they're more capable of moving on with their lives. Aro seemed to have done it, making peace with the situation, but why can't I? It isn't that I don't try, but I find it selfish to just forget about her. Had something would of happened to me, I wouldn't want her to forget about the moments we shared together.

Besides I needed to come out here. Today Aro had called a meeting upon the whole entire coven. He has decided to take a "vacation", along with the higher positioned guards and wives of course. The fools, it hasn't occurred to them that Aro only called for a vacation because he's scouting out new potential. I guess he's getting tiresome of Jane and Alec, most likely the case. Not that they'll be missed. As the years went on I've seen Alec and Jane-especially, abuse their authority, figures of curse. Any vampire that is of any long distant descendant, of true witchery or any psychic power, were likely to achieve one in particular as well. But seeing how Jane and Alec, as well as Aro were the only long descendants of witches, they would inhabit a special power.

"Careful, you don't want to get a cold."

I turned around to see who have spoken from behind me, only to see a light brown haired Chelsea in my mist, dressed in black cloak with two matching umbrella's .

"Silly child for I am immortal, I can not catch a cold." I responded with content

With her short stature, she steadily walked to my side, and handed me the black umbrella anyway. I unfasten it, knowing it wouldn't do any good, seeing how I was already soaked. But finding my self unable to resist, the umbrella sprang from its clutch stature and sprang in the mist of the rain. Five minutes-it seems, have gone by without a word until Chelsea cleared her throat and spoke.

"So I hear your not going on the vocation with Aro and Caius."

"It is true, I can't be to far from home."

I tried to reassure her with a smile, but even when Chelsea wasn't looking at me she held an uncertainty in her expression.

"Marcus may I ask something of you."

"Why of course my dear."

"Do-do you ever think that maybe there's something more than to being within these walls?"

"Why Chelsea what do you mean?"

But I knew very well what she meant. For the past thousand of years I've been wondering the same, wondering if the Volturi was for me. Every since Didyme had died I seen no point in leaving, but now-I'm just left with an uncertainty within my heart. I don't know why but I feel bonded within this place, against my will, and can't seem to figure out why. These feelings I have, I'm sure aren't because of my mourning for Didyme.

"I mean, do you ever think about leaving?"

"Do you Chelsea?"

"Yes."

I look at her, then at the rain. I was surprised to hear how quickly she answered. I was completely under the impression that she loved staying here.

"You know Chelsea, you can always ask Aro if you do not wish to stay."

"He'll never permit it." Chelsea said as she gritted her teeth in disgust.

"I'm sure he'll-

"You don't know him!"

I looked at her again, only this time my stare stood at a halt. What was she talking about? I've been present with the Volturi since it's been established, how could I not know Aro, or Caius for the matter, even if he is morbid at times.

"What are you trying to say Chelsea?"

"I have to go."

I grabbed her roughly by her forearm, and swung her around to face me. I couldn't really tell with the rain, but it looked as though she'd had shed a tear. I quickly released her, slowly resenting my rough gesture.

"What are you talking about Chelsea?"

"Pleas don't hate me my lord" Chelsea said with a faint whisper

"Chelsea why would I hate you?"

And just as she was about to answer we herd Aftons' foot step approaching.

"Marcus, promise me you won't tell anyone what just happened."

"Chelsea will you please tell me what's-

"Please." Chelsea voice was then shrieked in another whisper

Afton was approaching quickly, and called out for Chelsea. So I nodded my head in agreement, and watched her take her leave. I didn't know what it was, but Chelsea always made me felt uncertainty. Like I was mesmerized to sit and watch a fiasco show called a coven. Something was definitely not right. I don't know what it is, but I'm going to find out one way or another.