Please do not report me to the spicy police... I sure uploaded the T+ version of the chapter before this one, so if you still read this you very well know what's awaiting you. Heh. Also this is my first attempt at writing M. Be nice.
BOOK II
Chapter XIII: Dreams (Rated M)
VOLTERRA. . .
Jane kept her face impassive as she led Amun and Benjamin through the carpeted corridors, occasionally throwing a backwards glance at the reputable men trailing some paces behind her.
"I see Aro has acquired more pieces to expand his collection since my last visit," Amun observed, hands clasped behind his back as they strolled leisurely.
The vanished Rembrandt… Raphael's missing portrait… Jan van Eyck's The Just Judges, believed to have been recovered and stashed away by the French government following the Versailles treaty…
Amun smirked. Perhaps not. Masterpieces thought to be lost forever, destroyed in fires, all well and sitting pretty for display underneath Florence after all. "This used to be a bare walkway, you know."
"And when was that?" Benjamin inquired curiously, then joked, "A thousand years ago?"
To Jane's interest, the elderly vampire only shrugged. "Give or take. It's been a long time." Amun's voice was louder this time, directed at her. "And you must be Jane, the witch fiend Aro wrote about in the past. You're nearing your three hundreds now, aren't you?"
Jane gave a nearly imperceptible nod, biting down on the tip of her tongue to pull back a scowl.
"Hn." Amun narrowed his gaze at her consideringly. "Where's your twin? Massacreing villages, yes?"
"Dispatched," she retorted curtly.
"Please, don't mind him," Benjamin told her with a sympathizing look. "He's just annoyed that you guys took in his favorite student before he could." The young Egyptian threw his hands up in an attempt to look innocent when Amun whirled around to deign him with a deadly glare. "What? It's true."
Upon their arrival at the convening chambers, Jane stopped next to the doors and said, succinct, "Masters Caius and Marcus have been notified of your arrival. They will be with you shortly."
"Thank you, Jane." Benjamin bid sincerely as she watched the two step into the threshold. Benjamin added, "Will we be meeting your twin as well?"
Jane paused from her exit, if only to shake her head at the curious visitor. "He will be away for long."
"I see. You must be a bit lonesome then," Benjamin eye-smiled at her. "I'll find you after Amun and I greet the kings, yes?"
Jane's brows pushed together. "What for?" She really just wanted to go back to her room and enjoy the peace while it lasted.
The younger Egyptian shrugged, flicking a dry, pointed look at the impatient old man who had gone straight into the chambers without him. "You know old men. They talk all day. Perhaps a tour of the grounds?" Benjamin laughed softly at her suspicious squint. "I was changed around sixty years ago, so I'm not so old," he humored her before waving a hand in friendly goodbye and disappearing into the chambers. "Let's be friends, Jane. I'll see you later."
Perplexed, Jane stared at the intricate woodwork of the mahogany doors as it closed right in front of her.
Friends?
Jane hadn't met a lot of people outside her existence in the Volturi. She met vampires as young as the visiting Egyptian even less, and she was sure the only friends she ever considered to be as such were the ones in the Guard. She supposed Benjamin Nehesy hadn't been told the full extent of her power yet, and that would explain his naivete about her person. Hopefully, the Masters would tell him, and common sense would dictate him against pursuing whatever 'friendship' he had in mind, then ultimately, she would be able to spend a quiet afternoon lost in the wonders of the internet.
Even so.
Jane felt… weird. Friends. It kept echoing again and again in her mind as she walked. The Egyptian had seemed so... so… what was the word. Unbothered? Self-assured? There was a subtle confidence to his manner that had her thinking twice.
He seemed genuine.
What if he knew exactly what she could do, and what she was, and still wanted to be her 'friend'?
"Friend. What does that even mean?" Jane grumbled under her breath.
Her face must have looked more annoyed than the usual – Afton practically fled out of her way when she passed by him on the way to the east wing commons. See? Afton was a friend. He knew her so well.
Barely resisting the urge to slam her bedroom doors shut behind her, Jane let out a prim scoff.
"I'm not lonesome." She told to no one, tone belligerent, prissy nose in the air. "I'm perfectly fine. I have Alec." She added, nodding to herself decidedly. "Right, Alec?"
She turned to the spot on the bed where her twin would usually be waiting, ready to bother her.
And then she froze in her tracks, horrified.
Alec wasn't there.
Alec wasn't waiting.
Alec wasn't hers anymore!
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"Amun. How are you."
The elderly vampire ignored Caius' greeting and launched into fervid rant, "I understand you saw her potential and took her under your wing. But that girl is more dangerous than she looks." Amun pronounced flippantly. He had enough self-restraint to allow Marcus and Caius to seat themselves in their respective chairs before completely snubbing the niceties. They all knew what – who – he was in Volterra for anyway; there was no reason for them to dilly dally around in retrospective reminiscing of the past. Enough time was wasted as it was.
"I've been told by the lobby girl that she was even given a title." Amun scoffed. "Scholar. How entertaining that must have been for both sides, eh?"
Caius sighed. "You have not changed, Amun." Always so antagonistic. He drew his gaze to the dark man next to him. "And you are Amun's caregiver, perhaps?"
Amun bristled. "Watch your tongue, you insolent troglodyte—"
Marcus leaned back on his armchair, a languid smirk on his face as he watched the two eldest vampires – figuratively and literally speaking – bicker back and forth. The two were so undeniably alike. It was such a shame Amun had settled on the opposite side of the world.
"…Ah, no. Honestly, he's the one that looks after me. But I did take his name." The man replied. "Benjamin Nehesy. It comforts me so to know that Amun's friends are more tolerable than he."
"You—!"
"Kidding, of course," Benjamin continued. "Although I was hoping to meet his former student. To finally put a face to the name. Is she here? Altheia Beneventi?"
Marcus and Caius shared a brief glance. "The scholar isn't in the vicinity at the moment, but if you stay longer you should have the chance to meet." Marcus replied evenly. And then his tone dropped coldly when he turned to address Amun, "I do hope your arrival is more of a friendly visit than an intrusion. I would hate to put you in your place."
"We inducted her, and that is final. Her being a shield – we could not allow her to roam free anywhere else." Caius said sternly. "She belongs in my coven now, Amun."
The elderly vampire's eyes narrowed dangerously, but then he pursed his lips in careful consideration. Sounding mystified, he echoed in a strange voice, "Shield?"
Marcus nodded. "Altheia showed natural immunity to Aro's clairvoyance and other sensory abilities. Just like one of the new recruits – Isabella Swan, from the Americas. We inducted them both. They will be changed soon."
"We will send for Eleazar once she is changed." Caius furthered. "He will be able to assess the full power of their shields."
"Ha! You witless imbeciles." Amun sneered at them, baring his teeth. "Shield your new recruit must be, but the scholar – my student – most certainly is not." At the monarchs visible confusion, Amun clarified, "Altheia Beneventi isn't a shield, she's a—"
»»—- ❈ —-««
ONE OF THE VOLTURI RESTHOUSES, PALAIA. . .
"Resthouse, he said," Altheia grumbled under her breath. "Mind you, Aro, this is a manor."
The Volturi Manor in Palaia was a large, affluent dwelling composed of twelve bedrooms, kitchens, dining areas and other elaborate halls. Outside the household, large plots of land were dedicated to the winery, agricultural plantations, and greenhouses that sustained the estate. Aro had taken the scholar to a full walkthrough of the estate after she had slept the morning off in one of the bedrooms.
Under the high sun, Altheia explored the acreage in avid enthusiasm. Aro was a man who simply never ran out of stories to tell. When the afternoon came, Aro had dismissed all the attendants of the estate from its premises – something about allowing the both of them to enjoy their vacation in paired solitude. Presently, however, the imperial mindreader was trying to convince his mortal companion to hike.
"Absolutely not," Altheia told him flat-out, before pressing her hands to each other and diving into the swimming pool in her black two-piece. When she resurfaced a few seconds later, arms swaying around her figure to keep herself afloat, she reasoned, "I'm sure hiking is just another term for 'Let's Lure Our Prey Into the Mountains.'" She squinted at him. "Bella's told me about how vampires like to treeclimb. No thank-you."
Aro rolled his eyes. He'd nearly forgotten about her fear of heights. "I'd never let anything harm you, merendina."
"That's true," Altheia conceded. "But I also know that if given the choice between helping me down a tree immediately, or making me suffer in high altitude for a few minutes in a demented attempt to appear as my knight in shining armor, you would definitely choose the latter."
Aro eyed at her for a moment then shrugged. "So?"
Bursting out a loud laugh, the brunette drifted further from him. "I will never trust men with my life!"
The monarch huffed once. Sure, fine. They didn't need to go to the forest anyway. Not really. He was just looking for other interesting things to do to pass the time. Anything to distract himself…
Aro watched as Altheia's curved figure swam away slowly, red gaze pinned on the speckles of water running down the surfaces of smooth skin. The mounds of her chest, the arc of her stomach… draped in rays of sunshine and gem-like drops of water as she swam… Like it was in slow motion, a single diamond waterdrop dripped from the side of her neck and Aro had to swallow back his venom. He wondered if he would ever get the chance to adorn her flesh with actual diamonds… maybe rubies. Mm yes, rubies suited her better.
A mischievous smile pulled at his lips and he stood to pull the shirt off his back.
So he couldn't convince her to scale a few oak trees. Big deal… That didn't mean he couldn't have his fun. Her version of fun was torture enough.
A splash sounded out, and five seconds later, gurgling indignation.
"Aro!" Altheia emerged from the water with a shout, sodden, disheveled hair clinging to all sides of her face like a sea monster.
But the monarch in question was many strokes away from her, swimming innocently. He blinked at her, guileless. "What?"
Altheia gritted her teeth together. "Oh, you're dead meat when I get my hands on you…!"
Aro barked out a laugh. Haughty, he raised a hand to her and folded his fingers in a taunting, beckoning motion. "I'd like to see you try."
»»—- ❈ —-««
WASHINGTON. . .
As the Cullens trekked separately through the woodlands in unrivaled speed, Charlie, Mele, and Sulpicia trailed behind languidly on their own pace, a few hundred meters behind. They scout the forestry until late into the night, and the two groups meet near the reservation boundary where the trail ends. The wolves are an intimidating sight on the other side to greet them.
Sam noted the presence of the red-eyed vampires, and Charlie immediately launched into a diplomatic explanation of the agreement between him and the Volturi. Sam nodded in understanding, but his posture was still stiff and ready to pounce at any moment.
"Given our history… the pack keeps its distance." Sam said. "We have reason to be wary."
"Jake and Leah still aren't here." Paul, being the only other one untransformed, spoke his thoughts aloud, distrustful. "They should be by now."
Edward tilted his head to the side slightly. "Well, here they are."
Panels of light filtered through the murky trees, and the revving sounds of motorcycle engines roared into the silence of the night. Two motorbikes sped into their line of sight first, followed by a sleek sedan shortly after. The vehicles decelerated from high velocity as they neared the boundary line, and by the time black wheels screeched to a stop, faint smoke rose from around them.
Jacob and Leah alighted the first motorcycle, eagerly removing their helmets and walking up to greet the rest of the pack. The car engine cut off, and Demetri, Felix, and Alec step out of the luxury sedan. Demetri handed Jacob the Quileute's copy of the pact when they passed him.
Sam and Paul welcome Jacob and Leah back with apparent relief, embracing them just as the rest of the pack do. Howls sound out through the forest and a reddish wolf slinks from the trees, bumping its humongous head at the back of Leah's knee in greeting.
"I'm fine, Seth." Leah mumbled. "You worry too much."
The Volturi settled next to the Olympic coven after greeting Sulpicia and Mele. Demeteri looked dead set on getting the treaty signed and over with, Felix obviously more excited to start running perimeter in search for vagrant newborns to behead and set ablaze, but before either of them could call the pack's attention to the treaty at hand, Embry growled loud in his wolf form. Felix met his glare, eyes sharp and narrowed.
Paul gruffed, "He just wants to know who that is." He jutted his chin to the direction of the figure leaning against the second motorcycle. "I do, too."
Sulpicia giggled under her breath. They watched as the slender figure pushed herself off the motorcycle seating and lifted her hands to remove her black helmet. Luscious brown hair spilled in lengthy cascades down her back, and Bella tilted her head back to face her audience, displaying her delicate profile and glossed red lips.
"You forgot about me already?" The chief's daughter clicked her tongue. "You're hurting my feelings, Emb."
Bella slung her helmet over the sideview mirror of the black Ducati, then unzipped the black leather jacket she wore halfway. A gold coven pendant – ornate, shaped like a V – hung from her neck and settled right above her cleavage.
Emmett gave a low whistle. Rosalie kicked his shin. Edward sighed, too short and too low for anyone to notice.
Bella met Alec's heated gaze as she walked up to the group, throwing him a quick smile as if they were sharing a secret. And then she met Paul's dumbfounded stare and teased, "Paul. Come on. It's me. Bella. You and Jake taught me how to ride a mountain bike, remember?"
"I… um. Uh…" Paul shook his head, dispelling the haze in his stare. "Right. Bella. Hey. Welcome back."
Bella smirked, then turned her gaze to Sam and Carlisle. "Should we get the treaty started?"
Sam nodded, gesturing to the campfire burning in the off distance. Separate parties started walking to the ceremonial space, heavy thuds of wolfpaws breaking fallen branches as they prowled through the earth.
It started with a shake of hands between representatives. Carlisle and Esme, Sam and Jacob, Demetri and Felix, then Charlie. Bella and Sulpicia and the rest of the others stood at the back, quiet, tense, hopeful.
"May the accords bring peace and protection to all," Sam announced as he unfurled the article handed to him by his beta, priming to read the treaty aloud.
The murmurs of agreement around him were just as firm. "May the accords bring peace and protection to all."
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PALAIA. . .
Two bare feet stepped out of the shower and padded onto the cold, hardwood floor of a dimly-lit bedroom. The moonlight delicately illuminated the expanse of the room, and Altheia noted the absence of the black-haired monarch as she wrung the wet ends of her hair with a towel.
After spending the entirety of the afternoon lazing by the poolside, Aro had instructed her to return to the manor by herself. His eyes had been so dark for the last two days, nearly obsidian, and the scholar understood that he would have to take his time before coming back.
Now that nighttime came, her heartbeat thumped around wildly in her chest. Ever since Aro's arrival in Campania, he had stayed next to her as she slept, waiting until she woke, almost dutifully, painstakingly, and to what end she didn't know. She figured that, at least now, they were honest with themselves. Honest enough to be indulgent, to willfully drop the pretense and keep next to each other as the deliberate, conscious choice of each day. Because… in the end, that's what mattered, right? To choose each other? To yield to the gravity between them, pulling them close? To surrender?
An imperceptible change in the night air, a subtle hint of musk, and Altheia knew her suitor had returned even before she saw him. She closed the book in her hands before looking up, expectant.
"You're still awake." Aro stated in surprise as he leaned against the wall. "Couldn't sleep?"
The mindreader had his arms crossed and his hair slightly damp, wearing a fresh set of clothes on him – a charcoal gray shirt that fit his body exceptionally well and dark slacks – evidence that his previous outfit had been stained with god knows what during his hunt but decided to take a shower before returning back to her. Altheia made space for him on the bed as he pushed himself off the wall and walked nearer to her. "I tried to," she muttered, almost to herself. "I kept waking up."
At the small pout on her face, Aro smirked. "Were you worried?"
"You weren't gone long, you know," Altheia laughed, pulling her legs from underneath the covers and huddling next to Aro as he settled against the headboard. She laid her head on his shoulder and admitted in a tiny mumble, "But I did miss you."
Aro stilled, scarlet eyes dropping onto the woman curled against him. She was thinly draped in a rose satin chemise. He could see the telltale flaming tinge under her cheeks, hear the racing of her heart as she waited for his response.
Aro drew out a long-suffering breath. Why did she always have to act adorable.
Slowly, his arm rose from behind her to pull her closer and secure her form to the side of him. He reached for the angle of her neck, tipped her chin upward, then, with gentleness reserved for the heavens, captured her waiting mouth into a soft kiss. The woman under him let out a short hum of satisfaction when their lips met, and when he pressed his mouth deeper, Altheia's eyes fluttered closed, eyelashes caressing the skin of his cheeks. He relented the tepid, sensual assault on her lips, if only to watch the transition of her gaze, and sure enough, her auburn gaze grew vibrant instead of sleepless, honey molten and glazed as they blinked languidly at him.
Slowly realizing that they had been staring at each other, silent and wordless for a long time, Altheia sobered and pulled back, clearing her throat and pushing herself off him, muttering, "I… Human minute. Be right back."
Blank-faced, Aro watched his scholar scuttle away to the place she had chosen to compose herself. When the door of the bathroom closed behind Altheia, the black-haired monarch closed his eyes and groaned and let his head fall against the headboard.
Little tease.
»»—- ❈ —-««
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Altheia was sitting on the toilet, face buried in her hands, rueful as she admonished her subconscious self. You are such a tramp, she told herself. One more second there and she would have been climbing Aro like a tree – consequences and worries be damned. Knowing he could hear her grieving in there anyway, she let out a trite, self-mocking laugh. She threw her head back, looked up at the tiled ceiling, and bit out with a wince, "…Aro?"
Not even a second later, his voice was right outside the door. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes… I'm fine." She was. Maybe. Oh, this was definitely crazy. She laughed again. Nervously clearing her throat, she steeled her resolve and asked in a small voice, "So… um. Aro. Ha! Yup. I have a few questions?" She felt insane. "Hmm. Yes. I have a question."
There was laughter in his tone. "You can ask them out here."
"I can't." She rued again, face flaming like a storm. "I definitely can't."
"…Alright. Ask away."
"So, hypothetically speaking… just for the heck of it… if, just maybe, a vampire and a human were to, um…" copulate, "… you know. Would it be, um…" Life-threatening. "…impossible?"
Her question was met with thick silence for two full minutes. Ah shit, she'd really done it now. She hung her head and moaned to herself, but then she heard fabric shuffling and floorboards creaking right outside the door.
"Forget I asked!" she squeaked, rising from the toilet seat and transferring herself to the edge of the shower corner. Shutting the curtains around her, she rapidly mumbled into her hands, embarrassed and mortified to the depths of her soul, "Please forget I asked! It was just a stupid" –hypothetical– "question."
Finally, two knocks on the door and a response. "Altheia."
"She's not here."
A short hum. "Can I come in?"
"No!"
"I'm coming in."
»»—- ❈ —-««
"I'm coming in."
Aro had had enough. She was probably in there, suffering and flaming and babbling under her breath and being adorable and oh, how badly did he want to see for himself. He heard a terrified squeak as he turned the doorknob and yup, she was definitely being adorable. He walked in and slowly pulled the shower curtains to the side to reveal her shivering little figure, huddled, bracing the sides of her arms on the cold, tiled floor, brown locks flowing around her head in soft waves as she shook her head, adamantly refusing to look up at him even when he asked her to in his best inside voice.
Biting the inside of his cheek to pull back a smile, he crouched before her, let a few seconds hang between them then whispered low, "Why are you hiding, love."
Mumbling into her arm, still not looking up, "I can't… look at you," she admitted. After a pause of realization, "I didn't lock the door?"
He chuckled. In her haste, she really hadn't. "No."
"Damn it."
Aro folded his lips to prevent a laugh then. He really shouldn't be brimming with amusement when she was lamenting so endearingly before him, but oh well. He ghosted a tip of his finger over her arm and watched as she shivered delicately.
"You really shouldn't be embarrassed about this. All of this is natural." he told her in the quiet. "I want you, too."
The heart in her chest hammered faster and he carried on, "I understand where your concerns are coming from, but you are thoroughly mistaken if you think I would let a single harm come to you." Even from myself. He laid a full hand on her shoulder and crept it upwards until she tilted her head, and brown doe eyes finally glistened up at him. Her face bared and blushing, he softened and told her sincerely, "I would give you all the pleasures in the world if you let me."
Her mouth crumped slightly. "But…"
"Let me prove it to you."
»»—- ❈ —-««
He was tracing her skin with the tips of his fingers. So delicately, so thinly, so soft like flutters she couldn't help the giggle spilling from her mouth. "You're tickling me!" she sputtered in between half-snorts and giggles.
His heart melted at the sight of her. "No, I'm not," he told her matter-of-factly, a small hint of a smile on his face. "I'm showing you how much control I have."
He pulled her arms away from concealing herself and coaxed her fidgety hands to wrap behind his nape. Embarrassed still, Altheia immediately buried her face into his collar. She felt soft kisses peppering the hot skin of her bared neck, her shoulders, the weak spot behind her ear…
She groaned. "This really isn't helping—"
"Shh. Just feel."
Closing her eyes shut, Altheia relented and surrendered herself onto Aro's form, pushing all her thoughts to the back of her mind and embracing him like her life depended on it. Aro's chest rumbled with low laughter. He placed a single kiss on the side of her cheek before his hands started moving again.
Altheia let out a tiny eep when Aro suddenly lifted her and carried her off from the floor. The heated warmth of the bedroom outside wrapped around her and she relished in the familiar cool of Aro's skin. When he set her back on the bed, she braced herself before pulling back to look up at him. She bit her lip.
Aro was smiling at her. The disarming smile that was just plain, undeniable Aro – knowing, boyish, tender, and this time, so very telling.
She couldn't look away now.
"It's not impossible." he answered her low and simple. "Thousands of years of control, remember?"
Her face heated up again. "But—"
"Give me your wrist."
Altheia hesitated. But the man – vampire – before her looked perfectly serious, so she held her breath and lifted an arm to him begrudgingly. He cradled her offered hand to the side of his mouth and, very slowly, unveiled the white set of fangs hiding underneath. Her lips parted and she watched in rapt fascination as he traced the sharp tips across, back and forth, scraping the thin, vulnerable expanse of skin and the hidden vein of her wrist against meanacing incisors.
His fangs kept tracing across her skin. Drawing lines and circles, trailing… nearly dipping into her wrist then lifting at the last possible moment, leaving behind the faintest of piercing marks but not so much as a puncture. She watched the tethers of his control ghost over her arm and pulled back a delicious shudder. Her gaze pulled away from his teeth to meet the glazed, nearly reverent eyes staring back at her.
"No matter what I am," he pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist, so light and loving it was nearly painful to watch, "I would never hurt you."
Blinking away the tears that threatened to spill over the edges of her eyes, Altheia whispered back to him, starry-gazed, "I want you Aro, so much." With a small sniffle she drew his gaze with a half-smile before telling him, "So much it's not natural."
Aro's pale hands came up to wipe the tear tracks on her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. He kept smiling at her softly then.
"Tell me to go, Altheia," he said fervently with a single, uneven breath. "I can forget the bloodlust. I'm stronger than the pull." He bent his head down and pressed their foreheads together, nuzzled her nose with his own before deigning her with his emotions avow, "But I can't lie to myself. I want you." I love you. "Tell me to go."
Briefly squeezing the hands cupping her face then letting go, Altheia rose from her knees and basked on the muscled feel of Aro's strong arms as she brushed across them with open hands, fingers resting on his shoulders, lacing to the sharp chisel of his jaw, upwards until she could tangle her fingers into his dark mane. Her eyes not leaving his for a single moment, she hovered her mouth above his and whispered.
"Will you make me yours tonight?"
Aro swallowed thick.
"Don't make me ask you twice," Altheia laughed softly as she descended and flitted small, delicate kisses all over his dazed face to convince him. "I've been thinking about you all day."
At the final kiss she placed square on his mouth, the mindreader finally sobered. A devilish smirk settled on the edge of Aro's mouth.
"Such a needy little thing, aren't you." When his hands found the curve of her hips and gripped, Altheia couldn't help the shudder of thrill that went through her. "Lie down."
»»—- ❈ —-««
"Such a needy little thing, aren't you. Lie down."
Slowly creeping backwards until her palms sunk into pillows, Altheia held her breath and nearly quivered at the predatory shift in Aro's gaze as he moved on top of her. Faint musk reached her senses as his form hovered above her, cool hands feeling up the curves of her sides then pulling her flimsy chemise in a single upwards swift tug. With a nervous swallow, she raised her arms to ease his removal of her satin slip, and Altheia was entirely sure it wasn't the cool midnight air swiveling all over her skin, but the intensity of her lover's hot rapturous gaze that had her trembling with sweet anticipation. When scarlet eyes drew away from her face and dropped, sauntering all over her bare skin… her breasts… the soft slope of her torso leading down to the patch of her that was throbbing with slick heat… Her arms moved to cross over her chest, only to be interrupted by a firm clasp around her wrists. Aro shook his head at her and gave her a silent, meaningful look. He lifted her arms by the wrists and pressed them above her head. His low, dark voice igniting a hot, wondeful path downwards, "Keep them there." he commanded.
She watched guardedly as Aro unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it off his body. Just as easily, he discarded his fitted slacks and threw them to the floor along with her chemise, forgotten, and a smug, simpering look was awarded to her when he realized she hadn't taken her gaze away from the still clothed outline of him that looked… very… intimidating.
A shaky intake of breath, "I don't want to get all…" virginal, "…prude, but… will that…"
There was an unexpected warmheartedness in the silent mirth of Aro's reply. "It'll fit, tenerezza." He assured her. "Now, you know where to keep your hands, yes?" Altheia nodded.
Aro descended to her level with the precision of a predator. He tilted her chin away to latch a deep, sucking kiss at the sweet spot under of her ear, and immediately Altheia's body hummed under him and arched, lifting off the mattress, desperate to feel and press against the strong build of the man responsible for the euphoria overcoming her senses. There was rumbling satisfaction in Aro's chest, and Altheia's eyes shuttered when his mouth began to trail sloppy, open-mouthed kisses downwards, all over her neck, sipping and leaving lovemarks on her collarbones, wet and sinful across hot skin. When a sigh as light as a caress hovered over a pink nipple for a second then dove in, suckling, she cried out with a breathy mewl. He did the same with the opposite swell of her chest, and Altheia's breath heaved in rising wanton.
"I—I…" she was as breathless as she sounded. "It feels… so much… Aro… Please…"
She started struggling against him and a hand immediately encircled her faltering wrists to hold them above her head. Effectively pinning her, he removed his mouth from her left nipple, now pinking and swollen just as its twin, only to latch onto the underside of her breast with even more vigor. Altheia choked back a sobbing scream, back curving into him, thrusting her flesh into his mouth as he sucked harder. Fingers found the waistband of her panties and pulled them off, and the mewling brunette would have cared enough to blush if not for the haze of lust obscuring her mind. Aro removed his boxers in a single swift motion, keeping his mouth latched all over different flesh spots of his woman, drawing pleasured wails and moans and uneven pants borne from the throes of ecstasy. Mine.
Altheia sobered slightly when the pressure around her wrists disappeared. She looked down just in time to see Aro's head dip lower, still trailing kisses of worship down her stomach, then suddenly, a kiss down there. Her breath hitched.
His lips still pressed on quivering flesh, "Let me taste you."
A long, languid lick against her slit and her eyes rolled back. She was gone. Her arms moved on their own, finding their way to burrow her fingers into Aro's dark hair, pulling, desperate to feel an any inch of him in her hands at the same time his tongue started its ministrations. Her body jerked whenever his tongue would press deeper into her, flicking up and down at a pace that took her to dark heaven, and when he started groaning while he ate her, a flood of sweet cream welcomed him as her body opened up to him fully, whimpering, quivering, begging…
"Please, please, please…" Desperate pleas and mewls echoed off the walls of the bedroom. "Ahh…! Aro…"
A shout lodged in her throat when a finger suddenly slipped through her soaked folds, pushed into her, and curled. Her back shot off the bed and she pushed herself up by weak elbows, watching with wide, eagle eyes as Aro's head, still between her thighs, kept drinking, suckling her, and his fingers, with renewed effort at pleasure, started pumping her, inside… He looked up abruptly, his eyes flashing a lustful silver glint to meet hers in the dark. The sight of him, dangerous, consuming her… the feel of him, on her… in her… devouring her sex… She creamed against his tongue with another shout. "Ohh fuck! Aro! I'm—"
A flood of molten heat erupted from deep within her, and she came on Aro's tongue with a long, drawn-out groan, hips buckling against his still roving mouth uncontrollably. She rode her sex on him as the flood overtook her, and with his tongue and mouth, still latched and suckling, his fingers, pushing, pulling the rough patch inside her, and deliberately, a delicious, dangerous scrape of his fangs on delicate, supple, swollen flesh – light blinded her again. She quaked and quivered and thrashed under him. She barely registered the feeling of emptiness before she felt the bed dip around her, hands guiding her arms to lift and wrap around the feel of Aro's muscled back, hooking her legs around his waist.
Aro held her by the chin and commanded, "Don't look anywhere else." She writhed and moaned at the fiery spell of his touch all over, "Feel me."
Altheia didn't know what the hell he was talking about, all else and everything she could feel was him, only him, she was going crazy with thoughts of him and the feel of him, but then the hardened tip of his length prodded at her entrance briefly before promptly plunging into her, strong, swift, deep against inside her in a single, powerful push.
She barely registered Aro's words as they washed over her, lulling, assuring. Sweet, wicked words as his hands kept roaming and pulling at the flesh of her chest, twiddling the peaks of her breasts like he hadn't gotten enough earlier, reverent suckles all over the skin of her neck with his mouth as he ground himself inside her, pushing, sheathing, pounding into her liquid heat, eliciting thick, listless mumbles of pleasure past her lips. The size of him compared to his fingers was so very different, and each thrust of his sex against hers had her seeing stars eyes closed. His strokes became intermittent, deeper and tensely harsh, and from the flexing tautness of the muscles of his back and the hiss of his breath she knew he was close. With half a mind, Altheia pulled Aro's face down to hers in a bruising kiss and pulled back, keeping his mouth hovering on hers as she murmured against his lips.
"Make me yours…" She met the steady rocking of his hips and his thrusts became faster. Angling her mouth to whisper into the shell of his ear, "Fuck me…" A greedy whisper. "Claim me…"
"Ah fuck," he rasped, guttural, before his face buried into the side of her face, scenting her hair, and the groaning sounds of him divulged right next to her ear. Three powerful, steady pumps under her, and his hand reached and nudged between them to push past her saturated folds, playing, pressing again like he couldn't get enough…
"More!" He snapped at her. Wet, squelching, shameless sounds between them, and her body obeyed him as she creamed into his hand and all over his sex with another cry. His eyes fierce and hungry when she found them, he growled, "Come for me now."
The strung out coil of pleasure in her womb snapped at his command, and she came with a hoarse shout of his name. Nipping her own teeth against his throat, she strained beneath him, her body reaching for more, tender tissues desperately pulling to keep him inside. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him to cage him closer, and Aro pounded harder, a deep smacking rhythm as her tongue kept lapping up the smooth dip of his neck, until finally, his cock twitched and he finished inside of her with a drawn out grunt. He rocked her against him as vicious pleasure ripped between them tide after tide, sensations rupturing as their shared orgasm cascaded.
As white waves of pleasure subsided into ripples, Altheia's eyelashes fluttered on the top of her cheeks. She felt Aro withdraw from her and shuddered.
"Sore?" he asked. She thought about it and shook her head.
With a blithe sigh, she blinked innocently up at him and asked, "Can we do that again?" The loud, roaring male laughter he gave in response pulled at her heartstrings. "No?"
"If you insist." he answered above her with another barking laugh. "But this time, I'm marking you mine."
"You mean these aren't enough?" She pointed at the hickeys splattered across her chest.
His gaze held much promise. "No… not nearly…" He sounded perfectly serious.
A giggle. "If you say so."
»»—- ❈ —-««
Hours later, when they had finished, Altheia felt like she was weightless, a delicate feather lost in the bleary haze of post-coital bliss. The soft, cool feel of the bed cushion against her naked skin only lulled her further into sleep, but she stirred slightly when she felt a damp, warm cloth between her legs.
When she realized Aro was cleaning her, her arm shot out. "I can do that myse—"
"This is my privilege." he cut her off simply. He stroked a soothing hand through her hair. "Sleep."
Barely lucid anyway, Altheia set her head back down onto the downy pillows. When he put it that way… "Alright then…"
The bed dipped as Aro laid back down beside her. She curled and turned towards him as she ceded herself to oblivion. Everything about him and her life felt like a fevered reverie, but it was as she drifted away that she finally dreamt. . .
»»—- ❈ —-««
Altheia dreamt of a young boy running.
He was a merchant's son running away from his father's trade. She could hear the boy's agitated thoughts as he ran and sprinted and hid from house to house, calloused feet padding across hot sand, bare feet thudding against the earth unstopping, unslowing.
A man's voice resonated in the boy's mind in daunting repeat as he ran – Son? Family? Ha! Your blood and bone don't matter, silver coins weigh more to me than you – and she understood. This boy had to keep running. He had to. He needed to fight and struggle against the protest of his exhausted muscles, the temptation of stopping two cities over, the pretense of shade and safety – all of it if he wanted to survive. At the very least, until he made it somewhere safe, somewhere his father's caravans didn't reach, a place with unrecognizable faces and different tongues. Somewhere farther than far. After all, this was his final attempt at freedom before his father sold him a slave, just like his sisters before him.
Altheia dreamt the boy survive. He was naturally gifted, pleasantly charismatic, and blessed with sharp wit. To thrive from city to city, he dealt in what he knew and procured rare objects for the royals and the spending class. Without an inheritance to supply himself and his business, he grew to be an aspiring thief, a hoarder, and just like the merchant's son he was, with one look and conversation, he knew the exact bait to set and which of his wares would convince even the sharpest chap to empty his pockets. He shamelessly curated and collected items that roused his interest, then eventually sold them once the novelty wore off.
In one of his pursuits, he passed by a small village to replenish his necessities for trade. Townsfolk gushed and awed at his collection, but they had no means to spend and instead, traded him stories of a cursed, private abode in the woodlands, an ancient man's dwelling that had extravagant things that rivalled his own. Intrigued enough, he went to see for himself.
He waited until nighttime came and soldiered through the foggy mountains. He found it eventually – a brick storehouse filled with masterful paintings and odd things. He tucked the best pieces under his arms and pilfered what he could into his satchels, but before he could slink back into the trees, a gleam of white flashed in the forest darkness, and suddenly, a dark figure was in front of him.
He was caught.
He came to find out that the ancient man in the woodlands was a vampire. It was no wonder to him then why brickhouse stock had been so precious – ageless pieces even a merchant's son like himself could never have imagined – but he had been careless. He had nicked his leg from a thorn in the woods and the vampire scented him from hills away. And yet in the face of death, even after everything, he was his father's son. A bargaining thief.
"Hidden in my shop is a gem unlike any other," he told the vampire. "Smoother than a pearl. More precious than a diamond. You may keep it at the price of my freedom… but first, you must find it."
Curiosity piqued, the vampire left him alive, tied and bound in the attic of the nowhere house as he sought the gem for himself. The vampire found that, true to the human's reputation, the thief's shop was filled with luxurious items – carpets, vases, artworks, metals and drapery that the royals would kill for… but no such gem in display.
The vampire fumed. Like all other salesmen, the thief had lied to him.
In the vampire's annoyance, he had planned to drain the shop assistant hiding in the closet. She had known that it was not her master that returned that night and hid quickly. But once the vampire pulled the doors open and saw her, he knew. Alabastrine skin, shining eyes... A gem unlike any other.
"What is your name?" The vampire demanded.
Nervously, the woman answered him. "Athenodora."
The human woman named Athenodora was the merchant son's answer to the vampire's desolation. The thieving merchant's son had seen his life in the woodlands, the lonesome veneer to his creations, and shamelessly offered the life of another to save his own skin.
Fascinated by the merchant son's morbid way of life, the vampire kept the thief alive and promised him immortality in exchange for loyalty. The merchant son grew to be a man who ultimately served himself, a collector mesmerized by things just as easily as he took, harbored, and disposed of them. When his need for a companion grew, he honored his identity and filched one of Alexander the Great's concubines, a small, slender thing named Sulpicia. Unsatisfied, he raided the Macedonian king's vaults not long after.
It was that year that the ancient vampire decided – he needed the thief human's indispensable, insatiable way of thinking to rule and reign all kind. So finally, he fulfilled his promise and turned him.
Years passed and the newborn man chanced upon his father's trading caravan. He hunted his father's head once nighttime came and spilled red blood amongst broken bones on the very plush seating the aged merchant used to enshrine himself. With heightened newborn senses, the avenging son heard a small sniffle in one of the ramshackle tents and followed it, unsurprised to find a brown-haired woman shivering as she cowered from him. From the looks of her, the woman was his half-sister, thirty years younger than him but of age.
The newborn raised a sculpted brow and drawled, "Did he bother to give you a name?"
Eyes shining up at him warily, the brunette nodded. "I am Didyme." With a hopeful tone, she asked him, "Will you set me free?"
A sense of nostalgia convinced him to keep her alive. Until the coven patriarch could change her, at least. By the fragile looks of her, she wouldn't survive the harshness of reality any better than him.
The newborn sighed. Who knew he still had a ounce of pity in him? He hadn't, but family was family after all…
»»—- ❈ —-««
Altheia awoke with a jolt. Sitting upright as she gathered her bearings, she gleamed at her surroundings and came to the conclusion that she was still in Palaia. How strange. She had gotten used to seeing Aro's familiar smirk when she woke that it had become unsettling to be greeted by an empty bedside. On top of all that, the pleasant soreness between her legs… where was he.
"Aro?" she called out. No response.
Once she was dressed, she headed for the kitchens. She found Aro there, preparing her breakfast on his own, not a single househelp in sight. Smiling at the image he made, she took one of the seats and waited.
"I thought you'd wake earlier," Aro said when he finally veered to where she sat, a mischievous undertone in the way he spoke. "But you must have been more tired than I thought. Did you sleep well?"
As he placed her plate in front of her, she told him in the oddest voice, "I had the weirdest dream last night, Aro, but I can only remember bits and pieces."
He snorted. "We really had sex, if that's what you're asking."
Altheia's cheeks burned. "Aro!"
"Fine. What?"
Huffing, Altheia picked up a mouthful of scrambled eggs and munched. "Well… I dreamed about you, I think."
"I would dream about you if I could," Aro replied smoothly, leaning forward.
Altheia laughed and rolled her eyes before tipping her chin upward to meet his proffered kiss. "No, I meant—"
Their lips met for a split second before the sharp clang of the metal fork sounded out as it fell onto the floor. Jumping apart as if they'd been electrified, eyes wide and mouths parted open, Aro and Altheia stared incredulously at each other.
"…what…the hell…was that…" Altheia's whisper was nearly hysterical.
"I—" Aro trailed off, then shook his head in disbelief. "I… heard you." He cleared his throat again. "I heard your thoughts."
Altheia's lips were still parted in surprise. "Aro, I…" she breathed in sharply. "I think I heard you too."
Altheia withdrew from him, rising from her seat in alarm.
"Aro, what the hell is happening?"
»»—- ❈ —-««
VOLTERRA. . .
"Altheia Beneventi isn't a shield. She's a mirror." Amun clarified. "You put books in front of her and she memorizes it like a parlor trick. You place her in front of a talent and she mimics it after little practice. Her father wanted a gifted daughter and she became one. Her mother wanted a musical prodigy, so she was. She shows what you want to see in her. How else would she have become a bar-topnotching musical prodigy at eighteen?" Amun reasoned. "It is my assumption that she had inadvertently copied your recruit's shield as well."
Caius' and Marcus' faces twisted in comprehension. Amun's dark chuckle sounded out in the chambers.
"Now. Do you witless imbeciles still think this is a friendly visit?"
Version 18 January 2021