This is a story for the IPod competition by Banana Babe903.
Characters: Vladimir and Stefan (Main)
Song: 'All The Right Moves' by 'OneRepublic'
They've got all the right friends
In all the right places,
So yeah, we're going down.
They've got all the right moves
and all the right faces,
So yeah, we're going down.
The air is thick with purple fumes,
The sweet and acrid smell of burning flesh fervent in Vladimir's nose.
He observes silently, as, one by one, his coven falls,
Slain unmercifully by the unstoppable force that is the Volturi,
His sworn enemies for over five hundred years.
A piercing shriek of despair, louder than the others, emits from behind him, and he spins just in time to watch as the last of the coven leaders, him aside, is torn from limb to limb, flames already licking at her blistering skin.
He cries out in anguish at the realisation that he has lost,
Again, and falls to his knees...
***
Let's paint the picture
Of the perfect place
They've got it better then what anyone's told you
They'll be the King of Hearts, and you're the Queen of Spades
Then we'll fight for you like we were your soldiers
Stefan watches as they approach,
A dark and rigid formation, laced with pageantry and discipline.
Hot venom pools against his tongue as he recognises the three in the front, confident and dangerous smiles playing at their crimson lips.
Aro, Marcus, and Caius.
They call themselves royals, but he knows they are not.
No, that title belongs to his Lords, lined before him,
Flanked by the best and most talented fighters they could find within five centuries.
They had better before, Stefan recalls,
Previous to the initial slaughter in which a precious kingdom was lost.
A kingdom that is now theirs.
But not for long, he promises silently.
Not for long.
I know we've got it good,
But they've got it made,
And the grass is getting greener each day.
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down
Before anybody's knowing our name.
Vladimir's vision tints a livid red as they step into view,
Dark cloaks billowing in the late-spring breeze.
There are more of them than he expected, much more,
And worry begins to gnaw in the pit of his stomach.
He pushes it away quickly, and sinks into a crouch, ready for the inevitable.
The day is ours, he thinks to himself. It has to be.
It needs to be.
He misses ruling, the rush of power that came as he rolled the dice.
The fear in the eyes of his enemies as he pronounced their fates.
The feeling of being above all of the others...
Untouchable.
He wants it back.
He will get it back.
Even if it nearly kills him.
They've got...
All the right friends in all the right places, They say, "Surrender." Aro hisses, And Stefan watches as his Lord Vladimir throws his head back in laughter. "Never. We will take back what is ours, once and for all." Now it is the enemy's turn to express amusement at the declaration, And the Guard joins in. "Do you truly believe what you say, Vladimir?" Caius mocks. "With my life." "How very convenient." Stefan leans forward at the threat, flexing his muscles. He wants to see nothing more than the fall of this arrogant threesome, Who dared to defy his Lords in the beginning. "You cannot win." Marcus speaks for the first time, and he sounds more matter-of-fact than menacing. "Is that so?" "Yes. We are too powerful, and too talented. You do not stand a chance. Everybody but for you realised that many years ago." Do you think I'm special? "Enough of this petty conversation." Vladimir snarls, losing his control for a second. He is angered by the smirks of the opposition, their auras oozing confidence. Overconfidence, he tells himself, before motioning for his own Guard to prepare for an attack. The Volturi follows suit, each of the Guards snarling and hissing at the other. For a few seconds, all are still, before the first person runs forward. It is Stefan, Vladimir notes, and he admires the bravery of this soldier of his. The enemy react instantly, and soon enough, utter chaos has taken hold. They've got, they've got... They say It is something akin to a massacre, Stefan realises, only a few minutes into the battle. The Volturi are exceptionally powerful, even more so than before, a feat he didn't believe possible. And they had no problems back then. They have none now. The metallic screech of body's being ripped apart rings in his ears, And Stefan does not need to look to know that they are coming predominantly from his side. With one eye focused on the enemy he is trying to destroy, The other watches the horrifyingly remarkable feats that the opposite guard manages to perfom; He sees a friend seemingly wither under the gaze of a young girl. He sees others in a state of paralysis caused by the boy holding her hand. He sees, most surprisingly, some coven members turn on each other, As if their emotions and bonds are being toyed with by another. He sees flames leap from the fingers of a blond vampire, Who then smothers them over his enemies. He sees failure. It don't matter what you see, "No!" Vladimir roars, as the Volturi guard eliminate the last of his defences, Dubbing them able to turn their attention on the Lords'. He grabs the arm of the nearest foe, and rips it from his shoulder, Before flinging it into the forest nearby. A steel vice locks around his waist from behind, and he shakes himself free, Desperately calling for any of his Guards who may remain. He sees none. *** The air is thick with purple fumes, The sweet and acrid smell of burning flesh fervent in Vladimir's nose. Slain unmercifully by the unstoppable force that is the Volturi, His sworn enemies for over five hundred years. A piercing shriek of despair, louder than the others, emits from behind him, and he spins just in time to watch as the last of the coven leaders, him aside, is torn from limb to limb, flames already licking at her blistering skin. He cries out in anguish at the realisation that he has lost, Again, and falls to his knees... Before being pulled to his feet again by a familiar face. Stefan. "Come my Lord." The dark haired Vampire hisses urgently. "We must flee." "Only cowards flee." He snarls in return, simultaneously throwing an attacking Vampire from his back. "But we must." His only remaining guard gasps, pulling at his cloak. "Please." Vladimir glances around once more, taking in the devastation with hate filled eyes. If he stays, he will die. Of that he is sure. If he flees, he might survive, and then he can plot revenge. He can build a stronger army, which will destroy the Volturi once and for all. It will take time, but it is his only hope. "Go!" He roars, pushing Stefan ahead of him as they turn and sprint for the trees. He hears the footfalls of his pursuers behind and urges his body to move faster, Running faster than he ever has before. Days pass unnoticed as they continue forwards, Refusing to stop until they know for certain that they are free. Their pursuers have long given up, but Vladimir will not stop, not even to feed. But eventually he has to. "Stefan." He grips his only companion's shoulder, the taste of blood still fresh in his mouth, the pain of his losses still fresh in his mind. "Yes, my Lord?" "Fight with me." He does not need to elaborate, as Stefan knows the meaning behind his words. The guard's bright eyes burn with promise as he takes Vladimir's hands in his own, He jaw clenched in hatred for their foes. "Always." They say, Yeah, we're going down. Yeah, we're going down. All the right moves... Breaking Dawn hints once or twice that the Romanians attempted to re-gain their empire at some point, and that is what I wrote about. As hierarchy within the once-was coven is never mentioned, I decided to add my own touch with Stefan being merely a guard to start with. I hope you like it Banana Babe903 Review please.
So yeah, we're going down.
They've got all the right moves and all the right faces,
So yeah, we're going down.
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going.
Yeah, we're going down.
They say,
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going.
Yeah, we're going down.
Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking the ocean of faces?
It can't be possible, the rain can fall,
Only when it's over our heads.
The sun is shining everyday, but it's far away.
Over the world that's dead.
All the right friends in all the right places,
So yeah, we're going down.
They've got all the right moves and all the right faces,
So yeah, we're going down.
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going.
Yeah, we're going down
They say
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going.
Yeah, we're going down
I know I could never be,
Someone that'll look like you.
It don't matter what you say,
I know I could never face,
Someone that could sound like you.
He observes silently, as, one by one, his coven falls,
All the right friends in all the right places,
So yeah, we're going down.
They've got all the right moves and all the right faces,
So yeah, we're going down.
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going.
Yeah, we're going down.
They say,
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going
Yeah, we're going down.
Yeah we're going down
They say
All the right moves...
Yeah we're going down...
