Carlisle was kept pinned to the wall, coming in and out of consciousness. When he was not in control he fought his restraints, and when he came back they were always a little tighter. Time passed, the gate slid open. The agent made his way inside and the vampire instinctively stood still, again becoming indistinguishable from the environment.
Carlisle managed to speak a rushed warning, but quickly shut his mouth and pushed himself further against the wall when the agent carelessly unscrewed the seal of the blood bag he was holding. It only lasted a moment and the room was a little too dark to tell, but the agent could swear he saw fear in the black stare.
He had been mindful to keep enough distance and with increasing interest he watched the vampire lose the battle against instinct. A pair of glistening fangs, a growl coming from the deepest parts of the vampire's chest, a buzzing sound getting louder as he fought the magnetic restraints.
It was done. Carlisle had lost.
His skin got paler, if possible, his teeth were showing and he kept swallowing down the venom that was dripping from his fangs. Thin, dark, jagged lines slowly appeared, starting from a spot on his neck and spread out in intricate patterns.
The agent forced himself to breathe regularly and took a step closer, still out of reach. He strategically held onto the plastic bag, keeping his fingers tight beneath the opening and allowing a little blood above them. He flicked his wrist with more strength than necessary, compromising his aim, and the small amount of blood that had freedom of movement slipped out of the bag and flew towards the feral vampire. Drops landed on Carlisle's face, neck and chest and the agent watched mesmerized as the vampire licked the blood clean where he could reach.
Fists spasming, lifting as far from the central band as the vampire's strength allowed, the magnetic field becoming painfully loud.
The agent watched as a drop on his neck slipped lower and lower. The vampire leaned towards him in desperation, biting the air, crying out, pulling away violently. The droplet reached the hem of his shirt, stained the white fabric. The vampire stilled.
As if being released from a spell, as if coming to a logical conclusion, Carlisle returned his eyes to the agent.
A low vibrating sound. Just a small threat.
More like a warning.
The man stepped back and as he would do with a dog, clicked his tongue twice. The vampire fell silent, seeming to understand.
If anyone asked him though, the agent would swear the being in front of him in that moment did not have a coherent thought process.
With shaking hands and tastelessly high on his unrightful victory, he repeated the action, aiming better this time. Once again, the vampire licked himself clean and looked at the agent for more.
"Can you speak?" the agent asked.
Carlisle looked at him, unblinking and terrifying.
Squinting, the agent thought for a second the black eyes had changed colour. He didn't dare go closer and he didn't dare allow more light in the box.
"When you can, speak," he gave the vampire the order.
The vampire tilted his head to the side, showed his teeth in distaste. "More."
A knot had risen in the agent's throat that he stubbornly swallowed down. "If I release your hands, are you going to attack me?"
Carlisle didn't answer.
"You can drink by yourself, but I must watch what you are doing." He counted his heart beats up to 12 and spoke again. "If I release your hands, are you going to attack me?"
Carlisle blinked, pulled himself together as much as he could. "I'll try."
The agent, satisfied enough, pressed a few buttons on the remote he was carrying and accompanied by a deafening silence, Carlisle's hands were released.
He lowered them to his sides and kept them there, as they twitched and flinched and made erratic movements towards the agent. The plastic bag was stretched in front of him and Carlisle reached a vibrating hand to it. He had it in his hand, he meant to bring it back to himself when the agent squeezed and jumped back with a grin.
Dark red, precious blood overflooded and spilled all over Carlisle's hand, quickly dripping to the floor.
The vampire groaned distraught and before the agent could even see it, he had the bag to his mouth. Fixed on his meal, Carlisle lapped up the sweet, sweet poison from the back of his hand, he swept his tongue over his palm, he licked the space between his fingers and then very quickly the seal was between his lips and then the bag was falling to the floor, empty within seconds.
The agent watched, his grin had faded and was replaced with the strange feeling that he did something bad. The vampire's eyes were back on him, a swift tongue was cleaning a set of teeth. The agent felt his stomach turn.
Carlisle slowly, slowly came back to himself. Completely back, colour and reason and wits and guilt. He lowered his crimson gaze to the floor, looking at where the wine would stain.
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And then Aro called Kleo.
Kleo brought him into their realm.
"Aro, you remembered." Kleo said as Aro looked around at the vast space. There seemed to be absolutely nothing there.
"I do not forget a promise. Are my powers to your liking?" he asked.
"You have grown excellently, Aro."
"I called you now, because I believe I am capable of repaying my debt to you. If I may hear it," Aro said.
"No debt, witch. What I want from you is to work for me."
Aro blinked several times. "I don't know you," he said. His presence in this realm had suddenly become extremely dangerous. Was he protected enough?
"My name is Kleo."
"This name does not exist among the mortal knowledge."
"Oh child, the mortals have no reason to know of one like me."
Aro chose his words carefully, fearing he would fall into a trap. "What is it that you do?"
"I am not a god nor a goddess in the way you would know. I am both, and neither. I do not work with mortals. And I do not work for mortals," the entity said.
Aro felt he was stepping on very unstable ground, he felt that he was actively borrowing time and that the one lending it to him was sort on patience. "What service may I have to offer then?"
"You have potential."
Aro paused. Kleo certainly did not appear to want to share a lot.
"So much that it inspired your interest?"
"This is what I do. Think of me as a teacher, of sorts."
"Teacher of-"
"Consider this, Aro, and when you are ready we shall speak again."
Aro was forced out of the energy realms, having gained next to no answers.
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The Volturi had grown as a coven. The three leaders had long figured that mated vampires were more loyal, so whenever a guard, still all of them equally untrustworthy, found their soulmate, the new vampire was brought into the guard as well.
Foolish and naive is how Aro would now describe their decision.
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Two pairs of the newly mated, four vampires in total, were enough to shake the structure and security of the Volturi. They had decided that their situation was stable enough, that their lives were safe, that it would be acceptable to make their own family. They stealthily stole children from their homes, brought them in the palace and bit them with the intent to turn them.
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Sulpicia had gone for a short walk around the torch lit roads of the town.
"Dear husband, I revel in the luxury of others bringing my food to me, but I miss the taste of willing blood too much," she said.
"I understand. I only bid you to be safe, lover, and that you return to me unharmed," Aro said. He did not offer to accompany her, for he was sure had she wanted his company she would have stated so.
And in any case, he had other endeavors to put his time into.
Such as mastering the art of casting spells without using his voice.
He was sitting uncomfortably on the rug in his chamber in a deep semi-conscious state, a small pot with a wild grass in front of him would serve as his target and take the potential hit. Back straight and tense, hands shaking from effort, his eyes never wavered, but absent from the physical world.
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Caius was assessing the new sword he had found in a desert a month ago.
During the entirety of his travel back to Volterra, he didn't dare use it, fearing it must carry some curse to be left so carelessly. If one had lost it, then they surely would have come looking before the striking black blade had been buried entirely. It must have been abandoned, and the possible reason behind such an act scared him. So he had refrained from even touching the stunning weapon until he had brought it before Aro for inspection.
The witch had taken it in hands, found no embedded memories, not even the faintest of sentiments engraved inside it. He assumed it hadn't been used before. He checked it for any type of enchantment and found none.
So now, Caius was making up for lost time, and he was swinging left and right, feeling the weight of the sword, trying the blade against his skin. The cuts were incredible, he found, and he was quickly deciding that he would ask Aro to enhance it, so that it would be useful against vampires and shifters.
Athenadora made her way to him, slipped around his flowing movements and easily stole the weapon from his hand. She held it the way Caius had been doing, and pushed him back with a hand against his chest, a smile on her lips. She wanted him to fight her. Caius smiled back, lifting his hands in front of his face, taking a better stance to fight weaponless against someone with a sword.
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Marcus had taken Didyme away from the palace for a little while. All the guards and their cruel treatment of the mortals was not something she enjoyed being a part of. Aro and Caius had no objections as long as the pair were close enough to prevent danger.
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The turning took a few hours, there were no screams of pain, no tortured howls to alert anyone. But when the children awoke...
Their thirst was unquenchable, their speed unparalleled, their strength more than enough to go after the people in the town. Their "parents" could never hope to control them and the entire palace found out about their existence at the same moment; when the alarm of the town sounded three consecutive times followed by a single stroke.
Blood thieves!
Athenadora dropped the sword and after a shared glance, she and Caius rushed to the town centre. Marcus and Didyme were already there, but apart from the two other vampires, no one else was standing.
People lying on the ground, some already dead, others bleeding out, posts broken, shops in ruins, an eerie silence lingered, one only a town conquered by Death can carry.
The sound of a door breaking turned their attention to a house in the far east. The air did not smell of another vampire, but the pleads and screams of the remaining people along with the smell of spilling fresh blood was a strong suggestion. They rushed to the house, surrounded it and silently made the decision Caius would enter.
The great fighter had his fangs lowered, prepared for battle and froze when instead of a barbaric giant he was faced with a one meter high toddler.
Red eyes, a chin covered in blood, clothes painted scarlet. Caius grabbed it.
The three vampires looked at the little monster in horror. Who had dared do something like this to a child?
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Faintly, the sound of preparations could be heard. The people in the next town were rushing to come help their neighbours.
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In cases like this, the three brothers had decided that the best course of action would be for the guards to rush to the safety of the palace and each case would be dealt with separately.
The next immediate and direct order Aro had given was that he was not to be disturbed.
The door to his chamber was beaten open, he didn't notice. Someone made their way to him, he didn't notice. Someone pushed their small, sharp fangs in the flesh of his exposed forearm, he didn't notice. What finally, violently pulled him out of his trance was the irregular push and pull of venom into his bloodstream and he jumped, shoving the offender away. He blinked several times before he believed what he was seeing. A child with dark red eyes and his blood dripping from the side of their lips.
A guard came running to alert him that the alarm had echoed the pattern for vampires as soon as it was heard but found the door broken and Aro standing opposite of a small, brown haired toddler.
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By the time he made his way to the central room, all the guards were there, obediently awaiting his orders. He looked around, looking for Caius and Marcus, but found he was the only one there.
"Who is responsible for this?" he asked and pointed to the child the guard was holding. He wasn't sure what to do. Caius was the one with valuable ideas to such situations.
A pair of vampires stepped forward. Aro had meant to let them explain, he had meant to even allow it and excuse the mistake.
Athenadora pushed the main gate open, as the four vampires had made their way back from the town. Relief washed over Aro upon seeing his brothers, but soon faded when he realised Caius had another child in his hands, thrashing around, trying to find purchase with his teeth, soaked in blood. The scent caused the other child to struggle too and quickly the room was a cacophony of hisses and growls. Even the guards were growing unsettled by the intense scent.
"No survivors," Marcus said as another guard took the child from Caius.
"In the town?" Aro asked stupidly.
"Yes, Aro. In the entire town. Not a single mortal left. All of it done by this child. Who is responsible for this?" Caius addressed the entire guard.
"The neighbours must be coming already," Didyme said and Marcus held her hand.
Aro took a step back, pressed his hands to his eyes. People were dangerous, lethal even. "Sulpicia?"
The room fell silent.
"She is not with you?" Caius asked.
Aro's hands shook and he pressed them in front of his face, easing his own dread.
"Masters, it was us who did this. Please, our intention was not this at all. We only wanted to-"
Aro stopped them with one hand, suddenly composed and daring to be challenged.
"Caius, lead everyone away. Stay close for there is a chance I will need your help," he said and took hold of the fool's arm, pulling him forward. His soulmate followed him, and Aro was not surprised.
"Tell me of your plan brother, this is not a time to rush our actions," Caius said as he was already directing the guards to leave through a side door.
"Why it is simple Cai, I will make sure the people see the vampire die," he said in a flat voice, speaking the tongue Didyme had taught him. He looked back at Caius, found him wearing an approving expression and pushed the two guards forwards, quickly telling them of a plan.
Supposedly they were to act violent and feral, supposedly they were to act trapped by the witch's doing, supposedly they were to fall dead by his words, and supposedly he wouldn't let the people harm them.
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He heard Caius telling Athenadora and Marcus to stay in the palace with the three young ones, gave them the two other guards, while he and Didyme would lead the rest away.
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As people's voices were heard from the town walls, Aro had reached the central square, he had made two circles with debris, put the two guards inside and lit the wooden ruins on fire. He covered his arms in ashes, hiding the little bite marks well, rearranged his rings and started mumbling.
"What was free is now under my command
Will and desire bend to my demand
The power in my hands is such
With which I control what I touch
Hear me now and bid the fires to me
Two souls I shall gift to the one aiding me"
The fires flared and followed Aro's light movements as the witch gently guided the flames with his fingers. The guards had lost their voices and only stood limply, as Aro fiercely refused to let them out of his sight.
"Brothers!" he shouted when he was sure the people could hear him. "Help me, for I know not for how long I can keep them still."
The mortals had arrived and viciously, as only those who have met Death multiple times can do, jumped inside the flaming enclosures, blades made from bone in hand and quickly, the two guards were torn to shreds, defenseless and hopeless.
Aro exhaled, the fire was released from his hold. The enemy had been eliminated, the people thought. He stepped back, exhausted, drained and removed all jewelry from his left hand.
The people caught him before he fell, let him down softly while others fought to put out the fires. Didyme came running to them, calling her brother in despair. She leaned over him, as the people made way, and tipped a flask of water to his lips which he accepted with a mischievous wink.
There was something extraordinarily amusing in playing helpless in front of the mortals, they always cared so much.
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The town was inspected, there was no trace of another vampire. Their witches studied the drained and non-drained bodies, knowing that something was not right but unable to see that the bitemarks were a little too small, unknowing that a vampire would not leave a body with so much blood in them only to go for another victim, unless the immortal had just been created. Even if they counted the bodies, the chance of knowing that some children were missing was impossibly low.
The people said they would inspect the town further, possibly go to the palace in the far north. They offered to take the witch and his sister to their town, until they made sure things were safe, as a means to say thank you. Didyme easily dissuaded them, explaining how their home was outside the walls, which is why it took her so long to reach her brother, and then that she had feared greatly, but she was certain they would be safe once they exited the walls.
No one was immune to her charm and her flowing words, at least Aro had yet to meet the one, and soon, the two beyond suspicion vampires, made their way, slowly and with pretend effort, to the opposite way of the palace.
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Once out of sight, Aro stopped leaning over Didyme, and despite his exhaustion he purposely made his way to where he guessed Caius was.
"Brother, Sulpicia is fine. She was waiting for us in the clearing." Didyme barely managed to get the words out before Aro was running.
He swore, if for some reason something had happened to her because of the cursed children he would-
But no, how could he ever doubt his wife's abilities. She was right there, in front of them, waiting in the middle of nowhere and she was holding another child in her arms. Aro ran to her, gods, if there was a single mark on her skin caused by the little demon he would-
"Dear husband, look at this." She stopped his train of thought, and refused his touch of silver ash. "How could something like this escape your attention?"
Aro faltered. This was his fault?
Caius beckoned Didyme to him and led the guards further away, giving the pair a little privacy. This wasn't a good image, Caius knew. The guard is not supposed to see the leaders in such weak moments.
"Lovely wife, please tell me you are unharmed," Aro said. Of course this is my fault, he thought.
"How naive to think a child could harm me, Aro."
"Two pairs, they said they wanted... I was-" The words wouldn't come to him and hadn't she seen what he just did?
"And what is your responsibility then if not to know what is unfolding within the walls of your palace?" she accused and with a quick, merciless movement she snapped the child's neck. Aro stared at her in shock. If anyone was to blame for this, it was not the child.
Sulpicia eased her tone at her husband's distress. "Aro, your guards must turn to you when making such moves. They must ask your permission to turn others. They must listen to your orders and if you declare something forbidden, they must obey."
Aro looked at the unmoving child. "Do you think-"
"Yes. Everyone involved in this must be punished."
"And the children?" he asked again. He wasn't sure he had the heart to kill children. His wife looked at the toddler in silence.
Caius approached them, "She is right, Aro."
The witch crossed his arms in front of his chest as the little beast started stirring again. Gods, this discussion should be happening in a private room inside the palace, not in the middle of nowhere with a dozen of vampires within hearing distance and all of the stars as witnesses to the vile words spoken.
"You suggest we kill them?" he asked just to make absolutely sure.
"Yes." Caius and Sulpicia spoke together. Aro frowned.
Caius glanced at Sulpicia. He supposed that the couple knew everything about each other, and the solemn look Sulpicia gave him confirmed it.
He knew Aro would oppose the idea. He understood, only partly, that Aro was ill at ease with having to leave his family when he was turned.
"Aro, I bid you before your gods, do you believe this can be taught restraint?"
Aro looked at the guards, standing a fair distance away from them, Didyme was keeping them in light conversations, they all appeared calm. The truth was that two children had managed to ravage the entire town, within a few minutes. However, he thought, such behaviour was not unheard of even for grown mortals during the first few days after they turned.
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They waited under the smiling moon until the people left the town of Volterra, trusting Athenadora and Marcus would hide themselves well inside the walls of the palace.
Just before dawn, they made their way back to reassemble. The town would have to be rebuilt, new people would have to arrive before it was safe for more than a couple of vampires to live there again.
The guards were ordered to wait as a decision was made by the six vampires. The two remaining who had committed the act not yet named crime, had been asked to explain themselves. Aro understood them, and now that he was calmer, not fearing for his lover's life, he could see the desire. It was pointless though, they would be executed for such a reckless action.
But then, the deed had been done, the results were already there, perhaps they could use this opportunity to learn more about their own kind, for he had not dared bite children before. No one had, as far as he knew.
He turned to his companions so they could make a decision. He voiced his thoughts, about it being a chance they should not waste, and found that Marcus was taking the bait easily. He turned to his sister then, speaking of innocent young lives, and he found that her affection and opposition to harm mortals spread to immortals too. Three against three.
Sulpicia supported it was not worth the risk. Caius too, as well as implying that the children would be tangible evidence of a failure of theirs.
He turned to Atheadora, the other one among them who had left family behind.
"The right move seems clear to me, Aro, yet, I seem incapable of agreeing to executing children," she said.
Aro sighed, relieved. If Athenadora agreed with him, Caius would be easily convinced. Four against two easily turned five against one.
He hated standing against his wife, reaching the point of having to bite his tongue to prevent himself from declaring his opposition to the idea he proposed if it meant Sulpicia would smile at him. But alas, she relented.
The children would be excused.
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Caius gave a short speech about disobeying hierarchy, making reckless decisions and something about consequences. It was good, Aro thought, very inspiring, he would have been convinced if he was a guard.
The couple was executed. The guard understood.
They were to follow Caius and Marcus for as long as necessary, while Aro and Didyme would stay in Volterra with the three newborn immortals.
When Aro made his way to his chamber that night, after everyone had left, there was a slick black cat curled on top of his linen. He didn't waste time wondering how the animal had found its way inside the palace, and instead passed his hand through the thick fur.
"Sekhmet, it has been some time, friend." he said. The cat blinked at him.
He didn't want to let go of the animal, feeling that he wasn't the same man. After the rush and the danger had subsided, he felt uneasy. Killing people wasn't new, he had done it in the past, he had done it even as a human, but this had been different. He had lied with a straight face to two of his guards, (to punish their thoughtless behaviour, to avenge harm done to his lover, his mind supplied) then he had executed the other two based on his judgement. It felt too heavy and he wasn't sure he wanted all this power anymore. But at the same time, he felt elevated, significant, important. As if he was suddenly worth more than the rest of the vampires. What a dangerous sentiment to get addicted to.
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Didyme and Aro did all they could trying to tame the little beasts. They provided them with fresh blood every day, they kept trying to get them to communicate, they even shared their blood with them, hoping it would familiarize the little ones with them. Enough time passed and when a grown immortal would have been able to stand in the same room with a mortal, the childrens' thirst had not diminished. No progress was noted, no changes were evident other than the countless, little scars they both acquired from the small sets of teeth. Slowly, a few people had found their way back to the town, and the two vampires were relieved. New people meant the rest of their companions could return soon.
All it took was a second's worth of inattention on Aro's part for the three beasts to escape.
He and Didyme found them in the town again, the people drained again. There was no hope for them. The two vampires agreed with a heavy heart that they should end their youthful misery. The first Rule of the Volturi was established.
The creation of immortal children is strictly forbidden.
A fire was set, small and controlled. Three lives that shouldn't be in the first place, were ended.
As they walked back to the palace through the narrow streets, slowly as if they had been out on a pleasant stroll, Didyme asked him how they could escape his watchful eye.
"Sekhmet meowed," he said. His cat never meowed.
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They returned to the palace, disheartened. He should inform Caius and Marcus of what took place. In fact they should perhaps leave Volterra too.
He went to his chamber, intending to lie on his bed until stillness felt unbearable, but when he opened his door, Sekhmet was looking at him, gently moving her tail left and right. Aro understood.
He tentatively lit a candle calling Kleo's name.
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"If you are to work with me, I want you to only work with me," Kleo said.
"I have not managed to work with a deity for longer than a few years," Aro said.
"I am aware. It is because I want you to choose me."
Aro frowned, feeling particularly bold that night. "What if I don't want to?"
"Then it is potential wasted, but the choice is yours."
Aro thought about it, unconsciously massaging his palms. "What is it you wish me to learn?"
Kleo's expression had been blank and unaffected in all their interactions so far. Now, it held a gravity, a seriousness and Aro felt his fingers itch.
"Do you want to be like me?" Kleo asked.
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Aro scrambled away. No, there was no way something like that could happen. He was a vampire, carrying human energy through this limited immortality. There was no way he could transform that into anything else.
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Right?
His sister didn't know. He didn't know.
They had to leave, he decided. He needed Caius and Marcus.
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The agent had returned from Europe where he had talked personally with the men who had caught and those who had talked with the other two vampires. There had been so many people involved, it was a joke. The entire operation had been a mess. There was no wonder Aro had broken them out so easily.
And then he went around the States, visiting places the vampire had stayed in recently. There was something he was missing, he was sure.
In the man's phone, he found nothing of interest. There were no saved contacts, except Aro, and all phone calls and messages had been sent and received to unnamed phone numbers, which in turn had been disconnected since. The numbers belonged to random names that only with a little bit of digging, the agent figured were not real people. The vampire's internet history revealed music searches, medical articles, a lot of medical articles, some stupid purchases, movies, law changes. For fuck's sake, this man cared for the changes in the law. And instead of horrific secrets kept in the notes app, he had grocery lists and appointment dates. The worst thing he could charge him with was pirating old movies, and that only happened after a fruitless, extensive search to buy or rent them.
He appeared so fucking normal, the agent felt bad for investigating.
He hadn't had permission, or time, to go to every single house the vampire owned, but he talked with the people who shared this mission with him. Almost all of them claimed they found families living there. Normal families. Who all stated that they had never heard of Doctor Cullen before. And when asked how they found themselves living there, they gave some other names, like Hale, Masen and Platt, who technically had no relation to Carlisle Cullen, the actual land owner. In one more year, one of the houses in New fucking York would be legally passed down to the people occupying the place. What an elaborate way to give property away, the agent thought.
And yet, there was still very little information about this Aro. The man was either exceptionally good at hiding or a ghost. They hadn't located Carlisle's family, but they had their names, they had found their birth names, and they had photos of them. They knew what they had done in the past century, they knew where they had studied, where they had worked with adequate accuracy.
But for Aro? Nothing.
And the goddamn palace in Volterra? Nothing of value.
There was no way vampires lived like this.
Did they manage to get the most boring ones? No, if that was the case, no one would kill themselves for Aro.
Which was a whole different discussion. Why the fuck would people do that? And why did it have to be specifically for Aro? Was Carlisle not involved?
Soulmates, Carlisle had called them, but maybe the two men were far more apart than the agent had assumed. Perhaps it was something supernatural and didn't necessarily mean romantically involved.
What was he saying? Was he fucking stupid? How did he explain the photos then? Or the fact that Carlisle had literally killed in some fucked up sense of vengeance.
He thought back on what the vampire had told him so far, which arguably wasn't a lot. The agent had never before been so unsure to decide if what he was hearing was true or false. And it appeared that angering the vampire only led to half truths and ambiguous confessions, not to mention threats that the agent couldn't make sure would not be kept. And starving him made him almost mute.
Fucking perfect. The only reason Carlisle would talk was because he decided to do so.
And worst of all, the agent was unsure if he could keep his head leveled anymore.
He was at home, the vampire inhabited his thoughts. He tried to sleep, there he was, in all of his horrific glory. The agent couldn't shake the image of sick pale skin and shining fangs dangerously close. He couldn't escape invisible black stares and phantom growls.
And yet, the only thing he wanted to do was go back and see Carlisle again. The reason he had taken more time than needed to travel to Europe and across the States himself, was to clear his head, to make sure this upcoming obsession was real and not fabricated by some mystical vampiric power. He even went to see his dad. But no, he still felt that the only thing that could save him from the nightmares was if he saw the vampire again.
He imagined his blood being spilled and he trembled at the image of Carlisle bathed in scarlet.
The vampire's aversion to human blood was also another thing. What the fuck was up with that? And why did he feel so terrible now that he had technically forced him to drink?
Did he really mean it, when he said that not everyone survives the bite? And did he really know that his venom would not be isolated? What could that mean? That man was a doctor correct? Could it be that he had done experiments on himself? And perhaps on others?
Yes, the agent thought, very likely. Especially in the past.
So Carlisle, could perhaps know more about vampires and how they functioned than any other vampire they might eventually get.
The agent had to make him share more. He pondered on the idea of getting more familiar with him, use his growing obsession, let the vampire see it, let him start doubting the agent's loyalties. Maybe the agent could share personal stories and force the vampire to share as well out of some sense of social obligation.
He made a mental note to check to what degree the vampire could be socially influenced and prepared for a long night.