Disclaimer, I don't own Twilight. No copyright intended, Rated M for a reason. A complete LEMON! The Kings are single.
Chapter One,
Gentle flames flickered against the gray and marble stone. Blood pooled at the center of the room dripping down the vents among the fallen tourists. The only movement, the lesser guard doing their duty as they rapidly cleaned up after the feast.
Marcus, Aro, and Caius lounged in polished black thrones, trimmed in real gold, Aro's one leg flung over the wooden arm, and stared disinterestedly at the destructive, seductive beauty of the flames.
A good distraction from the mundane would be a valuable commodity at the moment. Anything to entertain or challenge, some sport perhaps.
Among today's proceedings, Aro stewed in his thoughts, horrifically bored with endless complaints and disputes. After the confrontation with the Cullen's Aro, Marcus and Caius ordered all their subjects to consume blood at a more frequent rate than usual. Since that day there have been threats of possible attacks by their enemies. They supposed the Volturi has gone soft, letting the half blood live and the Cullen's unpunished. So with that being the case, the Volturi had to be on their guard.
"My Kings, a visitor for you." Demetri said, with a bow.
"Who is it?" Caius demanded, leaning forward in his seat.
Aro turned his red intense gaze from the flames and flickered them over the nervous form shifting to a standing position. Did he even want to know? He entertained the notion to just send away the party without an audience or whoever dared to disturb him.
"Alistair, the nomad, Master."
Aro sighed.
The impertinent wander was trying his patience. He sided with Carlisle. Alistair owed the Volturi a debt of penitence in the coven's service. That's what happens when you cross the Volturi.
"Felix, get a cell ready."
He would enjoy the fear he caused this Vampire scum and be done with him.
"Shall I show them in?" Demetri asked waiting until then to speak for orders.
"Them?"
"Ah yes, Master. He has a woman with him."
Stupid roaming gypsy. So, he brought a mate in our presence? He mused.
How delightful it would be to take her from him to cause satisfactory suffering. How many damn times have these ignorant vampires thought they would get away with this treachery and not pay the price. Would they ever learn?
"Show them in."
"Very good my King."
Demetri opened the wooden double doors of the throne room with a flourish. A sudden gust of cool, damp air swept into the room from the dark halls beyond.
The King's attention was directed as the fool Alistair strode in, towing a reluctant female along in his wake, as if he owned the place. His black soiled boots clicked along the stone floor followed by the soft padding of bare feet that disgust the three kings as they observed her condition.
Still Aro slouched in his throne as the traitor approached.
Strangely Alistair radiated waves of excitement at the odds of his predicament. He saw no fear that he expected in the vampire.
The fool.
Marcus yawned exaggeratedly to his right and Caius chuckled wickedly to his left. Then Aro shifted his gaze to the female. She'd been dressed up half assed as if going to her prom, minus the shoes. Apparently lost in the struggle as she was manhandled and pulled along by Alistair. Mud stained her perfect pale skin and Aro clicked his tongue in distaste.
The lavender satin dress flowed from the rapid pace they walked, causing it to flutter up enough for the kings to see the globes of her ass peeking out of a light pink thong. The top of the dress was cut down in a V, displaying a decent set of breasts, large, round, real. Her nipples poked out in the sheer fabric material but no doubt from the cold rather than arousal.
Her face is fair to behold. Wild, wide eyes shot everywhere, looking for a possible way of escape route. Sadly for her, there will be none. A plump, kissable mouth sat in a grim line, frowning. Angelic blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back.
But what drew Aro's attention was her eyes. After they settled on the thrones the wild look dissolved into nothingness. The eyes that were so alive a moment ago became flat, blue and empty.
Aro hopped off his throne and approached the female.
How curious.
"Alistair, you think to bring me a broken down human pet to pay off your transgressions?"
By the narrowing of her eyes did she reveal her protest. Not a pet then.
"No, no." The nomad laughed with a hint of nervousness in his voice. He shoved the female forward a bit by the arm and hissed a little as she shook him off. "This is a hybrid. Smile you stupid girl!"
The female's plump mouth remained still.
"A hybrid you say?" Aro asked carefully, with mistrust.
To prove this, he leaned a little forward to listen to her fluttering, whisper of a heartbeat. He pressed his lips into a straight line as he felt the warmth coming from her, only faintly however.
So he would not have the satisfaction of tearing them apart. It was nearly impossible to make sport of this situation. Now if the vampire had come on other business and protested, it would have been fun to demand her for payment. But this…this was just annoying. Alistair presented her like a gift.
This upstart pig dared and tried to dupe me! Aro fumed at this.
Aro suddenly turned from them and flitted back to his throne. He slumped even farther than before in his chair, leaning forward as his hands formed a prayer that touched his chin in thought. Alistair folded his arms.
Come on you moron. Show me your true nature so I can decide what your punishment will be. I will soon have to read you and I know you will burn for this if I find treachery in your mind.
"I came to offer her to you."
"I see," Aro smiled. Slowly he thought of the possibilities.
His eyes shifted to the female again. Still she had not moved. Unbelievably she was preternaturally still for a half breed. She gave no clue in her posture and form if Alistair's' offer repulsed her or aroused her. Absolutely none.
Swiftly, Marcus and Caius offered their hands to Aro and he took them eagerly. Their thoughts were in favor of the girl and Aro's thoughts too flared to life at the interesting turn of events. Soon, he let go of their hands and rubbed his thoughtfully together.
"Come closer, Cara mia.'' Aro crooked a single finger at her, watching her dead, expressionless eyes.
The crackling wood burned in their pits, occasionally the sparks would flare in the dark silence of the room as the smokey aroma wafted lazily through the air.
The female did not move.
"What have you done to her? She's not drugged is she?" Aro asked with pretend idleness.
Truthfully, Aro could not account for the why, yet the thought concerned him. He suddenly wished the vampire would say yes so he could hurt him.
"No my King."
He grabbed and pushed her toward the rulers without so much as a flinch.
"Go to them."
She shuffled up the four tiered dais that held the thrones. The sacrificial hybrid hesitated.
"Come, come up the steps." Caius called, waving his hand impatiently.
She shifted her gaze to his briefly then back to Aro. Still no emotions. Still no feeling. And apparently stubborn.
"Are you a mute, my sweet answer." Marcus' hollow voice slowly chimed in.
After a moment of hesitation she shook her head and placed a foot faintly in front of the other until she stood directly in front of them.
Up close, Aro could see make up slathered over her face. Rouge painted her cheeks, a deathly pale skin beneath the artifice. Her mouth, the pouty luscious lips glossed, shining slick and trembling.
At last some emotion. But of what, he could not fathom. Fear, desire.
Marcus and Caius flitted together to Aro's side in unison they tested the air, sniffing eagerly to sense her mood. Besides some overabundance of flowery perfume, nothing else scented the air.
"Of course you know Alistair, we can't make a decision until we sample the merchandise."
He rubbed fingers against his thumbs, itching to touch her. A growl of impatience rumbled Marcus' chest and Caius hissed at his brothers, wanting to be the first. Though they compromised together and moved at the same time. They petted her skin and dress, slipping eager hands over her arms, face and inside the V of her dress.
The hybrid's skin is ice cold, similar to the vampires'. As cold indeed as her ice blue eyes. Even the heat of the room had no effect on her. She showed no reaction to them. Their hands continued to circle over her hips and down to her silky white thighs. They gazed expectantly into her eyes but nothing came. She was the dark sea of an abyss. Aro had to wonder as she stood without protest. What was inside that head of hers?
Gently he glided his hand over her soft cheeks. The onslaught of thoughts came to him. How sad and embarrassed she was most prominent. Her capture was brutal. Alistair fed on her before he realized what she was.
Run, run, run,! Hide, hide, hide!
That's all her thoughts screamed. He saw she definitely lived in fear.
Truthfully, her terrible beginning was so sad and she had been alone for so long. Her parents found her wandering in a park one day because her real mother was dead after birth. Believing her abandoned, they adopted her. However her comfort and security with her new found parents were short lived. She heard them talking among themselves about her strange ways and rate of growth. So one night she ran away. She has lived in solitude for all her days since then.
Aro realized she didn't understand what she was, only she was different and needed to keep her secret safe. He snatched his hand away and so did his brothers as they noticed his reaction.
God, this boredom was killing him. The sensible thing, the logical move would be to send her home and punish the trader. But her absolute lack of emotion was a siren, tempting him and perhaps his brothers to and unknown path. It shocked him that he wanted to possess her. To keep her with them forever.
This was an opportunity. He concluded.
He wanted to study her and use her to play with until he tire of her. Besides, it could be challenging.
The hybrid stood straight and still while he again tested her indifference with one hand he cupped her breast while he trailed the other down her thigh. He probed her mind again. And finally he saw something of interest, rage.