AN: Sorry for making you wait so long! School is killing me. But here it is: the second instalment of 'Caius Volturi goes to Anger Management'! I hope I didn't disappoint. oxox

After a debate – that took FOUR hours – came to a close, I decided to stroll down the passageway. As I did, I admired the paintings I would usually ignore. I usually ignored everything and anyone if they didn't benefit me in some way. The candles flickered wildly as I passed them. I felt at ease, almost tranquilised. I considered visiting Athenodora then laughed. We hate each other. The last time I saw her was at Christmas, everything was perfect until I joked about her hair. She throw a lamp and a Christmas tree at me. But I'm the one with issues. She still hasn't forgiven me. Woman, I thought.

"Caius!" I heard Sulpicia call from behind me. I sighed. "WHAT?!" I snapped as I turned around. She recoiled backwards, I smirked quickly. You can't make people like you, but you can make them fear you. She straightened her back and lifted her head. "Aro wanted me to inform you on the date of your appointment." She murmured. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Appointment? Appointment for what?"

"Anger management. Remember?"

"Oh for the love of blood! I do not have anger issues!"

"Aro seems to think otherwise…"

"Yes, well Aro thinks that mutant of a child – Renesmee – is fascinating. I just think she's bratty and—"

"July, 5th!" she muttered as she walked away.

July, 5th my ass. I am not going. No. I refuse. What day is it today? I asked myself. Ahh, July 1st.

Well, if I'm being accused of having anger issues I might as well act like it.

I grinned – this was going to be fun!

The perfect time to start raging would be at the Guard Meeting. It's always so slow and tedious and I don't even know many of the minor guards. They are, in my opinion, peasants. And I am a king; therefore I shall not associate with them. However I do enjoy recycling them each century. When a vampire's head gets ripped off, it makes this joyous sound – it's like hearing bacon sizzle in a pan. I just can't get enough of it. I sighed contently. Today will truly be memorable.

After a centuries, immortality gets extremely bothersome. You have to make fun, because fun won't find you.

Two hours passed and I found myself sat comfortably in my throne. The guards started piling in one after one and soon the throne room was packed and echoing with the latest gossip. Aro stood and silenced the whole room; he started waffling on about some minor changes Marcus and I weren't in on. This was it: my chance.

I cleared my throat. "Aro, I do not remember discussing any type of changes with you."

Aro turned. "Ahh, my dear brother, I do not need you to help me decide what I do."

I stood. I wasn't finished. "In fact, you just swan off and do your own thing. Do you ever put mine and Marcus' opinions into consideration, hmm?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I—"

"Point proven. And do you know what, Aro? I have had it up to here with you."

"Caius…" he tried to smooth out, "I did not think you would be so affected by this."

"AFFECTED?! You didn't think for ONE second that I WOULD NOT be affected?! I rule alongside you, I have put up with you and your sissy ways for God's knows how long, I have restrained from slapping you EVER SINCE WE FIRST MET AND IT DID NOT OCCUR TO YOU THAT I WOULD NOT BE AFBLOODYFECTED?!" and with that I slapped him so hard my hand started stinging. I flipped over two tables, punched a couple of holes in the walls and cussed like a sailor.

I exhaled a breath and looked at the stunned-to-absolute-silence-with-their-mouth-gappi ng-open crowd and smiled before exiting the room.

I have been bottling that up for so long. It's like a weight has been lifted off my chest. I should slap Aro more often.