Disclaimer: All recognisable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

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Sorry for not updating this story in so long.
Writing in Caius' pov was harder than I thought but I think I know how to do this now.
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Chapter 4

The last rays of the sun shone through the large windows of the Volturi castle dipping the rooms into shades of red and orange. Caius was walking up and down in front of the large fireplace in his office. He had been doing this for hours now.

Never before had he felt so restless. Inside him blustered a thunderstorm of emotions. Few of them familiar.

Rage. Hate.

Others he had never felt before. He hadn't even known that he was capable of feeling them.

It was late afternoon the day after he had met... the girl.

He refused to refer to her in any other way. She was just a little human. Nothing more.

Yet he still couldn't stop thinking about her. How she had fascinated him from the moment he had seen her. Never before had he felt the urge to speak to someone so badly.

And when he had she had intrigued him even more. She was so much unlike all other girls he had seduced so far. With her high cheekbones and her short hair, something he considered highly unflattering on women.

'But it suits her'.

Stop! What was he thinking. He didn't care what she looked like or if it suited her. There was only one thing he wanted from her.

And this one thing he hadn't gotten.

Why had he given in so fast when she had told him no?

Something like that hadn't stopped him before. Why this time? And how had she gotten him to just sit on those bloody stairs and talk about his life all night long?

What kind of spell had this mortal cast over him to make him talk about his feelings? By now she probably knew more about what was going on inside him than anyone else.

He groaned in frustration and leaned his elbow against the mantel, propping his head into his hand.

This was a nightmare!

'But didn't you enjoy it? It was nice to talk to someone, wasn't it?'

"No, it wasn't!", he hissed sharply at the voice of his consciousness, too stubborn to admit the truth.

He heard the door open behind him and turned around, ready to yell at the guard who dared to disturb him.

However, it was Marcus.

"Talking to yourself are you brother?" he asked and crossed his arms in front of his chest, a sad little smile playing on his lips.

Ever since Marcus' mate Dydime had been killed he had been but a shadow of his former self.

His face almost always displayed a mixture of utter sadness and indifference, like he was only counting the days until someone would finally kill him too so he could be reunited with the love of his life.

But of course Aro would never let that happen.

"And what if?", Caius snapped. Although he had a great deal of respect for his brother he also regarded him as the living evidence of what love made out of you.

It made you weak, vulnerable and it destroyed you in one way or the other. Caius had sworn to himself long ago that this would never happen to him. Only the weak loved and he was not weak.

Marcus raised his eyebrows. "You seem extremely tense given the fact that you have made one of your infamous visits to the human world last night."

Caius snorted angrily. He couldn't listen to his brothers badly hidden accusations of hurting Athena anymore.

It was none of their goddamned business!

He glared at Marcus. "Since when is it a crime to be annoyed? And stop trying to make me feel guilty for cheating on Athena. It's none of your bloody business what I'm doing or who I am hurting."

"But Athena loves you, Caius..." Marcus started carefully but was cut off by his brother.

"No she doesn't! She loves the power being my wife gives her! Do you all think I am an idiot?"

Marcus opened his mouth but Caius continued "And to calm your consciousness; nothing happened last night. You hear me? Nothing whatsoever."

That put Marcus to silence for a moment.

"Who is she?" he finally asked.

"What?"

"Who is she? She must be some girl indeed if she manages to keep you out and about all night but not letting you sleep with her."

"She is nothing!" Caius spat "Do you really think just because I let her have her will she is something special?"

A growl rose in his chest as he glared at his brother who had now taken a seat at the fireplace.

"She is just a stupid little mortal." he went on in his anger "And the only reason why she is here... the only reason why she exists is for my... our nutrition. I can..."

"You don't have to feel humiliated by this brother." Marcus interrupted Caius' endless rant.

Although he had meant this in a soothing way it did the complete opposite. Caius exploded.

"Humiliated?!" he roared his fist colliding with the nearest wall with an ear shuttering sound, leaving a large hole and several deep cracks in the stones around it.

If looks could kill Marcus would have burnt right there in his chair. Slowly Caius walked his brother still bristling with anger. It was like observing a panther approaching his prey.

"There is no human in this world, not a single one, who would ever humiliate me and live on to tell about it, Marcus." he hissed.

"And certainly not that girl. How dare you to put me on the same level as this worthless little mortal?"

Marcus got up very carefully not to give the blond vampire in front of him any more reason to tear his head off. He knew exactly that if it wasn't for him being his brother and fellow leader of the Volturi Caius would had torn him into shreds by now.

He quickly took him in as he was standing in front of him, every muscle in his lean body tense and ready to pounce at him, his red eyes blazing with rage and his upper lip pulled back to bare his teeth as he snarled lowly in his chest.

In this very moment Caius truly looked like the predator he was.

A sudden pang of pity and self-blame hit Marcus. He knew his brother. Had known him for centuries.

He knew that after they had finished this conversation Caius would go back to the city, find the girl and let out his anger. She would be dead before midnight.

If it hadn't been for him and his thoughtless confrontation he might would have forgotten about her and her life would have been spared.

How could he have been so foolish.

He should have thought this all through. Yes, he had noticed the faint bond Caius carried home last night. A beautiful bond. Based on honesty and care. Yet it had been faint and fragile.

What had surprised him most was the fact that his brother had already started to feel the connection. And although he didn't seem to know where his sudden feelings had come from, they had confused him greatly.

Marcus had made it his task to find out what had happened in the past night. Secretly he had been hoping that after all this time Caius had finally found someone he couldn't hide his emotions from.

Someone who saw behind his mask of hatred and anger and actually cared for him. Cared for the person he truly was.

It would have done him good.

But now he had ruined it. Had ruined everything. He felt like such an idiot.

"Caius," he said softly, "I wanted bynomeans indicate that you have been humiliated by this girl."

"Don't treat me like a boy Marcus. I know exactly what you are up to. But it is forlorn hope. And you are very well aware of that."

He turned away from him and towards the door. The sun had finally set.

"You are angry at me Caius. Don't let it out on the poor girl. It is not her fault." Marcus called after him.

"Oh but it is. This is all her fault. And I will put an end to this mess."

A cruel little smile played around his lips as he closed the door behind him with a loud bang.

Marcus sighed tiredly. "Oh what have I done?"