A Day of Mini-Golf with the Volturi masters, and how you came to be living with the Volturi.
Summer Fun with the Volturi masters series
Volturi masters x Reader
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Summers in Volterra could be mild or hot, depending. It had been rather warm for you, a human, while your Volturi hosts never felt the heat. The interior walls of the castle were better suited for Summer than Winter, keeping the temperature down. You were very happy when this week seemed cooler than the one before it. Now you felt like getting out and doing something fun, and you wanted the masters to join you. If they were unable to, surely Felix and Demetri would accompany you.
You checked the Internet on your laptop, searching for locations for the best mini-golf courses in the country. You were usually good at mini-golf, but then you assumed the vampires would be as good at that, as they were at any game they had played with or for you. Their hand-eye coordination was perfect. Their strength was already well known to you. Somehow you'd have to come up with a way to better your chances at winning.
After much browsing, you decide that the Caribbean Golf mini-golf course looks the most interesting. It has a pirate theme with lots of atmosphere and decor that immerses players in the time of the buccaneers. It's located just up North not far from Venice.
You look for Aro, since he basically makes all the decisions. You find him in the throne room, sitting in a chair while perusing an old manuscript. Neither Marcus or Caius is with him, oddly. The masters almost always seem together in nearly everything they do.
You step up to Aro, waiting for him to acknowledge you, since he knows you're there by your scent alone. You can't sneak up on a vampire.
"Yes, my dear, how may I help you?"
You walk up to the Volturi master and place your hand on his shoulder, smiling down at him. "Aro, are you and the others terribly busy tomorrow?"
"Not at all. Have you something in mind?" He puts down the manuscript and looks up at you, waiting for you to make your request.
"Well, the weather has been so nice, I thought maybe we could go to Jesolo?"
"And what is in Jesolo, dear one?" Aro knows it to be a resort town on the coast, something he was surprised you didn't know, but he humoured you with your requests to go to various locales, even out of country.
"Mmmm...mini-golf? I haven't played in forever, and I found a course called Caribbean Golf that has a pirate theme. It looks like a ton of fun. But I'm not sure if you would care for it. If not, maybe Demetri and Felix could be given permission to join me?"
Aro stands and takes your hands in his. He is trying to give you your privacy as you've requested, but it can be difficult to just turn off his gift. He smiles, pleased by what he has seen. "No, my dear, we will be happy to go with you. Another piece of humanity to be shared with us. Let me speak with Marcus and Caius, but I'm sure they will say yes."
You kiss his cheek, and say, "Thank you, Aro. Let me know." You bounce out of the room, not noticing the Volturi master shaking his head, but he is still smiling.
Aro does as he said and speaks with both Marcus and Caius. As usual, Caius huffs while Marcus plays devil's advocate. As little as he shows it, he enjoys the outings with you.
"Brother, golf? Mini...golf? Is this just for some absurd game?"
"No, Caius, it's for our young ward. You do want her happy, don't you? She so enjoys sharing her experiences with us, and when you think about it, she doesn't ask much of us."
"All right, Aro, we spend a day playing mini-golf for our little human. Besides, the theme is one of interest. I have never been to the Caribbean in all my centuries."
The next morning, Aro's car is waiting out back by the gate, freshly washed and gassed up. Aro insists on driving today, so Caius sits on the right, while you and Marcus sit in back. The air conditioning is turned on since the day is warm and they want you comfortable. The private jet is waiting at the Pisa airport for the short 4 hour plus flight to Venice, then another car will be waiting to drive to the resort town of Jesolo.
On the flight, you lean into Marcus while sitting on one of the sofas, your hand playing with his long graceful fingers. He leans over to kiss your forehead, inhaling your scent that draws you to him. Aro and Caius are sitting at the back of the jet playing chess, deep in the game and ignoring you both. Or are they? You have a feeling Aro is always listening when you're with Marcus.
Aro insists on driving once again until you reach the golf course. Already you see skeletons wearing pirate clothing hanging in the trees and off netting.
At the equipment booth, you each pick out a putter and a ball. The masters go straight for the black and you protest, saying they must each choose a different colour. But when you see three smiles looking at you, you know your leg's being pulled. Caius keeps his black ball, while Aro and Marcus choose new colours.
You start at the first hole, explaining to the masters how to play the game. You go first, making the 2 stroke par easily.
On the third hole, which consists of three hills the ball must go over, you make par, but the three masters make holes-in-one.
"How do you do that?" you ask. "Why doesn't your strength make you hit past your goal? How can you see behind things as if you had Superman's x-ray vision?"
Aro frowns and shakes his head. "My dear, I have no idea the meaning behind what you just said. Who is the super man?"
"Oh, nothing, Aro. I just have a feeling my ego will be taking another bruising today."
By the fifth hole, Caius has made his displeasure known. "This is too easy," Caius says. "Where is the challenge?"
You pull something from your pocket and go over to Caius, then reach up to put a cloth pirate eye patch on Caius, something you found at the booth. "This will be your handicap, smartypants. One-eyed golf." While you straighten the patch, you can hear Caius inhaling. "Will you stop that? Good grief, you guys are ruled by your noses. Ok, there you go. Try playing with no depth perception."
Caius did find it a bit more difficult playing with one eye. But he still managed not to do too badly, as did the other masters. You were holding your own which made you somewhat proud. These were vampires, after all.
On the seventh hole, everyone has to put their ball into the bottom of a keg where it comes out the other side and down an incline to the hole. On another nearby keg, sits a buxom female pirate, her concrete breasts high and round, tied by an appropriate shirt. When it was Caius' turn to putt, he could not stop staring at the statue.
You tap your foot, finally, saying loudly, "Master Caius, you're holding up the line, and...they're not real!"
He gives you a glare, then smiles. "Jealous?"
You throw your ball at him, the ball merely bounces off his chest, while you mutter beneath your breath.
He, of course, hears every word you mutter. "Any day, any time, my little human," he says with a brow-lifting leer.
Behind him, Marcus is not amused.
A while later, on the twelfth hole, you are standing at the far side of the end of the putting green, with Caius up. He takes half a second to judge the distance to and the position of the hole, then swings without considering his strength. The ball flew a bit higher than he meant it to go, when it grazes your head, sending you to the ground. You try to rise, but fall back, unconscious.
You were newly arrived in Italy, a tourist with little more than a small carryon, a passport, a map, several reservations at inexpensive B&Bs, and about 500 euros that would have to last you a week. This was more an immerse yourself into the Italian people and culture trip than a vacation. On your second night, you had been walking the streets of Volterra, enjoying the sights, and talking with some of the locals who wanted to practice their English. It was the trip of a lifetime, and one that nearly ended your life.
It was after 10:00pm, and you hadn't meant to be out so late. You were trying to recall where your hotel was. The street looked familiar, but when you turned the corner, the next one didn't, and now you were lost. While looking at the various buildings hoping to find your B&B, you think you see something behind you, but you hear nothing. Maybe it was just a cat roaming the neighborhood.
You are beginning to feel panic set in. Perhaps if you went up to a door and asked for directions but then, what if they didn't speak English. Then you looked behind you again. There was something there in the shadows, quiet and watching. You chided yourself for the over dramatics. It's only because you're in a strange city at night. You walked faster, with no idea where you were going. If you could just find an open business, they would most likely have someone who spoke English and knew the layout of the city, and could tell you how to get to your B&B.
You continued walking, now sure someone was behind you. Maybe you should stop and face them, yelling loudly. Isn't that what some self defense books say to do? When you turn, a hand grabbed your mouth from behind. You felt hot breath on your ear, and Italian being spoken. Your purse was pulled from your arm roughly, causing you pain. A man on a scooter pulled up beside you, the man holding you throwing your bag to his confederate.
"No! I need that!" you shouted. Before you could continue shouting, the man who was holding onto you was pulled away. You found yourself on the ground, dragged down when your assailant was taken. Maybe you had a knight in shining armour saving the day, but you still lost all your money, and your ID and passport.
You looked up to see another man, dressed in black, grab your assailant, and bury his face in the man's neck. What the hell is he doing? Strong arms picked you up off the ground but when you cried out in pain, you were instantly released. When you turned around, you saw a tall man with long dark hair looking down at you. Soon another man with hair as pale as creme came to stand beside you. His expression frightened you because he didn't look happy at all.
You took a step back from these men, their appearance too odd to fathom. The street light was even making their eyes appear red.
"I just want to thank you for..." You saw the man who attacked you lying in the street. Was he dead? You started walking backwards, tears welling up in your eyes. Were you saved from a robber to end up with something much worse?
The blonde man said, "Brother, you cannot leave him there", only it's Italian you hear.
The tall man picked up the supposed dead man and disappeared. You looked around, wondering where he went. He was there and then he wasn't. A hand suddenly grabbed your good arm, while another was placed over your mouth. You squirmed, feeling cold air on your neck. "Please stop struggling. We will not harm you." It's the one who attacked your robber. In the few seconds you saw him, you notice he has very dark hair, pale skin and...red eyes. That's the last thing you remembered.
When you awoke, you were lying on a bed. You squeezed your arm which felt better. You yawned and looked around the room...to find the three men standing as still as statues near the door. How long had they been there, watching you?
You sat up, and decided the best defense was a friendly offense. "Hello. I just want to thank you for rescuing me. I lost everything I had though." They merely stared at you in response. "What I mean is, is it ok if I stay here for a few days? I need to get back on my feet. Damn, I'm sorry, I should not even be asking you this."
"Child, there is no need for this. You're safe here. We give you our word, you won't be harmed," the tall man had said.
"Harmed. Harmed by what?" you asked, worried.
"In case you haven't already guessed, we're vampires, an ancient race of beings. Yes, my dear, we do exist. And in telling you this, by all rights, you should die. But we feel compelled not to kill you." He smiled oddly. "I am Aro, these are my brothers, Marcus and Caius."
"Um. Aro, is this some sort of vampire code of honour? I mean if I go to sleep, I won't find you've changed your minds."
The blonde you know to be Caius only smiled enigmatically.
You stood up off the bed and walked to them. "Let's assume you're telling me the truth. That means my life is in your hands. And since you were the ones who saved me, I am beholding to you with all due gratitude." You saw the black-haired man called Aro look at the tall one named Marcus, both men nodding once at each other.
"Your life does belong to us, my dear, but it will be for the better, we assure you. You're our...guest. Consider this room and everything in it, yours."
You rouse, hands on you, helping you up.
"Dear one, are you alright? Your have quite the lump on your head." Aro glares at a contrite Caius.
"I am sorry, little human. I never meant to hurt you."
You smile at Caius. "I forgive you. It was just an accident."
"We are done for the day, brothers. Let's get our ward home and into bed."
"Marcus, please help me." You expect him to give you his arm for support, but instead, he lifts you in his arms, carrying you to the car. You lean your head against his hard chest and close your eyes.
You don't realize you'd fallen asleep until you wake up in bed, a cold hand brushing across your forehead. It feels so good, you reach up and hold it on your face. Your eyes open to find Marcus sitting on the bed beside you. You smile up at him, whispering softly, "Thank you." Touching your head, you feel the bump left by the errant golf ball and wince
Marcus gives you a small smile, sympathizing with you. "If you play your cards right, dear one, Caius will do anything you want of him for quite a while."
You laugh, scoot over and pat the spot beside you. Marcus stands, then lies down next to you, his cold body feels so good this near to you. The Volturi masters saved your life one night in Volterra almost a year ago, and now you will be saving the life of one of them. Marcus, a man long dead in spirit and desiring nothing more, finds he has a chance for a new existence, in you. He's glad they didn't kill you that night.