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Sorry it took so long! I hope this makes up for it!

Technically, she could not say that she really enjoyed Caius's routine visits. But as there is nothing she can do about it, Vada becomes physically content, though only physically. Mentally, otherwise.

She is not stable, yet she is not terribly erratic. In her mind, she feels it is wrong. In his mind, he believes that you embrace every minute of it. Reality's concept declared both assumptions false.

Cheese goes to wine as sadism plays along ideally to masochism. The desired things in the world are hardly, ever, either good or bad.

Emotionally, she had changes. Most girls feel like women after losing their virginity or it is known to be a beautiful thing, as long as it is with your man of choice.

Or Vada, however, she liked to consider herself a virgin still. If one was to ask, she would reply, no, and then avoid the following question: Who did you lose it to?

But who would ask those questions around here? The Volturi are old fashioned, and prefer to keep personal lives private.

The entire place of vampires noticed that her physical appearance reeked of restless nights from the times she so often thought about it.

The bags under her eyes, a lack of appetite, and moments of zoning out during conversations with the few guards who associated themselves with her.

After about a week of Caius's visits, the girl began to grow used to it. The pain was faint.

Tonight was peculiar.

Vada's POV

Caius has been 'visiting' for two weeks. I wasn't sure what I expected of him afterwards, and I did not even know what I would think of myself after all this.

I am sixteen. I have been with the Volturi as one of Aro's toys, experiments, whatever he has preferred to call me for nearly two years now.

At the time, I was fourteen, and my reaction to the vampires and their immaculate looks was that of a fan girl's reaction to say, her favorite boy band or those stupid shows that come on TV. to target that age.

Of the three leaders, Caius stood out to me most, but I didn't want this.

I have always known he is sadistic, lost his wife to subjects that are taboo, and he is merciless.

Why did this surprise me?

Around this time, eleven PM, I am expectant of the white headed leader in my door swiftly to avoid being caught by any guards. And then, if there were guards who knew about the situation, they would be wise enough to keep to themselves.

And that is likely the reason why I am in such a situation.

What to do with a foolish, human girl who can't keep her mouth shut? Simple.

Death it shall be.

It would be far- fetched to say that I am completely used to it, because, fuck, who would get used to this?

However, it is not as bad as it was a while ago. And by a while ago, I mean about two weeks ago.

The pain is faint and most of the time I would take an Aspirin for a headache to knock me on my ass. Aspirin would have always done the trick and this is the only time that I have had to render the use of it futile.

The night that it happened my mind was making up things. I thought, that maybe if I took a walk, I could return peacefully back to my room and slumber would come easier to me. That is the distinction between two weeks ago and today.

I now know better.

In the slaughter room, or even Aro's office the other day, if there is an encounter with Caius I receive his seductive glare.

It really makes things a hell of a lot harder to do my job.

The story is a long and complicated one. My biological mother gave birth to me in jail. Drug abuse, sentenced ten years; she wasn't aware of my existence in her womb until she was two months into her term.

I was born six months later. I remained in the prison nursery (as I was told by my adoptive mother) until I was about a month old, and then I had to bid my piteous farewell to my mother.

I went to a permanent home immediately. Paige and her husband of five years, Chandler, had fertility issues. To see how I came into the picture should be simple. The situation is funny in a non-comical way, because it was only nine years later that my baby brother, Spencer was conceived.

Paige and Chandler later decided to renew their vows. That week, Chandler had a job offer over here.

The four of us visited the city of Volterra and as you have probably assumed, things went downhill.

Spencer had a fever, Chandler was on an interview, and my Momma sent me out to tour.

Heidi came, luring me in like a worm on a hook, and I ended up here.

I am still baffled that I got to live. I was never told why, though for a brief second I captured the sight of Marcus offering Aro his hand. His red eyes remained on me, which to this day are as unnerving as they were at that moment.

"We'll save you some." Aro informed Demetri. I was slumped over his shoulder and the words were perceived muffled. I had no idea what he meant and my instinct told me that I didn't want to.

I was escorted out of the slaughter room by Demetri, who later revealed to me what and who they were. The news was exactly that- news.

That day was a daze.

I still keep myself awake at night trying to scrounge my mind for the slightest of details.

Demetri once told me days later that sometimes if potential could be spotted in humans, Aro prefers to keep them to better heighten their abilities as vampires.

It could've been my courage, a young girl walking straight into the lion's den, alone.

Or the bold statements I made banging and pounding on Demetri's shoulder. Yet, that was after Aro decided to keep me.

There are not that many notable details to myself, though maybe with a vampire's amplified senses it would have been able to spot.

The way I was acting that day, twiddling my thumbs, running my fingers through my hair to fix it when I realized that in my surrounding were attractive people, would be what the vampires would label as 'pathetic' and 'human' and in their book those two words are synonyms. Even then, I was able to tell that they were prodigious and finicky.

But what made me so goddamned special?