A/N: This is the last of the four-chapter update. Check my Tumblr page for the next update to keep posted on which of your favorite story I'm working on. "Lady," belongs to D'Angelo. Also there will be an inside joke in this chapter about Marcus. I'll tell you the history of how that came about in the end. Please do not judge me—I have a lot of other crazy mess that
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You're my lady
You're my lady
You're my lady
You're my lady
Don't think I don't see them looking at ya.
All of them wishing they could have ya.
And as a matter of fact, uh a bunch of them are itchin' for you to scratch'em
I'm tired of hiding what we feel I'm trying to get with the real
And I'm-a gonna make it known Cause I want them to know
Lady ~ D'Angelo
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Lady Part I.
She was gracious in her walk, not in away of a trained dancer, but more in a likeness to a cat. In truth her persona was very much feline: mysterious, independent, and alluring. And if there was any cat that she could easily be compare to it was more then likely a tiger.
In this moment she was a tigress on the hunt; however, this tigress knew exactly who her prey was.
Last night was perfect and it seem that her morning was going to continue in that same manner.
Earlier, Aro and Caius had held interviews with the female staff that had some grievance with Valentina.
Aro had taken the liberty of reading their minds- seeing their thoughts on the events that they describe in their report. Everything had match accordingly.
Aaliyah understood their reasoning; they wanted her to be beyond reproach from anyone, image of strength and sense of justice was most important to the rulers within and out of the castle (despite their questionable ideology on justice and morals).
Especially now since they've had a mate-her image and character had to be protected from any type of false criticism.
The character of a jealous mate was such an easy rumor to paint- after all Valentina had sexual relations to both men prior to mating with her. Wouldn't any woman want too disposed of any former competition?
A rumor that could easily stain her reputation in vampire society: many already thought the Volturi as merciless and power hungry-and if false accusations went around that they've found a mate just exactly like them opposition would surly follow.
The conclusion to their little meeting was inevitable; Valentina needed to be disposed.
In normal fashion such executions were handle by Aro and Caius; however, with one single touch and the flash of memories detailing the disrespect that she faced by the irrelevant female who thought to high of a position that was only there till they mated.
That was all it took for them to allow her to deal with the obnoxious tramp—the target for her hunt.
The leer on her features held a sadistic self-satisfaction when her prey was in sight. Had this been any other person she would have felt sorry for them; however, Valentina had pushed way too many of her buttons that empathy was an emotion she had no understanding at this moment.
Valentina unsuspecting of the predator that was lurking was lost in her thoughts. Her emotions were in an uproar with her on the edge of paranoia.
It had been a week in a half since being in the presence of her royal lovers. They had shared a dalliance during the morning…and in the normal fashion her lovers had called out the name of that self-righteous uptight bitch.
If she had any type of sense she would've discontinued their liaisons. It was the ultimate sign of disrespect that no one should be treated.
It was obvious where their hearts had truly lain and what they truly thought of her.
The feeling of hurt pride didn't end there; it had plummeted when being introduce to the infamous Aaliyah.
Aaliyah was intimidating in looks and her air was asphyxiating to the feeble woman. She didn't like it. The woman wasn't even an immortal, yet she held herself in this untouchable aura.
Gathering more information, she had learned not only did the two kings she had relations with were enamored of her, but so was their unemotional brother.
The more she learned, it was a fact real known amongst everyone that Aaliyah was in all-rights the silent queen of the castle and held power over everyone including the guards, because of the kings amity towards her. She was envious of such endearment and power.
Her animosity towards the woman seem to rise; everyone spoke highly of her even the ones who held a dislike for her still held some semblance of respect.
And the feeling continued to boil when she was around her. The woman was close to perfection than any imperfect human could achieve.
And that constant reminder as well being called her name during such intimate settings with them had caused a deep seeded hatred for the woman.
Oh, she knew that Aaliyah had some sort of feelings for the kings-it was something in her manner that seem to change when she was around them, yet she was holding back.
The rumors that Aaliyah was prude and seem to be in the making of an old-maid; was absolute true in her opinion the woman had a stick so far up her ass…as though she was the Virgin Mary.
It was the only power she held over the woman: the fact that she knew that she, Valentina, was fucking her precious kings on the regular whether one or both at the same time.
She took to taunting her showing much disrespect to the prim bitch. Of course her taunting had escalated towards the female staff-human staff, knowing the immortal woman wouldn't hesitate to put her in her place.
But she was simply slipping from her current situation.
Rumors had been floating around that Aaliyah was having an affair with all three of the kings.
She had brushed it off as simply away for the female staff to get her back—childish attempt, but at least it was an attempt. However, when the time that she and her lovers engaged in their afternoon liaisons accorded they had cancel on her.
Her suspicion became clear when Aaliyah had not shown her self-righteous self for at least three days
Rumors spread that she was recovering from a night with all three of the kings. Especially, when there were orders of expensive gifts and delectable meals being sent to her quarters those three days.
She was becoming anxious each day as her two lovers completely gave her the cold shoulders.
The rumors seem to grow even more and more as the days passed. She was becoming paranoid, because if those rumors that were swirling around Aaliyah and the kings were to turn out to be true… she was in some deep shit.
She knew about what happen to the last secretary and fear began to crouch up on her at the thought that she might be in her place.
"Hem-hem," was the sound that interrupted her thoughts.
Standing before her in her sickening glory was a highly amused Aaliyah.
The condescending smirk on her lips with the air of amusement, and blank expressive eyes seem to be a mixture of all three of her mates.
It was the perfect picture.
Valentina turned staring at her in a cold patronizing way; as though she was simply humoring Aaliyah by having her in her company.
"Can I help you?" her tonality was lazy with an underlay of disinterest.
However, Aaliyah knew this woman despite her fake bravo was shitting-bricks right now. The anxiety was becoming overwhelming that she was surprise that she didn't completely lose it.
Valentina knew why she was here in front of her-but she wasn't going to go down easy. Aaliyah already knew it, after dealing with the tramp for a good three months; she knew that Valentina liked to play dirty and hit below the belt, and act as though she was untouchable.
Will before she go to her finally destination she was going to teach her why you shouldn't fuck with her.
"My family have served this coven for generations and there has always been women like you Valentina. Different name and face, but same attitude, with the same purpose, and the same use," the last two words was said with such disgust that in honesty she had felt like filth.
"But unlike them…you, Valentina, are something special."
The unsuspecting woman didn't know whether to take the comment as a compliment or an insult. But having it said from the woman in front of her; she knew that it was more the latter then the first.
"And how so Aaliyah?" she reply with such contempt with a sneer on her features.
She stood folding her arms across her chest making it quite clear that she disliked the woman before her and wasn't going to back down from whatever game she was playing.
"You've found away to not only to irritate me to a degree that many of your former predecessor could, but rub all the female staff the wrong way. I must say you've became the most hated individual in the castle by such a short time."
Valentina couldn't hide the smirk that came to her lips taking in pride that her taunting had worked on the uptight bitch.
While her simple mind had only paid attention on a single insignificant fact she should have paid attention to the last statement—correction keywords: short time.
"It is with my great satisfaction and your absolute dissatisfaction—you've been terminated. And knowing how hard for you to comprehend anything I've said in the past I'll make it short… you're fired."
"WHAT!" her attention full focused on the woman who seems to be amused by firing her.
"Alexander…Michael."
Two immortals had secured her within their grasped—their expression was completely blank and the laughable attempt of the woman's struggle had barely caused them to blink.
"Before they drain you completely there is one thing I wanted to tell you—the rumors that's been spreading around of late…well…its true. Have a nice lunch fella's, but I doubt she'll be appetizing."
She made her exit with all the grace of a tiger after the kill, while the screams of her victim still ringing throughout the hall.
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The paper with the Volturi emblem graced her pillow with the perfect script of Aro's penmanship.
Business should always be mixed with pleasure.
We've been invited to a popular establishment tonight.
I'll be expecting you at 8o'clock.
I wonder how you'll look in a little black dress.
Unattractively she rolled her eyes while going through the back of her mind of several little black numbers she had in her closet. A brilliant smile came to her features—she had the perfect outfit in mind.
She wonders how long the business transition happen before they get to the pleasure.
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To vampire society the most contentious Volturi guard would have been the devil twins Jane and Alec. However, since none of them actually knew the workings of the Volturi coven except for one (who was under oath to never reveal any of the inner workings of the coven).
Their accusation would be wrong.
Truth-be-told the twins were actually personable; the only time when they became ironclad is when duty called and when they needed to present theirselves pernicious.
The real controversial guard in the coven was Renata…Aro's personal bodyguard.
Correction—her main issue came from the prominent guards; who disliked her solely on the fact that her arrogance and attitude towards them had been disgusting.
Not only were she the personal bodyguard of the foremost king, but also she was highly ranked along with Jane and Alec. Meaning she rule over them and there was absolutely nothing they could do.
Their indignation towards her was also due to her morbid loyalty towards Aro. Many within the castle even the mortal staff had found her to exaggerate her duties.
Some had assumed that Chelsea had probably overemphasized when binding her loyalties to Aro. That assumption had proven to be faulty since Chelsea hadn't used her powers on Renate since the first binding.
No, the answer was simple and disturbing; she was obsessive, obsessively loyal, which could turn into complete jealousy and possessive in the way of a mate. Which was made worst since there were occasions when Aro bedded the immortal woman every now and then.
She was always in a constant state of agitation when she was not by Aro's side. She abhors the fact that he went out to great lengths to put himself into danger without her shield for his protection.
Like now, the news that he was leaving the castle tonight without informing her such critical information had her in a state of distress and vexation. What further aggravated her was the information that—that girl was accompanying him.
Aaliyah was a consent thorn to her side since the day Aro had discovered the human child held an physic ability that seem to far great and beneath her to have.
The look he had given to the young child was the same look and wonder he had shown for her and the twins when he first discovered them.
However, she held certain privileges over the twins that were an irritation to them and amusement to her.
But the girl child Aaliyah was another issue; she was in truth her only competition within the castle. The years progressed the girl-child become more than a new toy in Aro's ever growing collection. No, she had gained his trust, friendship, respect, and love—not only him but also his brothers. She had become a threat. The threat had become very clear on the day she returned home after going to school abroad. The girl-child that had left returned back a woman—in name and actions.
She heard the rumors that the kings had finally claimed her as their mate. She simply refused the notion that Aro would have claim a human as his mate when there were so many immortal women that could entice him.
Anyone was better then that girl-child. Although she might feel and think such actions she knew never to voice them out.
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He was known for his thespian showmanship with the air of power and a regal stance. Image of power was the greatest tool of intimidation. Standing within a finely black tailored Tom Ford suit, ebony locks brush back without a strain out of place, cologne that was warm and spice—homage to his mates natural scent. The only jewelry he had bother to have on was a Rolex; not bothering to were the coven emblem chain—after all where they were going everyone knew who he was and knew not to cross any lines whatsoever. His eyes were turned to the gold piece around his wrist it was barely 7:50 and already the anticipation was nulling at him. He wanted to see his mate.
Officially this would be their first night together—not counting the time with his brothers or their little rendezvous in her office. He was feeling left out when his brothers were sweeping details about their mate in the morning. He hated being left in the dark.
Of course that didn't mean he didn't eavesdropped into their conversation. But the bastards made sure their voice was barely audiblefor even him to pick up—even avoiding his touch so he couldn't look at their memories.
Bastards.
He figured this was away of payback for setting them up in that meeting, while he took their mate in several positions within her office. A self-satisfying smile came to his lips he really couldn't wait for later on.
As much that he wanted to be lost in the thoughts of the activities that his mate and he would be doing later on someone took it upon themselves to interrupt the very aroused and impatient king.
"Master."
Renata stood before him the look of distressed and irritation was itched on her features. As much as she tried to cover the irritation up—Aro had bedded this woman on numerous occasions he could tell ever single one of her emotions she tried to hide.
"Yes, Renata," he didn't hide the disapproval from his voice. She had interrupted a must pleasing fantasy of the woman he was waiting on. Plus he knew that his mate disliked—maybe even loath Renata; he did not want her presence to change her mood.
"Master, I was informed that you were lea-" she was instantly cut off.
"Yes."
"Would my-"again she was interrupted by the growingly annoyed immortal.
"No—I would expect that if I had asked for you to accompany me I would've given you those orders."
He was cross and she instantly bowed her head not wanting to cause any strife to her master.
"I'm sorry for overstepping my boundaries."
"You should."
"May I accompany-"and once more she was cut off.
"No, Renata. I have three guards accompany me they are perfect capable in handing whatever incident should it arrived."
"But master I am better capable in protecting you," she was pleading, not liking the fact that he would be under protected.
His patience was growing thin to the point he was ready to sever her head from her shoulders he took one menacing step towards the exasperating woman—when the sounds of heels clicking caught his attention. Renate had seen the threatening step towards her with a black look upon his eyes.
She had truly overstepped this time cowering before him in an attempt to show her sovereign the respect that was due. She had not heard the sound of clicking heels or that her king had turned his attention away from her.
Aro was simply drinking in the sight that was before him; the dress was far beyond anything he had ever seen her wear before. It was considered indecent—yet it was completely appetizing to him. He had asked her to wear a little black dress he just didn't know she'd take it literally.
The dress stopped at her mid-thigh the lace detailing at the hem was teasing especially what she laid between her legs.
The deep v-cut was covered by the same lace detailing like her hem pulled together by loose black strings that made a web-like design.
Teasing those with the valley of her chest and the plumpness of the side of her breast. The leather jacket she wore was like a second skin enhancing those curves that seem to bring a thirst within him.
But his eyes were caught on her legs—those divine legs that seem to go on into infinity was only enhanced by the fishnet stockings she had on and the leather heel boots.
Her hair was down with a swooped bang covering her right eye. Instead of the usual natural earthly colors she had chosen a smoky eye with red tempting lips that could shame the reddest rose.
His brother was absolutely right when he nicknames her Hathor, but at this moment she was the personification of sin and temptation.
She just wanted somebody to die tonight.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," her voice was smooth like honey, but the underlay was filled with venom.
The possessiveness was making its self-known within her and the bond. She didn't want this bitch around her man despite knowing that with her gift it was essential. However, if she could limit the presence she most definitely would.
"No, Renata was leaving," the dismissal was clear. If her heart were still alive it would've twisted within her. Never had her master treated her in such a manner in all the centuries she was by his side. Now, because of this girl child he would treat her with such disrespect.
"Master," she bowed once more. She didn't dare to turn her eyes on Aaliyah walking quickly pass her she took in her scent. The rumors were true—her Aro had mated this filthy mortal along with his brothers. Hatred had soared within her breast. She was in need to hunt to let out this aggression within her.
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"So where are we going?" she asked watching as he occupies his time by rubbing his hand against her thigh. His palm against the fishnets that rubbed against her flesh was causing that all familiar twitch of her heat.
"Felix has a friend that owns a club of sorts…"
"The Palace," knowing fully well the club he spoke of.
"How—Never mind, it would be unlike you not to know."
"I must say I've been fascinated for awhile to go."
"Really?" he looked at her questioningly.
"I wonder how he kept such order by having both vampires and humans at his establishment," she mused. Aro took the opportunity to move closer her heat radiating off to him drinking in her glorious scent. His lips brushed her neck.
"I thought you knew everything?" he said lightly brushing against her flesh with tender kisses.
"I enjoy to be surprise every now and then," she spoke.
His hands brushed against tender flesh a little reminder of her night with Marcus; she flinched a little from his touch.
"A little tender?" he asked
"A little," she whispered.
"I figure you and Marcus had an interesting night?"
"Very much so although—"she stopped as a certain memory from the night before had caught her attention. She couldn't help but blush—she couldn't even speak it.
"Although what?" he knew many of his brothers sexual tastes he wanted to know whether or not she would speak.
"Although…I never knew a can-opener could be so useful," causing her mate to fill the car with his laughter.
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This is part one—the second part will be part of a 4-chapter update next time. Check my Tumblr page for stories updates or which story I'm working on now.
So the "can-opener" comments…. let me tell you a story about two friends having a random and funny conversation about the Volturi. My friend Mo was talking smack about Marcus and came to this conclusion that Marcus would be boring in bed. A strict defender of Marcus Volturi I told her and I quote "Girl boom, Marcus might be the type that likes BDSM. You'll be on the bed and he'll surprise you by pulling out a can opener."
Of course that one statement caused both of us to laugh and ever since then been an inside joke of ours. Now you know the silliness of my best friend and I's conversation.