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"Look at all these walls, Aro. They are the very foundation of humanity!"
Aro's lips quirked into a smile. It seemed Carlisle was losing his sanity faster than thought possible, but his thoughts were endearing, and interesting, to Aro. "Is that so?"
"Just listen. These walls create a fortress, they are strong together, yet look." Those slender fingers traced the small breaks in the stone. "These fissures represent us, vampires. If we continue to attack humans the cracks will spread, our numbers will overtake the humans. What happens when that wall becomes nothing but these cracks, when it's completely unstable?"
Aro understood his unexpected statement. It was a brilliant illustration, one that made Aro consider how they ruthlessly attacked humans wrong. He shifted his weight, arms crossed defensively over his chest. Carlisle had him pinned—and he kind of liked it. What a clever man, he thought.
Red eyes met gold. "It will fall."
"As will humanity."
That was the first night he tried animal blood. Every time Aro visited the antechamber he was reminded of that conversation, that experience. He didn't mind. Carlisle constantly challenged him to be better but unfortunately it never stuck. Aro was too cruel. Carlisle was a creature of compassion and love. They were polar opposites.
Aro stood in the bright round room, staring at the ceiling miles above him. He used to love this room, years before Carlisle appeared, because it meant food had been captured and a slaughter was about to begin, or someone had crossed the line and he would be executed. Whatever way he looked at it, this room was connected to killing, death, destruction. Aside from those spreading fractures in the old stone walls, the proof of the acts was never visible.
He walked behind the thrones, the worst of the damage hidden there, and felt a sudden wave of rage. Why did he continue to stay? Why did he not follow Carlisle? Why was Sulpicia making him choose? He had the right to control his own emotions, to give his heart to whomever he pleased! His hand connected with the wall, a loud smash crowding the empty room mixed with his roar. Rubble fell to the floor, his breaths came quicker, as he backed into Caius's throne.
Aro laughed.
He knew he should compose himself before his company arrived but he couldn't. The laughter kept coming as he pounded a section of the wall into dust. Humanity will crumble. We are the dominant species. We will inherit this earth when they are gone!
The door behind him opened, the wood scraping along the cobble stone, and he peered around the back of the throne to find Alec cautiously entering the room. Aro spotted a larger party beyond the small boy—apparently word traveled that Edward was coming back, with two girls in tow, perhaps to witness the execution—yet they stayed safely in the hallway. They never saw one of Aro's fits, but they heard about them.
Aro came out from behind the thrones with a strange smile. "Alec, how good to see you. Has Jane returned yet? I heard she was bringing Edward along." He stared at the hole he made and began to move the heavy chairs into the depression. The hole wasn't big enough to fit the large back, he considered breaking it, but settled with leaving it on the small dais. He felt he made enough of a mess.
"Not yet, Master," Alec replied. "She will arrive momentarily, I'm sure."
"Who do you bring with you?"
Alec motioned the others inside and Aro's smile grew in size. They didn't come to watch a show, they came to partake. Heidi would enter soon with the humans. They were hungry and eagerly waiting.
A distant chime alerted the floor of the elevators arrival. Aro sent Alec to greet them as he went through the room, mingling with his people. He loved the large feeding frenzies. It was so nice to see everyone.
The sound of feet drew the attention of the crowd to the door, a thick smell wafting on the air. Aro grinned invitingly at the small party as they entered the room. The brunette girl clinging to Edward's arm looked nearly terrified; she was pale, almost sickly looking, and Aro's smiled slipped. This was the girl who caused Edward's near suicide? She looked nothing like Edward's memories. His death over this creature would have definitely been a waste of talent.
Aro floated forward, arms open wide. "Jane, dear one, you've returned!" He always missed Jane when she went out in the field. She was almost his equal in cruelty, they understood each other perfectly; her being so darling was just a plus. He wanted to pick her up and squeeze her—those innocent red eyes drove him mad with fatherly affection—but settled for a small peck on her lips.
"Yes, Master," she said happily. "I brought him back alive, just as you wished."
"Ah, Jane. You are such a comfort to me. And Alice and Bella, too! This is a happy surprise! Wonderful!" He watched Isabella's eyes widen when he addressed her. Was he overdoing it? He didn't want to frighten her. This was Edward's mate, after all—even if he didn't like the look of her. She was absolutely not worthy of Edward's beauty. She looked like a street rat.
Aro sent Felix to fetch Caius and Marcus from their rooms—heavens knew they needed to get out. He could only imagine how they spent their free time. Caius probably glared at himself in a mirror, perhaps he practiced his scowling, and Marcus, well he already knew that Marcus sat in the dark doing nothing. Not even breathing. He waited. For what? Aro would never know.
While they waited Aro entertained his company with polite small talk. He was excited that Edward and Isabella were reunited. He wanted to know their future plans—but it could wait. He wanted the present first. He turned to Alice for answers; she was tense under the gaze of the ancient, he noticed it immediately and only wished they would relax. They were making the other vampires in the room edgy.
"As you can see today, I cause problems as often as I cure them," Alice said.
"You're too modest." Aro resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I've seen some of your more amazing exploits, and I must admit I've never observed anything like your talent. Wonderful!"
Alice barely glanced at Edward. A silent conversation, Edward? Aro thought. Edward's eyes were trained on his. Please do not be rude, speak up for all our sakes. We would like to hear what you have to say. Aro knew the look was from Alice's confusion.
"I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced properly at all, have we? It's just that I feel like I know you already, and I tend to get ahead of myself. Your brother introduced us yesterday, in a peculiar way. You see, I share some of your brother's talent, only I am limited in a way that he is not." The bitter jealousy was creeping into his voice and he shook his head to fight it off. He would always feel envious, but when Edward joined their ranks he had nothing to fear.
"And also exponentially more powerful." Edward read Aro's bitterness and quickly determined the right words to say.
So useful! Aro sighed wistfully. But flattery will get you nowhere, Edward.
Another silent conversation took place between the siblings. They had the advantage, Aro noticed. Within a matter of seconds they could map out a strategy, anticipate enemy attacks, and get out before he realized what was happening. Aro was not as quick as he used to be; lugging Isabella, they could perhaps get as far as Gianna's desk, without her, then they had the possibility of getting to the elevator.
Movement over their shoulders drew Aro's attention. He grinned when he spotted Caius and Marcus behind Felix.
"Marcus, Caius, look! Bella is alive after all, and Alice is here with her! Isn't that wonderful?"
Of course, his brothers barely knew what he was talking about, or perhaps they didn't care. Caius stalked past the trio to take his place on his throne, sneer right at home on his face. Would he ever lighten up? Did he not realize this was a happy occasion? Marcus stopped beside Aro to share his thoughts before continuing into the room.
I told you she would have him, his mind said, sounding almost smug. Their relationship is the strongest I have ever seen. You can't break their bond.
Aro was tempted to crush his hand. Did he believe he could dictate what Aro could and could not have? But Marcus implied he was stating the truth; it was nothing to get riled up about.
"Thank you, Marcus," Aro said. "That's quite interesting." Not.
Edward continued to show off his talent, much to Aro's annoyance, and yet he didn't dwell on it. He might not have it yet, but he would. He would give Edward an offer he couldn't refuse. Perhaps if Bella was involved he would accept—if he truly loved her like he claimed.
Marcus's retreating form stirred the air around Aro and he took a deep breath. La tua cantante, he thought. Do you know what it means, Edward? She is your singer. Why do you waste it?
"How can you stand so close to her like that?" Aro asked.
Edward's replies were quick and apathetic. Was he tortured standing by her? His arms kept tightening inch by inch around her waist, and Aro wondered if he was aware he was doing it. He looked closer. This listless boy reminded Aro of the time Carlisle first appeared in his territory. That familiar set of the jaw, the way he carried himself—it was Carlisle's mannerism staring at Aro, and he told Edward so.
Aro couldn't help the smile as he remembered his old lover. "I am gratified by his success. Your memories of him are quite a gift for me, though they astonish me exceedingly. I am surprised by how it . . . pleases me, his success in this unorthodox path he's chosen. I expected that he would waste, weaken with time." Because Aro had tried the "vegetarian lifestyle," as Carlisle called it, and felt a certain weakness without human blood, it was a strong fear that it would ultimately affect his health. He was so glad to know it wasn't so. "I'd scoffed at his plan to find others who would share his peculiar vision. Yet, somehow, I'm happy to be wrong."
He praised Edward's self-control—he certainly deserved it, being able to resist that tasty morsel. Never in a million years did he think he would find someone to pass Carlisle's restraint. He declined everything Aro threw at him, including a very provocative offering even Sulpicia couldn't refuse. The man was a mountain, and made him all the more desirable.
Aro finally remembered there was a certain being in the room, the one they spoke about, and set his eyes on Isabella. She was trying hard not to flinch. "I am so curious, about one thing in particular. May I?" He reached out towards her, slowly, as not to scare her. This was a crucial moment—whether she would help trap Edward and prove useful to the Volturi ranks.
"Ask her," Edward growled.
"Of course, how rude of me!" I thought I should ask your permission first, Edward. "Bella, I'm fascinated that you are the one exception to Edward's impressive talent—so very interesting that such a thing should occur! And I was wondering, since our talents are similar in many ways, if you could be so kind as to allow me to try—to see if you are an exception for me, as well?" He waited eagerly for her answer.
Bella lost the battle of keeping a neutral expression; her eyes went straight to Edward's face in fear. It was an endearing gesture to Aro. Would she always seek his approval first? It didn't matter. Even if they refused he would learn the answer to his burning question. A simple accidental brush of hands would work. Edward might be furious, but Aro wanted to know.
If she could thwart his power, what would he do?
Edward nodded at Bella and she stepped forward, raising her hand in front of her. Aro grinned. He wanted to reassure her it wouldn't hurt, that he only wanted to touch her hand, but he could almost hear the maniacal laughter in his mind. If she was something more than a normal human, like Edward's memories promised, then she would be his undoing, and Aro could exploit that.
Her hand trembled as he reached for her. Their skin met and it took Aro a second to process what happened. She was warm, he could feel blood circulating through her veins, and he was sure he heard something but it was only wishful thinking. He couldn't see the book that usually spread before him. His jaw clenched, and he closed his eyes, trying to imagine the thoughts on paper.
Nothing? How is this possible? She's brain dead!
He opened his eyes, frustrated with this turn of events, until he noticed Edward smirk over Bella's shoulder. She's not brain dead, just immune. How very irritating this must be for you.
"So very interesting," Aro mumbled as he released her, anger biting at the back of his skull. His power was stronger than Edward's, so how could she block him? There wasn't even a metaphysical wall there to break. When his power reached out it was met with . . . nothing. Air.
He stepped back from the girl. How could this help him? Why would he want someone who thoughts were impenetrable? Ah, of course, her talent was very helpful. An heir. No other special vampire could harm her through her mind, she was safe to all kinds of knowledge. What kind of talent would she have if he changed her?
"A first. I wonder if she is immune to our other talents. . . . Jane, dear?"
Edward snarled loudly, already anticipating what Aro would do. Let him whine—this was important business. Aro ordered Jane to use her power against Bella. Caius drifted from his seat to see the show. Was he curious, as well? Perhaps he thought Jane would break the girl.
Edward kept Bella behind him, his growls echoing in the large room, scaring Aro's company. Jane was too happy to show off her power in front of them, to hurt Bella, and Edward, especially. Her power was one Aro would never trade; it fed the destructive side of him and made sure he stayed in power. It was all an illusion yet it was vivid enough to make you believe it was real; whatever terrible things happened in the past, or situations that never happened. Whatever she wanted her victim to believe, it would happen. For many years she used her fear and anger towards her old village, putting her victim on the stake to be burned.
Aro tried her power many times. Each time was a little less terrible, but always exhilarating.
Bella screamed as Edward dropped to the floor, all that muscle making a meaty slap on the stone. Alice held her back easily and Aro's eyes danced between the crying human and Edward's still, silent body. Impressive. He endures in silence. He grinned at Caius, who seemed equally pleased yet for different reasons, before calling Jane back. He didn't mean for Edward to be hurt. He was an impulsive creature for sure.
"He's fine," Alice whispered stiffly. Edward jumped to his feet and immediately checked on his mate, who was just as scared for him, but relaxed when he found her unharmed.
Jane, on the other hand, was glaring daggers into the human girl and Aro knew she was forcing the worst of her power on her. It wasn't working. Aro couldn't help his laughter at this amazing discovery. She was something different, indeed.
Aro drew Jane closer, his hand perched on her slender shoulder to restrain her. "Do not be put out, dear one. She confounds us all." Bella certainly had so much potential it was a wonder Edward didn't change her immediately. What was he waiting for?
"You're very brave, Edward, to endure in silence. I asked Jane to do that to me once—just out of curiosity." He sighed. "So what do we do with you now?"
Edward and Alice turned rigid at the question; poor Bella trembled in Edward's arms. Nothing is wrong, you can relax, Edward, Aro thought calmly. I asked myself a simple question.
And a good question it was. He had no idea what he would do with the Cullen siblings and human. Well, he had an idea for them, but he was certain they wouldn't agree. Unfortunately he wasn't able to think as quickly on his feet anymore; he wanted to find a way to trap Edward into accepting his proposal to join the guard. Bella was a good bargaining chip to begin with, but now he wasn't sure. She was much more valuable. He wanted her for himself instead of using her to lure in Edward; she had enough untapped, raw power to lead the Volturi one day. Her immunity was especially helpful. Would it stay after her turning?
Aro tried one last time to bring Edward over, knowing it was all in vain. "I don't suppose there's any chance that you've changed your mind? Your talent would be an excellent addition to our little company." Aro waved his hand around the room to include everyone. They were as much a family as the Cullen household.
Edward tightened his arms around Bella once again, his eyes flickering between the three ancient vampires. "I'd . . . rather . . . not," he said quietly. It seemed painful for him to speak. Did Jane do damage, or was he regretful to pass up the opportunity?
Rage grated at the back of Aro's skull, the smile forcibly plastered on his face. Twice I have extended this invitation, Edward, and twice you have rejected me. Do you realize what you're doing? You know I am not a courteous man like your father. You are lucky I choose not to kill you.
If Edward would rather waste his time with his human, he was sorely mistaken.
Aro turned his attention to Alice. He fought to pull the hard edge from his voice and make his smile more natural. He wouldn't show his irritation. "Alice? Would you perhaps be interested in joining with us?"
"No, thank you," Alice answered immediately. No hesitation, no remorse. The loyalty of Carlisle's subjects was astounding.
Finally Aro turned to Bella, who was still huddled into Edward's side. He turned the full power of his eyes on her. If he couldn't use his talent, he would use old fashioned vampire ways. No one was immune to those powers. "And you, Bella?"
Bella's eyes turned as wide as dinner plates. She didn't think he would ask her? She wasn't just a human to him anymore—she was important. She was a queen in the making. Sulpicia and Athenadora wouldn't mind taking her under their wings for proper conditioning. He would give her whatever she wanted, even if she remembered the Cullen's and wanted to try their lifestyle after she turned. If she wanted to see them, he would invite them for visits. He would encourage her in all things.
Before Bella could reply Caius made his disgust known—right on time.
"What?" he bellowed. Aro could imagine, if they didn't have company, he would throw a hissy-fit and stomp his feet like a child.
"Caius, surely you see the potential." Aro sighed. "I haven't seen a prospective talent so promising since we found Jane and Alec. Can you imagine the possibilities when she is one of us?"
Caius glowered at the wall and Jane huffed. Her feelings could be hurt for a moment; it did her personality well. Edward, on the other hand, did not need to make another show. Aro was getting tired of his hissing and growling. He was being generous and all Edward could do was argue? It was grinding on his nerves, and he was on the last one.
"No, thank you," Bella squeaked.
She's adorable when she's frightened, Aro thought wistfully. She was like the deer he used to hunt with Carlisle, wide-eyed and innocent, terrified by the beasts in the woods. Her fear was something she needed to work on, but a few nights of killing and it would go away.
Aro stood still as a statue as he processed her words. She declined, still clinging to her mate. What kind of girl was she? Did she realize what she was passing up? His fists clenched by his side, hidden by the long sleeves of his cloak, but he could feel his expression slipping. He imagined himself reaching out to strangle her, reveling in the way her face would turn blue, her eyes roll in her head.
"Join or die, is that it?" Edward snapped, almost making Aro jump. "I suspected as much when we were brought to this room. So much for your laws."
Aro realized a second too late that Edward caught his wandering mind—and he finally understood the reason for their tension. The room of death and destruction. Edward knew he wasn't going to make it out alive. Oh you silly boy! What kind of monster do you think I am?
"Of course not. We were already convened here, Edward," Aro replied, "awaiting Heidi's return. Not for you."
"Aro." Caius spoke up from behind them, his voice a low hiss. "The law claims them."
"How so?" Edward asked.
When Caius jabbed his finger at Bella, Aro wanted to slap his hand out of the air. Was he not taught better? From that single action Bella nearly jumped ten feet in the air. "She knows too much. You have exposed our secrets."
Edward subtly mentioned Gianna and Aro grinned with pride. Well played, Edward. Show that stuffy old man how brilliant you are. He didn't care if Edward refused to join today, the boy was too smart. He would come to his senses eventually. They had all eternity.
Caius grinned evilly at the boy. "Yes, but when they are no longer useful to us, they will serve to sustain us. That is not your plan for this one. If she betrays our secrets, are you prepared to destroy her? I think not!"
"I wouldn't—" Bella squeaked, but Caius rudely interrupted.
"Nor do you intend to make her one of us. Therefore, she is a vulnerability. Though it is true, for this, only her life is forfeit. You may leave if you wish."
Edward growled at Caius—a very risky move. His bodyguards moved closer, ready for an attack.
"That's what I thought," Caius finished smugly.
Aro pursed his lips, resisting the urge to grind his teeth. This was going much worse than he planned. If only Caius would learn to keep his mouth shut, yet he had as much say in their negotiations like Marcus. Perhaps if Marcus led this meeting it wouldn't be as tense. Aro glanced over his shoulder to the slumped ancient to find he wasn't even paying attention. He was watching Edward and Bella closely, his milky eyes following the threads he saw binding them. It made him look like he was watching dust particles floating in the air.
He heard movement beyond the hallway, the chime of the elevator ringing in the air. The humans had arrived and time was running short. Either Edward was joining or—as painful as the thought was—leaving, and the decision had to be made immediately.
"Unless," Aro said, not trying to undermine Caius's authority, but he was the figurehead. "Unless you do intend to give her immortality?"
Edward's eyes turned curious. "And if I do?"
You make all my dreams come true. "Why, then you would be free to go home and give my regards to my friend Carlisle. But I'm afraid you would have to mean it." Aro held up his hand. Only to check your honesty, I assure you.
Edward looked down to Bella with temptation in his eyes. Aro knew what he was thinking. All the amazing things they could do when she wasn't human. The lifetimes they would share. Aro couldn't sympathize—he had it all with Sulpicia from the beginning of their relationship—but he could imagine.
"Mean it," Bella whispered weakly. "Please."
Will you deny your mate the most important thing she wants, Edward? Aro goaded. Take my hand and promise me.
Alice came forward, one of her delicate hands held out in front of her. Aro raised his eyebrows with interest, shooing his guards away. He wanted to know what little Alice wanted. She was very quiet, which he knew was odd, thanks to Edward's memories. Aro grasped her hand and was immediately assaulted with thousands of images passing over his eyes, smearing with the current scene. It gave him a headache and he closed his eyes to separate all the pictures.
He wasn't staring into the usual book, but instead was walking through a hall of memories. Pinned on the walls were moving pictures framed by elegant wood of different colors, showing all the times she spent with her family and her lover; Aro remembered him, Jasper, as the one who attacked Bella that led to all this.
He was stopped by a wall in the middle of his walk. She was very good, this Alice. Aro could physically touch the metaphysical wall, surprised it was so strong. Not a single crack he could exploit.
What's behind this wall? He wondered if there was any way to get passed it. He was good at breaking defenses, but nothing like this.
I don't know, Alice replied. Aro turned to find her standing there, studying a picture of the past. It's been there for as long as I can remember. As you can see, I don't have much.
Perhaps his faith had been misplaced in Bella—perhaps he should have looked closer at Alice. Never in his existence of reading minds had he come across anyone who projected like this, someone who could communicate who didn't have a similar power.
True, they are not much, but they are astounding nonetheless. You brought me here for a reason, did you not? What do you have to show me?
A grin lit Alice's face in a mischievous way. Something you'll really love.
He followed her back down the hallway, watching pictures as he passed. He saw many things, some of which he knew had yet to happen. The actions that already took place must have been farther in her mind, or perhaps they were mixed. He saw the very situation that was taking place, watching inside Alice's mind, and studied himself in the picture as he watched a thousand men rock back and forth like he was doing. He laughed.
Alice took his hand gently and coaxed him away from the picture, to something much more worth his time. He stopped for a second at a scene with a diner and her lover. It was from her eyes as she sat, watching him with the tortured expression that never really left his face. He got to watch them fall in love with a single sentence before she led him out of the restaurant.
They passed a whole wall of mountainous views, ships—all kinds of transportation and landscape as they traveled to find the Cullen household—before Alice stopped at a gold framed picture.
He touched the frame carefully, the texture smooth under his fingers. What does the gold mean?
It will happen.
He leaned forward to study the people inside the frame, grinning and laughing as they ran through a forest. It was Edward and Bella, yet she looked nothing like she did in the present. Aro's eyes widened. She had the golden eyes! He laughed with joy, stepping back.
He came back to the present still laughing. "That was fascinating!"
Alice had the same grin she wore in her mind. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"To see the things you've seen—especially the ones that haven't happened yet!" His temple throbbed with the amount of power it took to stay inside her mind, and tried shaking the feeling away.
"But that will."
"Yes, yes, it's quite determined. Certainly there's no problem."
Caius made his disapproval known. Aro grinned madly at him. He saw the proof, and he knew Caius didn't understand the "silly mind games," but all he needed was Alice's reassurance.
"Dear Caius, do not fret. Think of the possibilities! They do not join us today, but we can always hope for the future. Imagine the joy young Alice alone would bring to our little household. . . . Besides, I'm so terribly curious to see how Bella turns out!"
"Then are we free to go now?" Edward asked immediately.
Aro didn't realize how much time he wasted inside Alice's mind; he listened to Gianna inform Heidi of their meeting, but she could interrupt at any time. "Yes, yes. But please visit again. It's been absolutely enthralling!"
"And we will visit you as well," Caius hissed, insistent as ever. "To be sure that you follow through on your side. Were I you, I would not delay too long. We do not offer second chances."
He's right, Edward, Aro thought, unhappy to agree with Caius on anything. Of course, take your time to make your final decision, it's life changing, you know, but I believe Bella has already made it for you.
Edward nodded, and picked up on the movement outside the hall. He could smell the blood of humans—as could Felix. He groaned with hunger and impatience, causing the mood of the room to switch.
Just when things were settled, Aro sighed. "Heidi will be here at any moment. Patience."
"In that case, perhaps we'd better leave sooner rather than later."
I'm so upset you can't stay and visit longer. I would like to talk to you about so many things, Edward, but I understand today has been very trying for you. "Yes, that's a good idea. Accidents do happen. Please wait below until after dark, though, if you don't mind."
"Of course," Edward said, polite as ever now that the tension was elsewhere.
"And here." Aro crooked a finger at Felix, who immediately stepped forward. He worked the cloak off his broad shoulders and passed it to Edward. I planned to have one fitted for you, but this will have to do. I hope you don't mind. Perhaps next time you come by we will have it waiting.
Edward threw it over his shoulders, tying it around his neck. It was too long, and although Edward had wonderful shoulders, they weren't quite big enough. Yet the contrast of the dark gray against his pale skin and bronze hair was so startling attractive, Aro couldn't help but sigh. A fine addition, indeed.
"It suits you."
Edward caught Aro's wistfulness and chuckled. "Thank you, Aro. We'll wait below."
"Goodbye, young friends!" The smell of the other humans drifted in through the door as Demetri led them out. The group of humans filed into the room, the energy buzzing between the vampires, as Aro theatrically raised his arms. "Welcome, guests! Welcome to Volterra!"
His eyes remained trained on the back of Edward's head at the end of the hall, wishing once he pushed Bella through, he would close the door and turn around to join them. Despite what Sulpicia would think, hearing he let them all leave, he wasn't letting Edward go. Aro watched Alice duck through the door without looking back, but Edward paused in the doorway, looking back at them.
You are always welcome here, Edward. Don't forget us.
Edward nodded as he mouthed his thanks and the gray cloak disappeared behind the wooden door.
