A sharp hiss left her lips as she felt the darkness swirling around inside of her, the pain pushing to the point of becoming unreal. It was unbearable. Was this how life was to be like from now on? A constant never-ending cycle of torment and pain? Was it even possible to feel this amount of pain anyways? Surely not, but then again, not all the inhabitants of the earth had been subjected to the cornerstone of the Volturi's fiery blaze of a torture that was Jane.
Her once red eyes were black when the mist evaporated from her trembling palm, and she closed it as quick as she could with a soft sigh, glancing at the dark haired immortal who stood behind her. "This is of no use. I don't like to think about the past, and yet you insist on making me remember it for some rather absurd yet unknown reason. What is it? You wish to cause me mental anguish because you aren't the sibling who can cause actual pain?"
A dark smirk crossed the vampires face as he walked over towards her, red eyes searching for the answers he desired, albeit rather mockingly. "That would be a good reason behind my actions, yes, but no, that isn't it. I'm unfortunately burdened with you until you learn to control this talent of yours. I don't have forever."
"Ha," Olivia deadpanned, her eyes moving to her hands and staring at them as if they were responsible for the situation she was in. "I didn't ask for this talent," she muttered and he sighed as though her words were only adding to his suffering. "Of course you didn't. Must we linger on your self-pitying and not on how to reign in your gift? I do have other tasks that need me later, just so you are aware."
She sighed, looking at him. "I don't know what training you went through, but if you think that this is enjoyable in any way for me then you happen to be mistaken. Sometimes I wish I had never met Geoffrey, that I had remained oblivious to the existence of another species and whole other world with their own doings. I could've had a life different than this lonesome existence."
He scoffed under his breath. "You would rather be weak and one of those vermin? Forever, or at least for the pathetic short lifespan you would've been subjected to, being used as a broodmare to further someone's worthless bloodline? Perhaps you do belong in the dark."
Black eyes narrowed at red ones. "I never said that; I said sometimes. Being immortal isn't as desired to some, some like me. Yes, I enjoy causing pain because that was all that was caused to me as a child. Yes, I enjoy slaughtering those who've done no wrong because it makes me feel powerful and gives me a control I never had as a mortal. I don't want to be weak, and I'm not feeble or pathetic either. Almost got away from your tracker, didn't I? At least bodily wise I did, even if he could've tracked me for miles and miles." She retorted.
He smirked again. "So you didn't get away then, bodily or not, or, correct me if I'm wrong, you wouldn't be here." He retorted and she merely responded with a delicate roll of her eyes and a scowl that could have darkened the world had it had the will to do so.
A soft groan left her lips as she slid down the wall, a person her size impression left behind as she felt cracks healing all over her back, the slight sting of the venom betraying their existence. She narrowed her eyes and picked herself up off the floor. "Again."
The giant vampire opposite her chuckled, cracking his knuckles noisily. "You're one determined little girl," Felix mused, a sly grin on his face. Her jaw clenched. She was so sick of this, of both him and his smug attitude every single time he pummeled her into the marble floor of the deeply underground training room. It was infuriating how easily he bested her each and every God damn time.
"I'm not a little girl," she hissed back and he grinned wider, seemingly pleased he was gaining a reaction from her. "Compared to the majority of those here, you are, Olivia." He mocked and rage simmered inside her before she blurred forward in a raged attack.
That grin was huge, and he reached to fling her back, but all those times of doing that same move over and over again had caught up with him, for she ducked at just the right time as his large hand sailed right past her dirty blonde tendrils. She delivered a harsh, abrupt kick to the back of the giant immortal, sending him stumbling forward from the unexpected attack. He straightened almost immediately though, whirling around to face her with an amused look. "I see you've learnt something at least in all of the thirteen hours we've been in here." He grinned and she shrugged as those her physical age did. "I guess I did." She murmured quietly and he nodded, going to say something but he cocked his head towards the closed mountainous doors instead. A hungry smirk spread across his face. "Dinner." He drawled, taking a glance at her as she too tuned into the sound of chattering, walking tourists whose hearts she could hear pumping the very thing that sustained her around their fragile, mortal bodies. "You coming, tiny?" He pressed, using another of his irritating nicknames for her that he'd come up with.
Olivia shook her head distantly, having picked up another all too familiar scent that was lurking close by. "No," she responded. "I fed from the last dinner." She stated and he grinned, heading for the door. "All the more for me then." He called before rushing out of the double doors, leaving them slightly ajar.
It hadn't even been a minute before the source of the scent she'd picked up in slipped inside, the all too familiar dark mist swirling through the air towards where she stood. "Are you ready to try again?" Its owner asked.
Olivia held her hand towards it at as though she was simply greeting an old friend. It slithered into her being through her palm, black veins appearing upon her creamy white skin showing the path it took into her body. She nodded once, and Alec stood back, merely content to watch.
She concentrated. Aro was becoming impatient with her lack of progress, and as much as the feeling was unwanted and disliked, she was worried. She knew from experience with Geoffrey and her own bastard father what happened when someone was disappointed in her.
It typically didn't end well, what so bloody ever.
The wisps and soon billows of darkness slithered from her fingertips as though it was her own. It sort of suctioned itself to the floor before twisting and curling to a height not that much taller than either herself of of Alec, who stood silent with watchful eyes as she practiced the damn hardest she could. Black coiled through the air, creating a now thick, smokey centered oval shape that centered from the ground to around a little taller than the silent vampire who was now watching just that little more closer than he had been beforehand. Figured he would once she was doing something worthy of his attention.
That oval created from darkness suddenly bulged, and then it molded itself to her skin, turning her blonde hair the blackest black colour, and it was then and only then he walked forward, observing the change over her. "What is this?" He questioned, and she frowned thoughtfully before her eyes met his. "I have an idea. Attack me." She stated and he didn't hesitate, a fist sailing through the air towards her.
The response was swift, and immediate -the dark that covered her sent a tendril forward towards it, and Alex found himself flung backwards, his own form hitting the indent she'd made in the same wall earlier. He was on his feet and in front of her in less time it took a human to blink. He gazed around at the obvious darkened tinge that covered her usually creamy white skin. "Impressive," he mused, red eyes gazing at her accomplishment, if it could be called one that was. It was a small feat, but a huge one for herself, of course, for she could barely do anything.
"Yes, quite impressive." A voice mused also from the shadows, and both pairs of crimson red eyes moved to the source, neither having noticed Aro entering the room, his robes billowing behind him as he approached them, giving the impression he was gliding. His milky red eyes surveyed her feat. "I do wonder if it could stretch to others, such as your fellow guard, for instance? If this is the very least you could do with little to no training and just a push, I do wonder what you could do after a few decades here..." He trailed off, his eyes gleaming with wonder.
Olivia shuddered as the darkness abruptly left her body, this time the pain not as great as before -it was as though she had earned the respect of it somewhat and it'd decided not to punish her today. She swayed a little, but after a few moments, the normally physically draining weakness did not cause her to collapse to the marbled floor. Aro still waved for one of his most prized guards to support her in case she did, but she placed a hand on his chest to stop him, the highly ranked guard stopping his action. She swallowed venom, her eyes now coal, and her hair back to its original blonde, as her creamy skin was the same.
Aro raised a brow. "You've made much progress, Miss Felton." He acknowledged, pressing his fingertips together in a prayer like hold and holding them to his mouth in silent thought. "Perhaps you should recuperate and begin anew tomorrow, once you've nourished yourself, of course. You may go." He ordered, giving a pointed look to Alec to accompany her so no, accidents, happened on the way there. He then breezed from the grand, marbled room, leaving the two vampires alone with the other.
Author note: So I updated huh... Yeah, I know its been a long while, but I'll try to update once I get the time -college is pretty intense right now.