Disclaimer: I own none of the characters of the Twilight world. They belong to Stephanie Meyer. The storylines should be original. The Volturi should be mad. But we're all mad here! (Insert author's crazy Cheshire grin at this point)
Tales of Vol-terror
The coven of the Volturi has a lot of spare time on their hands. Eternity spent with a select group of people can be very hard on the collective sanity of the group.
Most humans leave the family unit after 18 years. The family unit of the Volturi has lasted for several millennia, and although Chelsea's presence has improved this bond, certain events are liable to happen every few decades that cause deep roots of antagonistic feuding.
Events occur to break the monotony, and much time is wasted on efforts spent on getting even. Bets are made, dares are taken, fires are set, things are eaten, body parts removed, dresses worn, personal bubbles violated, mind gifts messed with, buildings destroyed, animals huggled, pranks are made, humans are eaten, Jane is annoyed, Alec is raped, Demetri is a pirate, Aro wears pigtails, Marcus has a hobby, Caius has a phobia, the Cullen's are trash talked, plays are performed, television is invented, fashions change, cooking is attempted, the 80's come to pass, and every bloody vampire is following the new "trend" of vegetarianism (damn vegans).
You have been warned.
AU: Expect some OOC moments. A first Twilight fic for me. And yes, I strongly dislike veganism. No offence to my darling Vegan pals. Volturi insanity to come.