Even the Fallen May Rise
Chapter 4: Painted Memories
Chapter Summary:Charity looked back and forth between Carlisle and Dru, hopelessly lost."Dru, what's the Volturi? Who's Aro?"Charity wanted to know who the person was that could affect her lover in such a way.
Charity noticed Dru's discomfort beginning to subside as they were introduced to the rest of the Cullens.
It picked up briefly again when Dru noticed Charity ogling Rosalie.
The beautiful blonde vampiress, Charity finally decided, had nothing on Drusilla.
Dru's short, spiked black hair and thin wiry frame was well muscled and powerful.
Her body was defined perfectly and she was lean yet still strong.
Dru didn't have Rosalie's curvaceous form or large beautiful breasts but she had a kind of silent power that made Charity want to tremble every time she was near her.
Dru was also older than Rosalie, physically in her early to mid twenties, Dru had never specified her exact age.
Charity found the maturity more appealing.
Charity still didn't know what Dru found attractive about her.
She'd never considered herself particularly beautiful.
She was young, only fifteen, at most she was physically twelve years younger than Dru, at least six years younger.
She knew that Dru had a thing for younger women, she'd been with Charity for three years now.
So far Dru had made no mention of turning Charity, nor did she seem displeased at Charity's aging.
But Charity feared that one day she would be too old and Dru would discard her.
"We have a guest room upstairs," Carlisle told them cutting into Charity's thoughts. "You two will be sharing a room?"
"Yes," Dru answered possessively, placing a cold hand on Charity's shoulder.
She shivered.
"I'll show you to it then," He smiled.
Charity did not miss the look that crossed his face as he glanced between them.
Curiosity played behind his eyes before he brushed it aside.
On the way to the room they passed a large painting.
Glancing at it Charity recognized the three main figures as Vampires almost immediately.
Dru's soft snarl brought her back to the present.
It was then that she noticed the fourth vampire in the painting standing slightly to the right and behind the three.
Charity recognized this one.
"Is that you Carlisle?"
"A long time ago," he told her sheepishly.
Dru's snarl grew in volume.
"How do you know the Volturi Cullen?" She spat.
"I stayed with them for a while, they tried to... cure me, of my feeding habits."
"You are friends with them?"
"I would consider myself so, Aro and I have had many disagreements in the past but we respect each other."
"You know Aro," she murmured, looking at the central figure in the painting.
She closed her eyes as if remembering an obvious look of pain and longing written on her face.
"It's been decades since we've last seen each other..."
Charity looked back and forth between Carlisle and Dru, hopelessly lost.
"Dru, what's the Volturi? Who's Aro?"
Charity wanted to know who the person was that could affect her lover in such a way.
"You need not be concerned about such things," Dru snapped and Charity fell silent.
"Is this the room," she asked Carlisle pointing to the door.
He nodded and Dru turned her dark eyes onto Charity.
"Go. Sleep," she ordered.
"That's not fair," Charity muttered under her breath.
Dru shot her an enraged look.
"Now!"
"Stupid vampires and their stupid super hearing."
"Stupid human children," Dru retaliated and Charity slammed the door, diving onto the bed and screaming into the pillow.
"Stupid. Stupid Dru."
