Sorry about the lack of updates lately. Advent is a pain in the ass and it gives me serious writers block. I churned this out as soon as I could. Sorry.
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-Nova aka the girl who has such bad writers block that she almost gave up this story. Almost.
Chapter 12: Delicious
"You have everything?"
I scanned the room. The closets were empty, my bookshelf cleared.
"Yes."
It had been two weeks since I had first woken up on that white bed. Marcus and I were clearing out my old room. I was moving in with him.
"Then let's go," He moved the bag to his other hand and grabbed mine, and we walked out of the room. We went down a couple flights of stairs dimly lit by candles. We went through the dark grid of the underground palace until we reached a door.
"Um, my room."
The room was massive, with a high ceiling that stretched higher than any room I had been in so far. The wooden floor had a huge rug in front of a fireplace that was in the center of a very large bookshelf. Chairs sat in front of the fire. The room's walls were stone, and the west wall had a massive four-post bed with golden-brown bedding.
I gulped.
Walking inside, I stopped at the massive bookshelf and ran my fingertips against the spines. There were thousands of books, from every language possible. It was incredible.
"How many languages do you know?" I asked in wonder.
He counted in his head, "About thirty-seven."
"Thirty seven?"
"Yeah," He laughed, "I've had a lot of time on my hands. I don't sleep remember? Plus, I've been single for nearly three thousand years. I really don't have much to do except for the occasional patrol when things get out of hand."
"Hmm," I stared at the books. Some looked thousands of years old.
"You want to unpack?"
"Huh? Oh yeah." I got up and walked with him in to the massive closet. I started unpacking clothes.
"I don't see how you wear these things," He cringed at an old t-shirt, "It's highly repulsive."
"Alright, fashionista," I giggled, "You can buy me new clothes if you don't like it. Besides, everything gets covered up with this cloak." I pointed to the black silk on my back.
He smirked, "I really do love that on you."
Right after the ball, Aro came to me and gave me two robes. One had sleeves and one didn't. The one with sleeves was for use around the castle. The one without was when we left and battled other vampires. I had not used that one yet.
A lot of the vampires were slightly jealous of my new status in the Volturi. Since Marcus and I were a couple, I was considered a wife. We were not married though; I felt very uneasy when he brought up the idea.
You were going to marry him the voice sounded in my head. I shook away the thought.
He let me walk around while he finished unpacking me, so I spent the time looking around the room and memorizing everything. The golden curtains, the marble fireplace, when I came across a black case. I picked it up.
"What's this?" I flipped it around in my hands.
"It's my saxophone," He stood right behind me.
I stared at it for a long time, "Can you play it for me?"
"Sure," He grabbed the case and instructed me to sit on the bed. I complied. He stood in front of me and put the pieces together slowly and carefully. I knew by now that I could not touch it, for if I did it would snap under my hands. Stupid newborn strength, I thought to myself. He looked into my eyes as he put the mouthpiece into his mouth, and he began to play.
I was immediately overcome by the beautiful sounds escaping from the instrument. It was so beautiful, so amazing, that I could hardly bear it. His eyes were closed now, escaping from our world and entering his own. I watched in awe as he played, and suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Hey," he murmured on my mouth as we kissed, "That's not fair."
"Whatever," I whispered back as I attacked him again. He laughed and pulled me closer. I broke away and stared at him. So beautiful.
HE was beautiful, the voice spoke again. I shut it out.
"We have a couple hours until we need to be there," he said, "What do you want to do until then?"
I thought for a moment, "I want to hear you play."
"Your wish is my command, my lady." He set me down on the bed. I closed my eyes and fell back on it as he began to play. The music ran in and out of me, weaving patterns, squeezing me, then letting go. The music was a melancholy tune, and for a moment I was worried, but then the thought ran away from me as it molded in to something different.
"What's this?" I asked him, my eyes still closed.
"It's your song," he paused for a moment and continued.
"My song?" I sat up and looked at him. He was playing softly, the notes flowing sweetly and strikingly. I wanted to reach up and touch him, to see if he was really there, really playing for me, and know that he was mine. When the song ended, my eyes felt dry, and I realized that I was crying.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He set the saxophone in the case and picked me up bridal style, "I love you," he said, and kissed me softly.
We walked hand in hand to the feeding room, and this time, I was ready. The past two weeks I had been scared to come even close to this room. I was afraid to kill. I drank about a fourth of the supply of bottled animal blood before Aro told me I needed to try. I waited for five days so that way I was thirsty enough to gain the courage to do this. I was ready. I knew it.
We walked in to a small room that had a one-sided window overlooking the room. He sat me down and stood next to me. Heidi and Gianna had just arrived, the "catch" following behind them. They excused themselves, and left the room.
Corin and Felix walked in next, grabbing one woman each, and left the room with them.
"Where are they going?" I asked.
"To their rooms," he said. I stared at him in curiosity. "For some of us, the seduction is part of the meal. It makes it all more enjoyable."
My eyes widened, "Do you—"
"No," he cut me off, "Not since you arrived, at least."
We watched the people for a moment longer before he spoke.
"Okay, follow my lead. When you get inside, hold your breath. Aro will give the signal. Take a breath, and follow your instincts. Ready?"
I sighed, "Ready." I held my breath, and we headed into the room.
Everyone walked in as the doors closed. Holding my breath was not hard, but it was uncomfortable. I wanted to smell.
Aro burst through the doors opposite of us. He looked over the humans and said "Welcome, guests! Welcome to Volterra!"
Everything happened at once.
Everyone sprang after someone, tackling them to the floor and biting their necks. There was screaming and moaning, the gurgling of blood matched within it. I quickly took a breath, and the whole scene changed.
I was the predator, they were my prey.
I attacked the first person I could find, the smell overwhelming me. I bit into him, and his blood filled my mouth. The frenzy began. I sucked the life out of him, the sweet liquid overcoming all of my senses. I attacked three more of the humans in that room, sucking them all dry. And just as everything began at once, it ceased at once. Everyone was finished.
Marcus grabbed my hand, "How was that?"
I flashed a bloody grin, "Delicious."
