The work got tedious after a while. Picking fights, winning them, plucking out vampires with special gifts. I had been at this for almost one hundred years. Yes, it was tedious and boring.
I couldn't help but fall into a mentally-tired haze after doing that.
Despite this, Aro always made me feel special. His ancient smile seemed reserved only for me whenever I brought him a new guard member. "Eleazar, you are truly a miracle to the Volturi. I don't know how we would make do without you." Then he would shuffle me out of the room.
I sighed as we made our way back to Volterra after another vampire encounter. A scared whimper came from beside me.
A young boy of about sixteen was silently crying (save for the tears) beside me. "I want my mother."
"What's your name?"
"Corin," he choked out.
"You'll have a new family soon enough."
Always dealing with weepy monsters? My job was getting old.