Cleavage and Deviation

by DrusyStars

And so we were different. Changed. As one must remember a vampire's mate is sacred. But be hereby warned: not everything is as it appears. For power is great and magnificent. And rules that are broken must be corrected. When the arrow does not find the mark pure and true, a quiver will bring deviation, and deviation will bring aftermath.

When one meets the death of a mate in this existence, the adage an eye for an eye is what we live by. We disregard the fact that we blind others in the process. For some have power and others do not. Decisions rule our world just as much as instinct. Bella. She ought to meet an untimely end. Observation had run it's due course and Victoria would follow her will to the end of it's road. A road that while marked with sorrow would be straightened with purpose.

And so it begins. Yes my sweet. Victoria had learned well from her mate.

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The shrill voice of Gianna was harsh compared to the lilting voices that typically filled the castle. Her white pumps clacked nervously and her heart beat was quick. Behind her an untamed frenzy of wild red hair and exotic furs swished as Victoria neatly walked to the magnificent encrusted throne of Aro Volturi. Simpering and bowing the nomad removed her leather glove and offered her glowingly pale hand to the King.

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The mind of a rogue nomad was more interesting than most. Nomads were terse and often shared a flagrant disregard for the rules. Their lives both more simple and more complex. Nothing like the Denali's or the Cullen's, and nothing like the Whitlock's for that matter either. For most, becoming a vampire did not change the urge to belong. And yet some saw no set of rules, no ideals, no position. It was that which destroyed the large armies of the Southern wars. Not one belonged. They were instilled by fear and in turn destroyed by it. As instillation by a desire that feeds and destroys will too die. For when a rule of the Volturi is broken there is always a price.

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Aro hissed in both delight and anger. With each thought more that passed from Victoria to his own mind, he gripped her hand with more and more pressure until the whites of his knuckles became brighter and whiter still. He gripped her hand until she writhed and her own hand began to crumble in his. This transition of indignant thoughts he did not understand. Scathing, he tossed her to the marble floor below his feet with great force.

Victoria let out a screech as her body hit the floor. And still, she regained composure fixing her fur stole and attempting to tame her wild curls, sighing the words she had recited by day and night, "The human. She knows."