I awoke the next morning knowing exactly what I wanted to do. I jumped out of bed, got ready, and ran out the door.
Images of the black-shrouded figures filled my mind. After I ran into the one, I could still hear his voice in my head, long after I had left. There was something very… unnatural about him, and his voice reflected upon this.
My mind was sharp even when I was in deep thought about the strange people. Did they live in that majestic castle? Why were they hiding their faces? The questions swirled through my mind as I drove…
When I had almost reached my castle, people began to crowd in front of my car. They seemed to be going towards my destination. How odd. And they were all wearing red. It dawned on me. Today was St. Marcus Day.
[St. Marcus Day celebrates when all the vampires in Volterra were destroyed by Saint Marcus.]
When the people started to really annoy me, I found a somewhat acceptable place to park. As I got out of my car, I had to push through all of the red-wearing, fanged, St. Marcus Day goers. It felt like it took five minutes just to get to the safety of the grass.
I decided to take the long way through the grassy area. I felt antsy for some reason, but I just wrote it off as excitement.
Then I reached the gates. Even though this was only my second time to witness the magic of the building, I was left awestruck.
Since everyone had already went in for the tour, I didn't have to fight my way in.
When I had actually entered the castle clad in artistic designs, I felt my stomach drop. Never before had I seen such a beautiful sight.
Ahead of me, I saw the tour group. It seemed like they just started, and I was thankful. I quickly walked up to them, chastising myself for not checking up on the time.
We were lead into a gorgeous, candle-lit corridor. Up ahead, I saw a large, dark colored wood door. Our tour guide was quickly leading her many followers into these doors. Right before I entered the large, domed room ahead, I noticed the doors were intricately carved with odd shapes. I made out something that looked like… a person leaning over another person with their head in their hands. Strange…
Inside the room, there were three long-haired men on thrones. The man on the far left had dark brown hair and a strong facial structure. The one in the middle had raven hair that cascaded down his pale face. The one on the right had extremely light blonde hair on the verge of being white.
I noticed that they all had one thing in common. Black eyes.
"Hello, visitors of our castle. I am Aro, this is Marcus," He gestured to his right. "and this is Caius." He gestured to his left. Strange names…
I looked behind me when I heard the doors close. "Jane." Aro said happily to a young, pretty blonde girl.
After he greeted the girl, he stepped forward towards us, then he started to take hold of each person's hand. When he did this, he closed his eyes. Aro came up to me, pausing for a second. "Hello." he said.
Then it hit me. This was the man I ran into last night. He had the same deep, yet light, accented voice. He smiled at my expression. "I believe we have met." I didn't know what to say to that, so I simply did what I have been known to do. I smiled, blushed, then looked down. "What is your name, dear?" Aro asked. "Bella." I answered quietly. He was… stunning. My expression must have given me away, because he smiled. His teeth gleamed, making my heart jump. He was very stunning.
His hands were ice, literally. He seemed to feel my heart spike at the temperature, because he looked amused.
He showed intense concentration while focusing on my hand. I had no clue what he was doing, but I decided it was best to go along with it.
A shocked look spread across his face as he released my hand. He only said one word. "Interesting…"