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Jane and Alec unnerved most of us - even as vampires. We had all been exposed to their powers at some point much to the joy of Aro, and suffered the terrifying scope of their abilities. They excelled much faster than I ever had. Perhaps because they'd already had some control over them in their human form.
Despite their initial unsettling nature, they weren't bad children. They were both quite polite and introverted and surprisingly spoke to even me with respect. As much as the language they spoke differed from my mother tongue, I listened intently to their experiences of growing up four centuries after me in the same country.
It pained me to hear that just because they possessed supernatural gifts, people feared them instead of embraced them. Had they grown up in my village during an older time for example, they would have been revered as great sorcerers and held positions of prestige instead of being burnt for their individuality.
Unfortunately, my tolerance of them made me the prime target of their powers. I wasn't against helping them learn, but they often left me feeling light headed until the next time I fed. Either way, I became proud of the power they possessed for beings so young.
They seemed to relish the positive attention, although they were wary of it at first. But it seemed even psychic twins were, deep down under the tough exteriors, normal teenagers and I started to feel some sort of stupid motherly bond towards them.
My encouragement of their abilities was second only to Aro's. He was beside himself with joy that he'd managed to recruit such a force to the Volturi. He was now certain that our coven would be able to take on our main rivals in Romania. Despite their numbers, we now possessed powers that could incapacitate multiple vampires at the same time - making our prospects of victory almost certain and making our coven the most powerful in the known world.
After a particularly gruelling day spent enduring Jane's pain, I decided to go for a fly to escape the confines of the town.
As I was heading towards the tower overlooking the north side, I found myself on a converging path with the person I least wanted to see with my head in this state. Something about the way he was making eye contact with me instead of us both staring straight through each other as if we didn't exist made me certain he was going to stop me when our paths crossed in the centre of the corridor.
I ignored his gaze, instead choosing to look towards the window at the end of the corridor to which I was drawing ever closer. The moment I waited for passed. As we crossed each other, I breathed in his scent and felt his hand grab my arm as he stopped me in my tracks, pulling my attention away from the window.
His grip on my arm was firm and he did not relinquish it even as I stopped gliding towards my goal, turning me to look directly into his flawless features which were glazed with an authority more potent than his usual expression.
"Luíseach," Caius pronounced my name in barely more than a growl, "I've been meaning to speak with you for a while. Would you care to accompany me on a hunting trip?" he continued, slightly more composed, but irritation seeped out through the cracks in his composure.
We had barely spoken to one another at all throughout these past five centuries after Aro's choice words, but Caius's poorly concealed intentions overrode every control I had in place. It seems that he too was not in the mood to be tested. The words that Aro had spoken to me during the whole twins debacle swum around in my head: "no one can outrun destiny forever"...
I found myself at the whim of Caius's request, for I could not run from it any longer either.
Trying to control the emotions that were surely present on my face, I gave him my answer.
"Of course, Caius, what did you want to discuss?" I said as if negotiating a business deal. The time had come for both of us to come to terms with our feelings.
"You'll find out," he growled, guiding me in his vice-like grip towards the window. We departed from the castle and headed to our former haunt in the mountains. I hadn't been out this way since we first trained together.
"You've got quite the willpower to put up with the twins, I'm impressed" he chuckled softly, breaking our silence.
"They're not as bad as you think, it's just the tough islander exterior," I teased, "I guess you wouldn't understand," I continued, with a sly chuckle, wanting to see how far I could push his already crumbling self-control.
"Is that so? You weren't even brought up on Sparta, cheeky little bitch," he teased me back.
"And what would being abandoned on a mountain at birth have to do with being able to withstand mental pain, knobhead?" I jested.
"I'm sure we can both put up with mental pain, Lui," he almost whispered now, the tone shifting immediately to tense. Luckily, we caught the trail of some people foolish enough to make camp this far out in the wilderness and we dined, throwing out our dispute for now.
Unmarred by hunger, the topic of conversation shifted to the thing we'd both been avoiding for so long.
"Well maybe if you weren't already married, it wouldn't be so complicated," I jabbed.
"Well maybe if you hadn't have run crying to Aro, we could've made something work all these years," he retorted through gritted teeth. This hurt. He knew how much I wanted him and vice versa. That was playing dirty. Two could play at that game.
"Well, maybe if you didn't pretend your wife was me, you wouldn't still feel this way about me," I shouted, remembering the times I could have sworn he whispered my name instead of Athenodora's.
"How the f-"
"-You don't know what my raven looks like by now? Hell, I thought you wanted me to watch in on your pornographic fantasies at this point," I laughed, my self-doubt erased by his confirming my suspicions.
He grabbed me by my throat and slammed me into a tree, causing its trunk to crack at a dangerous angle.
"What did you say, you little whore?" he spat.
"Only what I know to be true, pen pedyn (dickhead)," I replied just as ferociously, spitting my venom at him.
"Well why don't we see whose nerve holds out the longest?" he proposed, his eyes now black with hunger, despite the fact he'd just eaten.
"Be my guest, I'm not the one letting anyone down if I fail," I said, winking, knowing my own eyes were just as black with desire.
He growled and began to rip my clothing away from me, exposing my bare chest to him. He greedily began to nip at the pink peaks that had already formed; not taking his eyes off of mine the whole time. He worked his way upwards, biting at my neck, in the exact same places he had done to turn me. The waves of pleasure overcame my body and I nearly came right there and then, but I held myself back somehow, waiting until his lips met mine.
He forced his tongue past my lips, taking complete dominance over my mouth, despite my weak protests against him, my hands caressing his silvery locks as he pulled my hair. We continued to kiss as both of our hands moved southwards. He grabbed my behind and pulled me violently against him, grinding his hips against mine.
I let a moan escape from my lips as I felt his obvious arousal against my hips. I let my hands wander down until the point I was teasing him through his clothes, giggling at his out-of-control reaction as he thrust incessantly against my still-clothed sex. He growled and lifted me once again, only to dump me onto the forest floor, closely followed by himself.
He continued to grind into me, as I wrapped my legs around his waist, teasing me this time as we kissed each other with the passion of many centuries.
"Turn around," he breathed into my ear, and I obeyed. One hand on the back of my neck, the other squeezing my hip, he pushed my chest to the ground, holding me in place so that I arched my back up to him. He continued to grind his hips into mine from behind, making his intentions clear, but holding both of us back from our mutual goal, taking his time, savouring every moan that he extracted from my lips.
Unexpectedly, he ripped off my undergarments and drove himself into me completely unprepared, hissing at the sharp sensation. I screamed in surprise, pain and ecstasy, drowning out his moan of gratification. We had both anticipated this moment for centuries now, and the suppression of it had only led to it becoming more powerful when it did finally happen.
I felt every inch of him fill me, rearranging my insides to match his size. He didn't hold back, already knowing that I liked it rough, (no doubt due to the advice of Aro**). Although this was my first time doing this as a vampire, I had experienced it as a human, but only with those who cared more for their own pleasure than that of their partner.
"Harder!" I heard myself scream, and he obeyed, smacking my arse with a burning vigour every now and again and driving his teeth deep into the nape of my neck as he suffocated me with one of his hands. His venom mixed with mine causing an inferno as it spread deeper. He sped up his incessant pace, hitting the spot inside me that he knew would make me a slave to him, whilst occupying my most sensitive area with his long slender fingers.
He didn't relinquish his bite until his pace became too fast to concentrate on anything else. I couldn't suppress my feral screams any longer, setting them loose into the forest. I felt myself come undone, under his rule. My body became a quivering mess under his. I felt his cold sweat against my back as he collapsed upon me, finding his climax too, releasing his pent up ardour into me.
He flipped my spent body over and we continued to embrace, naked on the forest floor for a while, looking into each others' now crimson eyes.
"How long have you wanted to do that?" I breathed, tucking a strand of his silvery locks behind his ear.
"About five centuries," he answered, "have you really been watching me having relations with my own wife? You really are a cheeky pervert, you know."
"I can't deny that," I admitted, "but it was more to see whether you truly cared for me or not," I winked, lying through my teeth.
"And what do you conclude from that?" he asked.
"That you're a nasty two-timing bastard," I replied, sticking my tongue out.
"You're right there, but who's the whore who let me take her in the middle of the forest?" he murmured with a grin.
"In the middle of the forest that happens to be out of hearing range for everyone in Volterra?" I asked scathingly.
"Guilty," he chuckled, smiling cheekily.
"Looks as though we're even now," I jested.
"Definitely not, you owe me a century of this at least, for training with Aro instead of me," he joked.
"A century?!" I cried, "I deserve at least a millennium of punishment for that," I suggested.
**I didn't mean for this to sound so much like there was something going on between Luíseach and Aro, but just to calrify, vampire fantasies imprint themselves quite intensely upon one's memory
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