Drew had been wandering around for what seemed like eons. It was probably closer to an hour, but it didn't negate her building rage. The damn fool had abandoned her. She'd taken a left, and then a right. A set of stairs upwards. Then she went down another set.

She'd ended up in some dead end.

"One thing's for sure, I definitely can't go that way." She rolled her eyes turning the way she'd came.

They'd taken a left… then a right… there were stairs… right? She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose with her good hand. She hadn't been paying attention to the path she'd been dragged down. She was too busy focusing on the excruciating pain in her arm. So here she was in some labyrinth, way after work hours. Making it less likely she'd be found by some random student or co-worker. She'd last been in the university. Surely, they couldn't have gone far. If they had would any other vampire be in the premises?

Only one way to find out…

"Is any other vampire lurking down here?! Serious question. Some twat waffle named Caius Volturi decided it would be a good idea to leave a VERY HUMAN-being lost in a trap. One who is mated to said fuck knuckle." She shouted as loudly as she could.

She continued down the hallway taking a right turn. The hall opened wider it was better lit than the left direction.

"Caius Volturi, if I see your dusty crusty face ever again, I am going to turn you into a sparkler. I'm not a chemist but I'm pretty fucking handy. If you don't send someone saner than you are, to retrieve me I will make your immortal life miserable!" She screamed.

She turned left after a few moments only to hit another dead end. She groaned. What sadist designed this place?! She turned around once more trying with no luck to get out. Think about burning Caius over a bonfire. Roasting him with more than words. Drew took a few deep breaths. It didn't touch the red surrounding her vision.

"ARO VOLTURI, MARCUS VOLTURI. I HAVE A LIGHTER AND A MIND TO SET THIS CASTLE ON FIRE! I WILL GET OUT OF HERE ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, CAIUS!"

They had super hearing, right? Then why the fuck were they not responding to her? Was this a sick joke to them? Were they all involved in this?

"I will move back to Canada so fast if this is some fucked up attempt at a joke." She whispered before shouting. "IF SOMEONE DOES NOT RETRIEVE THE DOCTOR FROM THIS MIND FUCK, I WILL MAKE YOU ALL SUFFER! WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A VAMPIRE'S MATE DIES?! DO YOU REALLY WANT TO FACE THAT SHIT?!"

She slumped into herself ignoring the shooting pain in her left shoulder as she did so. She rolled her sleeve up getting a better look at her left arm. A handprint surrounded by red deepening into purple and blue formed. She tentatively moved her arm back, she gasped at the pain when she got a bit back. Damn it… She didn't like the fire burning in her arm as she tried to move her arm forward either. She prayed it wasn't broken.

"Well fuck, she really did a number on me." She grumbled pushing the sleeve down. "CAIUS, if you're waiting around some corner like the creep to jump out…I will torture you! Starting by finding items that can hurt vampires. High voltage tasers. I will make it, so you have no balls. I will boil your teeth. In the end turning you into a firework for my own entertainment."

She took a deep breath and leant against the wall to give herself a small break. Her feet were beginning to hurt, calves burning. She would need to pace herself. She cleared her throat. Soreness already starting from screaming.

"You are quite the creative thing." A deep voice mused.

Drew immediately looked to the newcomer. Dressed in all black, lean built, tall with brown wispy hair. Red eyes zeroed in on her. His thick brow arched while he took her in.

"Yeah, well you try being trapped in here for an hour. In pain because an idiot decided to abandon you." She snapped.

"It's only been forty-five minutes, Dr. Danvers… I heard… a good few of us did." He smirked.

"Why did you wait to reveal yourself?" She demanded.

"I wanted to hear how creative you could be." He shrugged. "Do you really have a lighter?"

Drew dug into her pocket with her good hand and revealed a lighter. "Despite my threat I don't have a taser on me. Only my Swiss army knife."

The vampire before her laughed. He offered his arm to her. "We shall get you back to Master Aro. I didn't expect you to be so funny."

"I'm a wee bit pissed off. Sorry, I shouldn't be taking it out on you. I'm in pain, and willing to murder a specific someone for leaving me here. I didn't even ask your name." She sighed taking deep breaths to calm herself.

"I am Demetri," he advised. "These halls were designed to keep humans out of the castle."

"Mission accomplished there." She rolled her eyes taking the offered arm.

"This way,"

Demetri was gentle with her, going slowly while he guided her through the hallway. The stone walls were all too familiar. Each was identical to another hall. If it was small hall, it mirrored another small hall further up, and vice versa. They took a few right turns and down a set of stairs. He reached a dead end. She had been here already. She may have been messed up, but this was where she'd been left. She turned to glare at him, mouth opened.

He pressed on the stone. It swung inward revealing a nicer marble floored hallway with high lights and arches. He helped her through. The hall was filled with art works, despite no windows it was spacious. These looked more familiar to the castle halls she'd seen glimpses of with Aro and Marcus. She relaxed slightly in her steps.

She recognized a secretary desk surrounded in a stone shell. No one was behind it though. They made a quick left and into an elevator. The trip down was quick to the third basement level. Eerie elevator music filled the silence.

The mirror across from her revealed, she had quite a few frizzy curls that stood out from the others. She was flushed in the face she could see it trickling down her neck dipping into her shirt. Drew really couldn't find it in her to care about the fact she was disheveled.

They finally exited onto the third level. Demetri didn't say anything to her whilst allowing her to take in the various tapestries and art. One of a castle burning with many figures caught her eye. She noted in the burning flames of the castle, figures were blurred as if people were on fire. She squinted closer, seeing one figure in the bottom corner. It was haunting, the face of a woman on her knees in the background looking so anguished.

"Master Aro, and Master Marcus have finished trial but linger within the throne room." Demetri explained catching her attention.

They picked up their pace once more. She didn't really understand what he meant by trial but didn't linger. They stopped in front of two heavy wooden doors.

They swung open.

Drew took a hesitant step forward pausing when Demetri dropped her arm. He motioned with his arm out for her to proceed first. She did as he silently suggested. She eyed up the large circular room.

Three story high stone walls, a few slits in the top she noted looked to let in light. Marble pillars climbed upwards as did a domed ceiling. Beautiful artwork was painted upon it. Many clouds and angels. People lounging about. She followed the room seeing Latin scripture, 'No one is above the Law.'

She dropped the gaze to straight ahead, the floor slanted ever so lightly towards a drain in the ground. At the far side five thrones sat upon a raised dais. Two of which were occupied. Aro and Marcus… Bastard was lucky he wasn't here. She may have cooled a fraction, but she'd still torch him.

In a flash, Aro stood before her. He was shrouded in a large black cloak. Concern twisted his face as he looked her over, zeroing in on her arm. The citrus, musk surrounded her the closer he got. She sighed meeting his merlot gaze.

The room was silent, the doors closing thundered around them. She bit her bottom lip, her gut churned. He didn't embrace her or try to take her hand. She shifted her weight to under the scrutiny. She groaned pain shooting through her arm with the movement. She'd been injured. She mentally reminded herself.

"Now if you'd been wearing that when you said you were a vampire, I'd have believed you." She broke the silence.

"Amore, are you alright?" Aro whispered rolling her sleeve up.

"Absolutely peachy keen." She drawled.

Aro was careful as he helped slip her left arm from the shirt. Below she'd worn a camisole for warmth. She heard fabric rip as the thin strap of the camisole fell.

"The bra is able to be made strapless, don't rip it." She warned, eyes wide. "This is one of my favorites."

"May I remove the strap?" He met her gaze searching.

"Why?"

"To inspect your shoulder," he replied, patiently waiting.

"Fine." She bit her lip looking away from her arm.

She really didn't want to see what shape her arm was in, the bruising and swelling was enough to tell her she was hurt. Drew glanced around seeing the room was empty except for the three of them.

Aro's cool fingers traced her shoulder blade. He applied pressure. She inhaled sharply.

"We will need to x-ray this." He murmured.

"First I get to murder your brother." She snapped, as he let her arm gently down. "Where is Caius? Surely, he'd come crawling to you for protection. I want to make good on my words. He's dead —more dead than he currently is. I'm going to make sparklers out of him after finding things that can hurt a vampire. Can I borrow Thing?"

"My idiot brother can wait. The hand has been returned to its owner." Aro replied.

"What has our brother done to incur this rath?" Marcus questioned.

"Ah, let me relay the night. I caught a vampire apparently stocking the supply closet when I went to get ink for my printer. She panicked dragged me into some crazy hallways. Your lovely dick of a brother beheaded her. Snapped at me for not realizing the danger, and then abandoned me in said tunnels. I wandered aimlessly for nearly an hour while in pain and injured." She vented.

Aro's face contorted further with fury. His red eyes swallowed by black. Marcus approached the two of them, a similar anger written in his features.

"He will be punished, for this. You must not worry for it." Aro's voice dropped a few octaves coated in ice.

"Oh no, I'm the one turning his balls into firecrackers." Drew took a step back. "Where is the poor excuse of a King?"

She didn't have supplies like she wanted. She'd like to make a spectacle of the event but setting him alight would be fun. She had a lighter for that.

"Doctor, while I do believe Caius deserves this anger. You will regret it." Marcus interrupted her train of thought. "When a mate dies, all involved perish. It is a delicate thing these bonds. Despite your anger, and hatred. You will only hurt your future yourself. Is he worth suffering all eternity for?"

Drew paused. "Eternity?"

"Yes."

The damned walking prickle bush seriously would impact her for eternity? She scrunched her nose up remembering the conversation with Aro of how mated vampires could not harm each other and to lose mate was the worst pain. She'd lost a lot of loved ones very dear to her. She'd gone through therapy to cope with it many times. Even so many years later it hurt. Would she really wish to force her future self to suffer so? Eternity in pain for some man?

Caius Volturi was not worth her own suffering. There had to be other ways to make him pay. Revenge would need to be a cold served dish for him. She'd need to strike when he wasn't expecting it. Anything rash wouldn't be as satisfying, anyways.

"Fucking absolute fucknut." She grumbled.

Marcus sighed hearing her language.

Aro stepped close once more and traced the bruises on her arm. The throbbing fire was shooting up and down her left arm. She sighed. She saw the grim looks on both men. They didn't need to hear her ranting like this. Caius should be getting the earful.

"He is most likely in his art studio, hiding amongst his paintings. Leave him for now, you need to be tended to."

"My questions don't always need to be answered." She rolled her eyes. "Especially the ones that are unwanted and pertaining to him."

"It may be best brother, if you escort Drew to the infirmary. The longer that is not set the worse it may be."

"He will rue the day he wished to start a war with me…"

"Rightly, so brother." Aro conceded. "Doctor, let us go."

She immediately focused in on him.

"Your arm, I fear it may be dislocated or broken. We must have x-rays done to see if it is so." He advised.

Drew shook the anger that clouded her thoughts. "Good idea. Is the urgent care open here in Volterra?"

"We have the equipment on site we can tend to this. No need to involve the police in our affairs. It can be quite hard to replace them in this town." He replied, leading her from the room and down the hall.

"Ah, right. They might think someone beat me." She nodded agreeing. "Well more so like this was domestic violence. Which this wasn't on your brother. He killed the vampire that did this."

"I am glad to hear he didn't." He cringed slightly. "That as well, the line of questioning would lead to exposure."