"You jest." Aro's paper thin voice called out from across the chamber, staring down his long hated enemies. "You can't expect us to trust you, you understand of course." Never absent his proper manner. His sides were absent his companions, but he felt the confidence of a full guard surrounding him. Little Jane stood behind the two Romanians, who knelt before his throne, but not close enough to make a lunge for him. The account they had just given him was unbelievable. Aro tilted his head to Alec, who stood on the stairs in front of him, within moments the Romanians were sedated, lost in Alec's mist. Aro strode forward, gently across the stone floor, his kingly robe sweeping out behind him. He laid a hand on the older's forehead, Vladimir, and then the younger, Stefan. He saw nothing other than the writings they had offered as truths, nothing in their memories to corroborate their fantastic tale. He looked down at them in disgust, his ancient face contorting into a thousand-year-old grimace. "Stand them up, hold their hands." He said to two of his larger guards, then held up his hand for Alec to release them.
"I see nothing in your minds. You have told me lies." Aro spat at his oldest rivals, his cordial demeanor abandoned. Though he smiled, the hate in his voice didn't retreat an inch. "You have surrendered yourselves to the Volturi, however, and that is admirable."
"Aro, we come to help you." Stefan said, his accent thick, but the contempt was clear in his voice. "He will come for you, as w--" His words were cut off by the back of Aro's hand, which tested the strength of Stefan's neck against the guard holding him, who didn't let him fall an inch.
"Even if you were truthful, then you come to help yourselves!" Aro shouted at him, bending down to within an inch of his face. "The Volturi are simply the method of your escape!"
"Aro please!" Vladimir interrupted Aro's mounting tirade. "Please! We speak only the truth, we wouldn't dare tempt your wrath by giving ourselves over and lying to you." Aro paused at this idea, he had considered it, but he had always considered the Romanians much more foolish than he.
"If your diaries tell the truth, why do your minds lie to me!?" He demanded, grabbing Vladimir's gnarled face with an equally gnarled hand.
"They have methods of making us forget." He said desperately, spit flying from his clenched teeth, his face being crushed under Aro's furious grip. He tossed the face aside, and turned around, pacing in front of them.
Aro knew they believed themselves truthful, he also had seen what were possibly blanks of time in their minds, it was possible. Though he saw their reason, his anger was overwhelming, here they were, weak from hunger and abuse, his two thousand year enemies, so easy to kill, after all the pains they had caused the Volturi for centuries. Aro spun round to face the Romanians again.
"Kill him." He said simply, regaining some of his gentleman's control. And within seconds, several guards had reduced Stefan to a flaming pile of vampire. "Lock him away." He said, indicating the remaining vampire, ignoring the Romanian's shouts as he returned to his throne. Once he was dragged out of the grand chamber, he turned to a vampire standing behind his seat, and gave him his command. "Contact Demetri, tell him that he and his partner are to find this 'Cain'."