Sailaranel: I'm not sure yet, it'll probably depend on her mates age (when I figure one out for her). If it's someone like Carlisle, it'd go into the present because I like messing with the rest of the Cullens but it may become a period piece otherwise.
"Jane. Do you think we should?" Alec stood tall again, well as much as he could. It was odd, this connection of the mind these two seemed to have. Almost envious to lack such a connection with anyone or anything despite being married thrice.
"I...think that would be lovely." I swiveled around to look at her reaction, she looked positively delighted as she nodded her head. I furrowed my brows out of confusion as she seemed to begin to drift back to the side, as though she was following the river.
"What are we doing?" I gasped slightly at the pain that was increasing simply to pull myself to my feet. I began dusting off the dirt I'd collected along the way.
"We're eliminating any old ties." Alec explained blankly, not revealing a smile nor a grimace. This didn't give me much to go on as I thought back on what that could possibly mean for me.
"I don't have any." I called, following along behind them with a growing burn in my throat.
"There must be at least one. One man that cursed you to where we found you." Jane disagreed, staring back at me with little emotion in her stare. I'd notice this was something else the two had in common, such desolate yet beautiful faces. Angels of death and despair came in the size of a child.
"Well...there is that." I admitted, watching her as she gave a set nod and began walking again.
"Then your first blood tasted shall be him." She declared with some bitter happiness behind her words. I pondered why they insisted on this odd ritual until we actually came upon the village and the sweet smells began to assault my nose.
At this I almost lost my wits, interested in nearly every house that I passed by. Each wooden structure, each window, I peeked through every single one. Searching for the man I held most of my anger with, the other parts relied mainly on an inept system of dispensing justice.
I stared into one more, my eyes could see and hear two beating hearts inside this one. I breathed in slightly, remembering the scent that I'd come to hate. George was in here. A face moved into the window, pressing itself against the panes of glass. Anne.
I smiled back at her as she let out a gasp. Her heart beat kicked up and I could smell the fear and anxiety leaping off of her in waves to call to me. I would enjoy this in some dark way. I would have my revenge.
I opened the door with little resistance, still attempting for a quiet capture of my intended persons. In the back of my blood lust soaked mind, I knew that if I were to be interrupted, they would simply have to die. We weren't a normal experience for this village, if anything I'd be a sign of the witches come back. That the crimes were true.
I held her face in my hands, staring deeply into her eyes as I spoke, "Be quiet, Anne." She hushed almost immediately, though she still looked panicked as I leaned closer.
"Be still, child." I pressed my lips to her head, quiet in death's final kiss with this child. This child that had cursed me to my fated end. In some way I felt as though I was thanking her by ending her time on this earth. She would never get out from under his shadow. George's position in the church, sealed that into stone.
At first I wanted to simply snap his neck and drain him. But...then I felt what little I'd seen of the theatre inspire me. Everything went now. I have no restraints. I slinked towards the bed and sat down.
At first he didn't move, whatsoever and I began to curse my ability to sit so still. I looked back to see if perhaps Anne would do so, only to find that she hadn't moved whatsoever. I needed to make noise to wake him myself, great. I choose to cough, loudly.
This seemed to do the trick as he rolled in his sleep, peering at me for a second before he hopped up as though the devil poked him. He stared at my face, running two warm fingers down my cheek and chin.
"It's me, George." I confirmed what he seemed to be seeking. My confirmation gave him a bit of a fright. He jumped slightly and appeared to still himself almost immediately after, like he didn't want me to notice.
"How did yo-" He began, looking confused and frazzled.
"You don't permission to speak." I ordered with some power, relishing the feeling as he shut his mouth looking a tad annoyed.
"This is what happens, when you wrongly accuse someone." I whispered, leaning closer to him. "Do you understand?" I tilted my head, waiting for his response. He nodded, silent still.
"Then know this, when God waves you to the furthest hole of hell. Lying is a sin." I hissed, wrapping my hand around his neck much like a noose would have.
"The misery of the wicked in hell will be absolutely eternal." I remembered from a sermon of his many moons ago.
"Isabelle." He pleaded as my grip tightened.
"I saw no mercy. Neither shall you." With this I couldn't take the lingering burn anymore and cracked his neck. This was an odd act of mercy, he couldn't feel the life leaving his body. He didn't deserve half the life he'd been given. Bastard.
Weeks turned into months, months into years as I continued to do my job for the masters. Most often I would follow Felix, Demetri, Jane, and, Alec out on trips set by Aro. Strength in numbers, he always said. Luckily, with Jane and Alec, I had little to do other than stand close by to speak and we had no need for any other means of persuasion.
This life was one that I fell into easily. I felt free, no longer like I was tormented by rules to keep me down and out. Aro, Marcus, and Caius became my new interests in life as I seemed to hit a high note on the guard. My speech talents pulled me apart from the others, the ability to charm others simply by being near and uttering the words I needed too. I learned the rules quickly and adhered to them to dispense justice with little mercy.
"Mental Manipulation."Eleazer one day said those two words to me, from behind me out of the blue.
"I'm sorry?" I turned, slowly, eying the spanish vampire warily.
So far I hadn't had any issues with people in the coven and this was something that Aro appreciated when I'd touched his hand. He was impressed by my powers of persuasion when I'd been human, they'd only increased when I was turned by Alec. I was a little terrified of being cast out of the coven, or worse.
"Your ability to mention something to another, and suddenly it's an idea of their own." He explained slowly, coming closer to stand near me. I had no issues with this man, we enjoyed upholding the law for the common good. Although, given I'm much harsher in my punishments than he's ever been, I still didn't think that meant an issue would raise itself.
"I'm simply eloquent. I always have been." I raised a brow, a little confused as to how this was a special ability.
"Not quite. I'm eloquent. You're gift is that of mental manipulation, a charmed tongue if you will. You can place ideas in other's heads and spin them out to be their own." He shook his head, correcting what I'd thought.
"But-" I furrowed my brow and shook my head to disagree when he began supplying evidence of this ability.
"You asked Alec, one of the witch twins, to stop your transformation's pain. He did so with little resistance, did he not?" Eleazar waited for another disagreement when I pursed my lips in thought.
"I'd never thought of that." I murmured as I crossed my arms over my chest in wonder.
This should be known by the masters. Sometimes I wondered why the twins had chosen me to give this gift to and to do it so kindly. I had no idea of the pains others had gone through simply to become one of us. Alec had shown me mercy on a multitude of levels, some of which I could probably never repay him for and now I was only to find out that it was because I'd told him too...Kind of killed any sentiment behind it.
"I ought to tell Aro." I muttered to myself, turning to go back towards the throne room.
"He already knows, Isabelle. Why do you think you're kept by Chelsea and Corin the most?" He tilted his head, watching realisation hit my face. Aro has protected himself already, I was under some amount of wraps to keep me from overthrowing him.
I pursed my lips, mulling that over in my mind. He was simply looking out for his interests and the welfare of our world. If he went, the peace and happiness of this world would fall to calamity in minutes. It was for the best considering that there were always others there to overthrow the masters. I turned back again, towards Eleazar to smile at him fondly.
"Thank you for the information." I nodded, pleasant enough for him to bow his head in return.
"I feel everyone should have the fullest knowledge they can." He replied smoothly over his shoulder despite the accent, continuing on whatever way he was going now.
Personally, I was on my way to lead a possible new recruit into the expansive structure that was our base of operations. This Carlisle Cullen was a rare and interesting man, according to Aro. A vampire who didn't eat humans. What an odd concept. He was interested in staying in Voltura, studying our books and scripts here. An intelligent and a non-violent vampire. I was honestly quite surprised to hear he hadn't been killed by now.
I walked into the throne room, eyes darted to me then darted away quickly when I was recognized. Aro stood on the same level as this newcomer who I had to assume was Carlisle Cullen. A british man. He stood tall with taut shoulders under the layers of his coat, shirt, and his cravat. His profile interested me, it was smoother with rounded cheekbones and an almost button nose from this side. Dusty looking blonde hair was brushed back, just barely touching his coat's collar.
"Ah, here she is. Isabelle. This is Carlisle Cullen. Come, come closer, my girl." Aro noticed as I entered the room and stood for a second. Unsure as to whether or not I could simply walk up and introduce myself. When the Romanian Coven had come around, I was meant to simply mediate between the masters and Stefan or Vladimir. Aro had claimed it was my charms that sent them on their way, peacefully.
"Sir." I nodded my head to Carlisle as a greeting, keeping my eyes away from him despite the piqued curiosity.
"I've heard many things about you. You'll be of great interest to me." Carlisle's voice felt like a soft breeze of air, drifting over my face and ears gently.
"Ah yes. Of course. I'm sure you two will have much to speak of." Aro replied warmly. This was almost odd as I focused on Aro's crinkled face, skin like paper and veins mashed together in one layer.