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-This was the second story I ever wrote for FF. I am going back and fixing it. Making it so much better and not so shitty. Dear Lord, my writing was so terrible four years ago. Honestly, I agonized over writing this during Junior High, and it was only 17,000 words! I made such a big deal, out of such a little story!
-I am embarrassed.
"These children are so below my intelligence level, it's astonishing. Normally I would allow them a handicap because they are humans, but there is only so much I can handle, Carlisle."
The human women of the present day had no self respect, or at least they didn't act like it. Nor did they respect their superiors. Such an egregious display of 'gratitude', plus vulgar language that was not fit for a young woman's ears. He'd never been so scandalized and he had three thousand years of experiences to remember. Three thousand years of his new life to compare to.
"These students need much shaping, Carlisle. I saw a boy today, who had so many holes in his head, you would think his father was an excavator."
"I know Aro, but times have changed. People don't possess the same morals as they used to, and parents have become too lenient when rearing their children," Carlisle replied, always trying to make peace. "Besides, I recall your brief interest in tattoos."
Aro huffed and the reminder. It was simply a thought of his. When it was specifically noted that it could not in any way work on vampires, he lost his interest in the art very quickly.
The Volturi leader sighed. "Carlisle, I cannot wait much longer for this 'blessing' to come."
There was a brief pause before the blond finally answered, "We have enough blood in stock." He sounded distraught.
"Carlisle, my self control is unrivaled. I am talking about how far humanity has fallen. I always strive to see the better in everyone, but the humans of this day and age are a disappointment to nature. Living with no restraint or respect for the lives they are lucky enough to have, is disgusting."
"I know, but have patience, Aro. Not everyone is so totally depraved. Give them some time. Someone will shine through," Carlisle encouraged.
Though he was much older than Carlisle, he did often rely on the other vampire for advice. Carlisle always spoke with an intrepid heart, never hesitating to speak his mind. Aro had read his thoughts many times, so he would know very personally how faithful Carlisle was.
"I will attempt it, Carlisle, but I can make no promises," Aro told him in a defeated tone.
"That's all I ask for. I will see you this evening."
"Yes," the vampire leader agreed. He turned the mobile off and glanced at his watch. Class was in five minutes. The children would be departing from the atrium soon.
More nagging girls looking for any excuse to touch him. When did women become so brazen? He knew harlots who are more conservative. Not personally, though. He wasn't too interested in doing such things with random strangers. He would get to see their every sickening fantasy involving him and oh so many others. It wasn't worth it.
Coming upon his class, he overheard some voices. Angela Weber was one of them. Besides any of the Cullen children, she was his brightest student. Always eager to learn and didn't feel the need to encroach upon his territory all the time.
He didn't know she had a friend. In fact, he had never read her mind.
Some might even wonder why, but it was only because she didn't attempt to touch him and he made no effort to change that status. Aro was grateful for any kind of reprieve he could get and wouldn't sully the small bursts of freedom he had.
Whoever was in the room with his favorite student, had an alluring scent. A very spicy scent. It had been years since he'd personally scented someone so… delicious.
When he entered the room, he could see a very shy Ms. Weber, standing beside a young woman. All he could see was a long mane of well-tended, mahogany hair, and slender, denim covered legs.
Aro was nearly floored. A young woman named 'Bella'. Mostly likely Isabella.
When she turned, Aro almost fell into a trance. Such an unexpected breath of fresh air in a human woman. She had eyes that reminded him of a doe, and were brown like the earth. Full lips, though the top one was just slightly larger. Hip length mahogany locks that possessed a few stray waves here and there, and subtle feminine curves.
Sia lode! She must be the new student for I have never seen someone so lovely!
Someone new to gaze upon.
And she corrected his use of her name, demanding the diminutive term instead. Still, either one she wished to be known by, she was 'beautiful' either way.
A woman who knew what she wanted, without going overboard! It was as if the gods were smiling upon him finally!
He placed her in the very first seat, so that he might have an easier time looking upon her and possibly calling her attention to himself. Nothing would stand between them.
I will be keeping a very close eye on you, cara mia.
When Aro shook her hand, to his utter astonishment, he saw nothing. He watched her gorgeous eyes widen slightly before her heartbeat accelerated.
They couldn't keep contact because the other students decided to appear and ruin Aro's day even further. But he had indeed taken note of the change in her demeanor.
At least he would have all the time in the world to get to know her. And it would be a glorious acquaintanceship. And possibly something more.
Bella Swan watched the cafeteria. Forks' High School students weren't very mature. One would think that a town of three thousand people would have strong, mature teenagers to continue on the lines or their families and such, but these kids were far from it. Even the teachers weren't on her wavelength.
"Seriously, does anyone here act their age?" she mumbled to herself, feeling grouchy.
"What was that?"
Bella turned to the Weber girl. Angela Weber, the only person Bella had met that seemed to have a brain. The girl was looking at her curiously.
"I was just wondering if it always rained," she lied, not wanting to offend the only decent person she had met so far.
Angela smiled and nodded shyly. That was a good thing. She was the quiet and thoughtful type. Not the one to throw a tantrum when things didn't go her way, or get bitchy when all the attention wasn't on her.
"We have History of the World next. Do you like to be early?" she asked.
"Yeah. Let's go."
Bella and Angela collected their things and made their way to the cafeteria door. A blonde walked by and sneered to her friend, "What nerds."
Angela kept on walking but Bella stopped. Bella wasn't the sort to just let people do as they pleased. She had a mind and mouth of her own, and she was going to speak.
"Compared to a brainless twit such as yourself, I'll take that as a compliment."
Blondie halted mid-step and turned to Bella. "What did you say to me?" she demanded in a nasally tone. Her friend was looking back and forth between she and Bella, obviously unsure of what to do or say.
Bella just shrugged. "Nothing other than the fact that I said that you lack basic intelligence. What did your parents do to you?"
The girl sputtered. "They give me everything I want because they love me."
"Apparently not. Just look at how you turned out. They don't love you. You're tolerated because they don't want to hear you whine. So grow up, pull your head out of your rectum, and improve your attitude. I can see that your friend agrees with me."
The brunette standing beside her, blushed and looked away, knowing that she had been caught.
"Let's go, Angela," Bella said, leaving the girl and her friend in open mouthed shock in the cafeteria doorway.
Angela looked like she had never experienced this level of joy in her life. "You told her off quickly and didn't even give her a chance to speak! No one has ever tried to do that. They just let Lauren walk all over them, myself included. It's better than having to deal with her whining."
"It's all about attitude, quick wit, and your arsenal of insults. I'm not going to allow anyone to walk all over me."
The walk to History was spent in silence. Angela was proving to be the most interesting person Bella had come across so far. Not annoying and she knew when to talk and when to be silent. It was refreshing.
The classroom was vast and teacher free. Large desks that would be shared probably by two partners each. A poster or two on the wall, all in foreign languages of course.
Angela pointed to a desk up front. "I'm sure you'll sit there, but you should probably wait for the teacher, just in case."
"'Just in case' what, Ms. Weber?"
Angela glanced behind Bella and blushed. "Uh, where Bella should sit, Mr. Volturi."
Bella was displeased. She hadn't even noticed that someone had come up behind them, and she should have. Still, she turned to face the new individual. And boy was he the finest piece of male flesh she'd ever had the privilege of laying her two eyes on.
I believe I hear the angels singing.
Then, she realized that she was ogling him like a chocoholic in a Godiva shop. It wasn't her fault that the dark haired masterpiece with the creamy skin, was perfection walking. Like Adonis come to life. But damn, was he fine. And his eyes. She'd never seen mauve eyes before.
"Is this the new student, Isabella Swan?" the perfect male specimen asked, his voice like liquid sex.
Ugh, Isabella. "Just Bella," the brunette corrected. She hated her name and despised it when people felt the need to say it. As if they thought it was cooler or something.
Those eyes sparkled, and his mouth tilted up in a smirk. "I am your teacher, Aro Volturi."
Is he purring?
There was just the slightest rumble to his words. Bella was sure she hadn't imagined it. Her hearing was fantastic after all.
"I have your books right here," he continued, voice barely tinged with a European accent that she wouldn't even dare to place. It was perfect as it was and didn't need to be categorized.
Gorgeous and foreign. Her dream come true.
He proceeded to hand her three different books.
"Ms. Weber is correct, Bella. You will be seated up front."
He took the slip the school secretary had given her, and signed it in the most beautiful script she'd ever seen. "Welcome aboard."
They shook hands and Bella found herself on the other end of a quizzical look.
What was wrong?
She could feel a push on her mental barriers. A very insistent push actually.
Is trying to..? Is he even human?
Students began to pile in then, breaking their staring contest along with the strange feeling that came with physical contact, when he released her hand.
Holy shit!
Aro Volturi wasn't even a human!
A/N: The first chapte rhas been revamped and has different stuff in Aro's section.
Definitions according to Google Translate:
Sia Lode- (Italian) praise be/praise!.
Cara mia- (Italian) my dear(in reference to female).
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