It was very seldom when a vampire would think of one's existence. There was no need to, for a vampire, lived forever. There was no sickness, no death-just the endless void-of eternity. Aro was one of those vampires that, until recently, never questioned his existence. Why should he, when other matters, held more significant importance? Such issues such as keeping their kind silent.
Blood red eyes stared out at the beautiful sunlit garden before them. This place was one of the rare, calm, and peaceful places within the palace's confines. Aro's eyes became transfixed by the slightest movement. Petals of flowers flowing two and frow in the breeze. A spider's web floating along as the arachnid hung on for dear life while trying to mend its beautiful creation. This area was a sense of pride for the Volturi. It still held the old Roman design. Pillars were surrounding various fountains and pools; some had fish; some did not. Water lilies were floating about as the wind gently pushed them. The flowers were always well kept and fed correctly. The vines perfectly wrapped around the pillars and the hedges were all well-trimmed.
He stood there, staring, almost mimicking some of the many marble statues that stood out among the beautiful scenery. However, he stood out of the line of sunlight that now lay on the marble floor. His shoes sat not more than a centimeter away from where the shadows met the sun. Aro dared not venture any closer. Gods forbid anyone saw the glittering that would happen if he embraced the sun—such an embarrassing for a man who was a formidable figure to sparkle. The Fates must be cackling every day about that. Vampires! Let's make them sparkle-how he hated The Fates for landing that particular atrocity to fall on his kind. He could have scoffed as he stood there with his hands tucked behind his back. They sat folded like a soldier at ease rather than at his side standing at attention-ready to attack.
A vampire that sparkled had anyone ever heard of such a thing? Sparkling vampires. Recalling his memory for literature, he had never heard of any other vampire in any book or novel that sparkled. However, his kind did see to it that was indeed the case—placing fear of the vampire into cultural literature and myths alike. The Volturi, and some of the older vampires, prided themselves on keeping that fear alive in the hearts of humans.
Vampires that were said to live in the old countries of eastern Europe. Mostly to keep the humans in line as the fear was still present in these places. "Vampires" such as Sava Savanović and Peter Plogojowitz, which of course, were some of the most famous. All completely false. These vampires were creations of the covens in those areas, the Bosnian coven, to be exact. They wanted the fear to keep people scared and cause chaos and make the blood that much sweeter. Aro longed for the old days before vampires became overly romanticized and mainstreamed.
His heels clicked as he turned and walked away from the blinding sunlight. He had heard that Marcus and Cordy had returned, and he was eager to have his own time with his beloved Queen. The heels of his well-polished shoes clicked as he seemed to glide along the marble floor. His ruby eyes empty despite the smile on his face. "Ahhh, my darling." he smiled as he welcomed her home with a kiss and an embrace. His arms wrapped around her, keeping her pressed to his chest. He heard Marcus bid her a small farewell before leaving Cordy in the care of the third king and mate.
Aro, despite willingly sharing his beloved Queen with her other mates-his brothers, he was still rather possessive. Now that it was his turn to have their "date day(s)," as Cordy stated, he would have her all to himself. Not that Cordy seemed to mind. She was just happy being loved, something Aro was most willing to give. Wouldn't you after waiting over 3,000 years for the one you love? That was how long Aro and his brothers waited for her. The strong marbled arms held her closer, and his pale hand gently caressed her hair. His eyes were glancing off into nothing as he did so. Cordy's breathing was even and steady. She was content, happy, and this made him content and happy.
"How was your time with Marcus and Caius, my darling?" Aro asked, smiling as he took her hand and looped it to the curve of his elbow. His hand was holding onto hers as they walked together.
"It was lovely," she smiled up at him with those eyes twinkling at him. Aro anticipated the day those blue eyes would become blood red like his. The day when her beauty would become enhanced, and she would finally become the Queen.
"Good, and now you are mine." He purred as he spun her around almost as if they were dancing. Cordy giggled as he turned her. He wanted that laugh never to go away.
"And what do you have planned for me, Aro?" she asked with a smile as he continued to sway and spin her in a slow waltz.
"Ah, now that is the surprise." he chuckled and kissed her cheek, feeling her warm skin how he would miss it when she finally became one of them. Aro was now questioning the mortality of his Queen. She was beautiful, more beautiful because she was human. Her life was short, short, but beautiful. His eyes wandered her face tracing every humanly feature to his memory. His finger pressed to the arteries at her wrist, feeling the life-giving beat of her heart through them—the gentle thump thump...thump thump. That was almost as beautiful as Motzart or Beethoven to a vampire. Their soothing music. The sound of the heart beneath the fingers of the king as he caressed it. Much like a musician caressing the strings of a violin. Would it break his heart-what he had left of it that is-when those strings finally snapped, never to play again? Or would it make his heart swell when his beloved embraced by death? When her eyes would open and be that deep blood color?
The questions passed through his mind as they continued to sway together. His hands were pulling Cordy tighter to his chest. Would watching her die a human death-cause him to slip further into insanity?