Note| Alpha Order | Inner Wolf| 'Talking in Mind Link'
Character | Pheoria pronounced F - E - OR - I - A |(the e as in the e in be)|(the i sound like the e in be)|(or is exactly as the word looks or)|(a as in the word again not the word apple) | Pheorian pronounced F - E - OR - I - A - N |(the e as in the e in be)|(the i sound like the e in be)|(or is exactly as the word looks or)|(a as in the word again not the word apple)
Chapter Twenty-four | Interesting Indeed
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The light hissed as night swallowed it whole. The warmth sizzled as the frost burned it completely. The wind laughed deviously as the calm screeched indignantly in protest. The bright and cheery sun wept as it fled from the prevailing cruel and evil moon that smiled warningly. The creatures of day cringed and shrunk in on themselves as they ran, seeking safety.
It was time for the real creatures to come out and play. It was time for the fluffy bunnies to run in fear and the insects to go quiet as they realized the real predators had awaken for the night.
A hissing growl echoed through the night.
They wanted to play.
"The night, 'tis simply beauteous." Her voice was soft and wispy. It floated through the air on a sigh.
"It is thou that is beauteous, the night 'tis simply trying to keep up." His deep voice soothes over the female's skin
A tinkling laughter swayed in the wind. Her smile was wide and dazzling. The moon gleamed off of her straight white teeth. "Is it now?" She hummed in question as a breathy laugh fell from her supple lips. He said the most sickeningly sweet things. It always made her smile wider.
"Of course me dearest. Thou doubtest thee?" His face was full of mock disbelief. His crimson colored eyes twinkled with mischief as he stared at the woman he considered his life mate.
She laughed once more. "'Tis a daring feat, I believe." A smirked covered her red lips as she waited for his next overly dramatic display of affection. She loved it.
"My sweet, thou hast wounded me." He clutched at his chest, a place were his dead heart rested. "Such pain could cause tremendous pain." He smiled. It had long ago became the running joke that his heart had stopped the moment he had seen her. Which in a way was true - she was his sire.
Her laughter rang loud. The whipping wind carried it off into the darkness. Her head was kicked back as the moon covered her sharp features.
"Such fairness could never be rivaled."
"Nay?"
"Never, beauty like thine is rare." He heaved a small sigh and leaned closer. " 'Tis very rare."
She grinned and shook her head. Her pale, smooth skin gleamed under the moon.
"The moon, 'tis swooning over thee." He smiled widely and gestured up to the full moon that gleamed brightly against the blackened starry sky.
Her head cocked to the side as she eyed him warily.
"Yay my dearest. How can it not swoon over someone as beauteous as thee?" He squeezed her closer and laid a chaste kiss on the side of her forehead. "A mockery to think it not."
Her tinkling laughter filled the air again. "You my love, flatter to easily."
"I speak not, but the truth." He grinned.
It was a grin she knew all to well. One that had sucked her in from the beginning. The left corner of his lips hitched upward as he smiled. The right crooking ever so slightly. It was a perfected grin. It promised the devious of acts mixed with the pleasure that one begged for more. His eyes would glinted with a secret you wanted to know - didn't matter the cost.
She heaved a sigh and melted more. It was his grin that had drawn her to him that rainy night. She had just been looking for a meal, something to tide her over until she could get home. She had sat down at the bar and ordered a Barefoot Sweet Red Merlot. Something to sip at.
The year was 1879. And that was when she had seen him. He had been off in a corner of a room working a little blonde number. The girl was cute. But just that, a girl. She had glanced in his direction. The dim light flickered off of her dark eyes, throwing off the crimson color of her eyes.
She had learned a long time ago to wait for what she wanted. It would always come to her, she never needed to go after it. And she had been right. He came for her as she sipped through half of her first glass of wine. That dark sensual grin in place as he asked her name. Alyssia Devine.
That's a fitting name for someone so divine as yourself. A fallen Angel if you will let me. He had grinned easily while sipping at his finger of scotch. Darien King.
The grin got her every time . . . And he knew it.
"My flower, 'tis a beauteous sight."
"Flatter me so." Her crimson eyes glistened in the pale moon light. Alyssia grinned easily as she watched him. She watched him a lot, though he never seemed to mine. If anything he would put on more of a show.
"Until the end of time, my flower." His voice was soothing and gently, whispering in the wind. Darien smiled brightly. "My flow-"
She frowned and twisted around to face her lover. "Darling?"
"The smell?"
Her shoulders sagged. "Is four-play over?" She questioned with a cock of her head. Her lips quirking up at her lover's mood swings. Alyssia laughed softly at the look she received.
"Don't you smell that, Alyssia?"
She frowned, "What Darien?"
He turned towards the wind and breathed in deeply. "That!"
Alyssia's frown deepened before following his lead and breathing in deeply. Her eyes widened, crimson eyes darkened further as a hiss fell from her supple petal pink lips. "That cannot be!" She gasped in horror as the scent filtered through her senses once more. How was this possible?
Darien hissed darkly and nodded.
She twist back into his embrace, her arms rested on his chest. "We must tell Aro." Her accent thick as she pronounced the A in the lead Volturi's name. The a sounding more like the a in all. Her voice breathy and soft.
"Let's go, Aro will not be happy." Darien held out his hand and smiled tightly.
Alyssia grinned at her lover and slid her hand into his.
Their chilled skin sent tingles down their spines as their hands connected.
"Shall we, Darling?"
Alyssia giggled while shaking her head. "You flatter me so."
Darien grinned triumphantly. " 'Tis a crime not to."
"Let's go lover, before the moon bids us a night."
. . .
"My dear Alyssia," his voice was smooth and cheerful. "It has been to long."
She smiled and bowed, her dark blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders. " Yes, Aro . . . To long indeed."
Aro stepped down from his throne like chair and moved forward. "To what do I owe this surprise."
Darien squeezed her hand and stepped closer. "You have been lied to Aro."
Aro's head cocked to the side. "To what do you mean?" His high voice lost it's chipperness. His red eyes hardened as his gaze turned into a glare.
"The princess is alive."
"What princess?" Caius growled as he stood. His robes swaying from the anger that tumbled off him. He did not like being lied to. None of the Volturi did.
Alyssia whimpered softly and moved closer to her mate.
Aro hummed softly before cooing, his eyes directed to the woman. "It's fine my child, his anger is not directed at you." He moved closer. "Now tell me, what princess?"
"The Pheorian Princess."
His jaw tightened. Aro hissed softly and moved forward. His hand was stretched out in front of him as he waited. "Show my dear."
Alyssia swallowed nervously and placed her hand in his. She heaved a small sigh and relaxed her body, easing her mind open for Aro. The images started playing her mind. Their running through the woods. Stopping at the clear opening and staring at the moon. The wind whipping around their forms. The smell.
He yanked his hands back and gnashed his teeth. Aro hissed as he whirled around to face Demetri and Felix. He twitched at the foul taste on his tongue. "Bring me the sinner." He growled once more.
Alyssia stepped closer to her lover and waited.
"Where?" Caius bit out darkly.
"We were close to the Indian reservation in Washington." Darien answered. His hand slithered around Alyssia's waist, pulling her closer to his comforting warmth.
"Your mate is not in danger." Aro cooed once more. His bloody colored eyes sliced over both of them.
"Aro," Demetri announced as he stepped back into the stone room.
Felix threw the sinner onto the stone floor in front of the royal Volturi.
Caius hissed as he stepped down the stone steps.
The civilian vampire trembled.
"Why have you lied?" Aro cocked his head to the side. The lilt of his voice rang, bouncing off the walls.
"L - lied?" The civilian trembled. "I - I have n - not."
"You said she was dead." Caius announced. His shoulders were set, head held high.
"W - who?"
"The Pheorian Princess." Aro hissed. His bloody eyes glinted darkly as he looked down on the male. Aro hunched forward as his brows furrow. "I do not like being lied too."
His eyes widened. He raised his hands above his head while hunching over. "I - I did n - no such thing!" He begged, pleading his side.
"Do not lie to me sinner."
"I - I was t - told she was d - dead."
Aro stepped closer and held out his hand. "Do not lie to me sinner."
He trembled and held out his hand.
Aro encased the trembling hand between his hands. He breathed in slowly and waited. His eyes dazed ever so slightly as image after image of that fateful night was shown to him. "My, my my." His voice soft and taunting.
The sinner trembled before the Volturi royalty.
The civilian vampire bit his lower lip and tried to stop the trembling of his body. It wasn't helping.
"We should have dealt with you sinners more severely." Aro summarized before stepping back.
"I did not know sire."
Caius shook his head. "That does not mean you will not be punished."
The sinner caved in on himself. "Please! I b - beg!"
Caius cocked his head to the side. "Have we ever been lenient my brothers?"
Aro smiled. "Now, now Caius. I do believe this sinner has something that we need from him."
The sinner stared up at Aro and waited. "Anything." He whispered. HIs hands curled into fists as he tried to stop the shaking.
"I want the name of the sinner who was supposed to have killed the former Pheorian Queen before she had children."
The sinner's eyes shifted back and forth as he tried to conjure up the name in his mind. "L - Liam."
"And where does dear Liam reside?" Aro asked.
The sinner shook his head. "H - he died."
Aro pulled in his anger. "What?"
"He died."
Aro let out a silent breath and flicked his wrist in Demetri and Felix's direction. The sinner was no longer of use.
The sinner's eyes widened. "No! Please!"
"As I said, you will be punished, you should have known better." Caius spoke calmly with an air of superiority.
Aro looked back at the two informers. "You two may leave. Thank you for your loyalty."
Alyssia and Darien nodded. Each bowed lowly before taking a quick leave.
Caius eased back into his thrown like chair. "What do we do now Aro?"
Aro heaved a sigh and delicately sat down. "We finish what should have been finished in the beginning." His lips pursed. "Jane."
"Yes Aro?" Jane questioned as she stepped forward. Her eyes glinted under the darkened lighting.
"Bring me the sisters three."
Her head jerked ever so lightly. "The Blood Sisters?" There was no way she had heard that correctly.
Aro nodded. "You will not be pursuing the Pheorian Princess. I need you alive,"
Jane held back a growl. "I highly doubt some child could take me out." Her body stiffened as her jaw set. Teeth ground together from the pressure of a granite jaw. The possibility of a child taking out the Jane. Preposterous.
"I am not doubting your abilities." Aro's eyes narrowed. "Do not question me again." He hissed.
Jane held in her flinch but lowered her eyes. She knew her place. "I will contact them."
Aro nodded. "I want them to only watch for the first week or so - I want her birthday by tomorrow."
She jerked her head quickly, "yes sire."
"I want them to be their leader. If they fail - you will know why . . . And then you will kill the Princess."
Jane smirked slowly, the left corner of her lips hitching upward. "I will leave right away sire."
Aro waved her off. "Do not contact until you have good news." His eyes narrowed.
"Yes." She nodded once. "Of course."
Caius drummed his fingers against the stone arm rest of his thrown. "You believe the sisters can kill the Princess?"
Aro chuckled. "No, my dear brother, I do not." He grinned. "However, I do believe before they get the chance the Phorian Protectors will take care of them."
"Why send them then?" Marcus frowned.
Aro waved his hand dismissively. "We will rid ourselves of the sisters without getting our hands dirty." He grinned. "And Jane gets what she wants."
"Win - win." Caius murmured.
"Demetri, Felix . . . Keep and eye on things for us."
The two nodded before bowing. "Yes sire." They whispered before leaving.
Aro pursed his lips and leaned back in his chair. "Now we wait brothers."
Caius tilted his head to the side. "I'm quite thirsty after such an interesting afternoon."
Aro chuckled. "Indeed."