Caius's P.O.V

Irrational!? I'm irrational?! I've planned wars and schemes that has led this clan to victory countless times! I'm so sick of her. That arrogant bitch. She's caused me nothing but turmoil ever since her scent wafted into my nose.

Since meeting her, I have lost the desire I had for my wife. I had already put her through so much, and now the idea of just leaving her is eating me alive. Athenodora has been with me since the beginning. She supported me through the worst of times. I then repay her by throwing her in a tower- which yes, keeps her safe- but it was against her will. Letting her walk around with me sometimes has never been enough for her after centuries of being locked away. Though Corin's ability to keep her content has prevented her from voicing her frustration, I have noticed (but chose to ignore until now) the dying light in her eyes. She's become doll like and her love for me has long since faded to a cast of what it once was. To just leave her at this point would be terrible. All that we went through would be for nothing and regardless of how things were in her mind, I've been clawing at the relationship we once had. I can already picture the glimmer of anger behind those eyes as she listens to how all she went through was for nothing. Maybe Athenodora would agree to stay here, but I doubt it. This whole situation wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for Amaryllis.

Not only has she completely ruined what little relationship I had with my wife, but she has been causing me constant agony since she left. I feel hollow and anxious all the time and I have found myself missing that terrible woman fiercely. On more than one occasion, I have found myself staring down at the drawings she made during her time here for hours. She had potential, and I have been imagining how to give her art lessons- although most of the time the fantasies would end in a perverse way. Other times I have been going to the room she stayed in to breathe in her scent. It's embarrassing and torturous that I've been so entranced by an apparent 'forever human'.

During the first two weeks, I had made the decision that I wasn't going to let Amaryllis ruin my life without a fight, so I made sure to sleep with my wife as much as possible. It was sickening that I had to pretend my wife was her in order to even get aroused, but it was worth the sense of mind that Amaryllis had no control over me. I've read stories of the true bonds. There was a couple accounts where the other felt the infidelity of the other. I hoped to the stars, that Amaryllis would feel it every time I was with my wife. Eventually though, the differences between Athenodora and Amaryllis was too great, so I let myself resort to bedding a human piece of trash.

Aro was the one who suggested the idea. That bastard knew of my thoughts so he had Heidi fetch two humans that resembled her. He seemed disgusted with the idea himself, but we both felt so desperate for her that we did it anyways. Of course he got the one that looked closer to the original. During I thought of Amaryllis, and how much I needed this random girl to be her. I watched the life slowly fade from that girl's face. The differences between her and the real thing resulted in her slow death. I gently strengthened my grasp on her throat until the girl nearly passed out, and then I released so she could gasp for breath. By the end the false thing was a mess of tears and snot. The shame and disgust that I had from resorting to sleeping with a human hit me in full so I finally ripped her throat out with my teeth.

Amaryllis destroyed my masculinity without lifting a finger. Then the letter, was the thing that nearly had me lose it. She blatantly insulted me, calling me a whore and a hypocrite, when she's the one who caused all of it!

"Brother, can you please stop pacing around for just a moment. It's been hours and your anxiety is rubbing off on us." I snapped my attention to Aro, who sat lazily in his throne with his head resting on his fist watching my form with disinterest. To most, he would seem at ease in this moment, but after centuries with the man, it was easy for Caius to note the strain in his wispy tone.

"The stress your feeling is your own doing. We should have never let her leave! Now you assure that we can go down there, but you question the concept of bringing her back with us! What changed Aro? How could your concrete decision falter? Did her honey trap words really lure you in so quickly? This was one of the few things we didn't disagree over!" I couldn't help the spew of mutterings and slurs that came out afterwards. Everything Aro has done as of late infuriated me. I had to constrain myself from attacking Aro and Marcus when they returned my outburst with that same disapproving look- as if I was an errant child they have to constantly tend too.

"It would be better if we can come to an agreement with her, instead of forcing her to stay with us for the rest of eternity. We can't just use Corin's ability on her like we did with our wives. What will it take for you to accept that?"

I flited to my throne and sat down. My glare met one of the statues across the room. Silence stretched thin as I considered my response. "If we don't get her, than we should at least make the trip worthwhile and deal with that boy."

There was no question about who I was referring too. Just the mention of him caused a growl to erupt out of Aro. The man Amaryllis mated with. It was a few hours after I bedded the human when it happened and the pain nearly had me cry out. Then to make matters worse, the letter was sickeningly overpowered by that boy's scent. I hate the mixture of my mates scent with his. It was disgusting. If I was going to have to come back to Italy without Amaryllis, then at least I deserved the pleasure of ripping that boy to shreds. With the vast string of murders happening around Washington, it wouldn't be hard to include him to the list.

"Yes, that is fair. I won't stop you in your endeavor to destroy him," Aro gave a slight nod and Marcus mirrored the action.

That was a shock. They've been fighting with every idea I've come up with so far. It appears that we all had one thing we agreed on, the death of that vile human. Finally I was able to stop fidgeting, and let my mind play out a thousand different scenarios that each ended with the ear piercing screams of that boy dying in a pool of his own blood.