The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 16 - Kingdom
Main Character: Aro, The Cullens
Rating: M
Word Count: 500
A/N: This is kind of a Twilight AU. Rofl.
"You must understand the need for rules," Aro said calmly to the vampire on her knees. "The world-"
"What do yo know of the world?" the woman snarled, straining against Demetri and Felix's hold. "You sit here and rule your kingdom from your throne. How many centuries has it been since you've hunted for your own meal? You may be powerful, but you're pathetic."
Aro narrowed his eyes. "Finish it," he said to Felix. Then, "Wait."
He stood and walked to the woman who glared fiercely back at him. Gesturing to his guards to let her go, he stripped her of her trenchcoat and stepped back. "As you were," he said, and turned away, not bothering to watch as Felix and Demetri did their duty.
~0~
At first, Aro tried to tell himself his trip was long overdue. Everyone needed alone time every now and again, even a vampire. He hadn't been without his wife, Marcus, Caius or the guard in a millenia. The insufferable woman had absolutely not gotten under his rock hard skin.
He chose America on a whim. It seemed like just yesterday he had given Carlisle the money necessary to settle in the colonies. He'd heard the man and his rather extended family was currently residing in the Pacific Northwest. It was as good a place as any, he supposed. After all, it had been at least decades since he'd had to worry about paying attention to the weather.
He had not been alone a day before he ran into trouble.
Given the accessibility of the forests, he'd chosen to take to the trees after he left the airport. At first, he couldn't think why he hadn't done this sooner. How long had it been since he'd run like this? The trenchcoat he'd taken from the woman whipped out behind him as he ran and ran and…
Ran downwind of a rather heavily populated trail.
Humans, especially humans clambering about the rocks and trees, were a clumsy bunch. So many of them had stumbled, scraped their knees and arms. There was a troop of boy scouts out and about, rough-housing.
Well. Instinct and hunger took over. Aro smelled all the blood, and rational thought disappeared. He was everywhere, savoring each individual flavor, oblivious to the screams.
So much blood.
He became aware of a predatory presence and whirled, ready to fight, to defend his meal, but there was more than one blur launched at him, and he found himself restrained.
And inundated with thoughts.
We should have stayed out of this. The Volturi will think we were involved.
Damn. Mess much? It almost looks like fun.
And a third mind. A fierce, protective mind inundated by images of a human girl he wanted the likes of Aro far, far away from.
"Aro?"
Finally getting hold of his bloodlust, covered in carnage, Aro found himself looking up into the eyes of none other than Carlisle Cullen.
Looking at Carlisle and his gathered family, Aro could only giggle.
A/N: … that kind of intrigues me. Huh. Anyway. Thanks to Songster and Barburella!
