Disclaimer: I do not own characters, expect for my own OC. Based purely off of the genius of Stephenie Meyer.
Note: It's been a while since I've written a fanfic so please R&R.
Prologue:
I barely remember the night I was brought to the castle at Volterra. I had been living in this world for so long that my life before was nothing more than the whisper of a memory. For some reason, still unknown to me, the Volturi had spared my life, so I felt ungrateful when I thought of them as monsters. But how was I to consider them anything else? They were monsters; beautiful, powerful and intelligent, but still monsters. They were slaves to their thirst, their thirst for human blood, perhaps even that of my own. I was a human, foolish and frail, who was aware of the existence of vampires. For that reason alone they should have killed me that night, five years ago.
I liked to think that perhaps Aro saw potential in me, something about me that was unique, valuable. But I had never understood why the others had not condemned me. In their world I felt so small, so weak, and so afraid of how one moment of their rage could end my own existence. I had spent five years living in fear of each and every vampire that roamed the castle, especially the three brothers.
They were all monsters. Thousands of years of education had not changed this fact, and ultimate power had only corrupted them further. They thrived off of the fear and destruction of humans like me, yet somehow I had been spared.
I knew I had no family left, and I couldn't even remember ever having had any family. It was almost as though my life before this nightmare had been erased from my mind. I knew no one outside of this place missed me and so I had accepted my fate. Though I still considered my life a very real nightmare from which I would never awaken, I did my best to dwell on the opportunities that had been presented to me. Aside from the blood thirsty vampires who kept me, I was safe. The castle had many libraries, with millions of books on countless topics and I was treated with some vague semblance of respect. Although I'm sure being the lover of a member of vampire royalty had had a great deal to do with that.
For the first couple of years I had lurked throughout the castle as a ghost. I ate, slept and read many books, but was mostly left to myself, perhaps even ignored at times. Then one day it was as though a light switched had been flicked on, and suddenly he seemed to actually see me for the first time. Oddly enough the one vampire, who frightened me more than the rest, was the one who had set his sights on me. Caius terrified me, everything about him made my skin crawl: his appearance, his voice, and most of all his mind. He was cruel and unforgiving and exceptionally deceptive. That first day he noticed me, from that first moment I looked into his eyes, it was as though he had put me under a spell. And so for three more years I had lived in fear of him, yet I had always given in to him.
As though the hold he had over my mind was not enough, he regularly ensured the hold he had over my body. It didn't matter where we were or when it was, whenever he desired so, he found me, and even if I hadn't wanted to, I would submit.