Rain splattered against the window as she stared out of it, one of the few windows in the castle, and her fingers traced the patterns that the sliding droplets of water created, a small smile on her face as she did so. It was nice to be allowed a short reprieve from training, even if it was for only an hour.
The approaching sound of footsteps drew her attention, and she glanced up from the window just in time to see a glass of blood held in front of her, a pale white hand holding it, and the owner of the said hand sat across from her, red eyes glittering slyly under a mop of dark brown hair. "Tired?" Alec asked and she snorted, holding the glass of blood with both hands.
He smirked. "You should know, I believe Master Caius will be observing you when your training resumes. Best to not disappoint him," he drawled, the mocking tone of his voice making her narrow her ruby red eyes. "Funny. I don't recall collapsing last session," she pointed out, and he hummed, swallowing a mouthful of blood from his own glass. "That is true; you did show progress on that. I still don't understand how you can collapse though." He replied with a frown.
Olivia chewed the inside of her cheek before replying. "I think it is because my body, immortal and indestructible regardless, becomes drained of the strength it takes to process this immense power that the darkness gives me. I never really had to use it before I joined the Volturi. No other coven dared to cross Geoffrey once I was added to the coven, and he trained me enough to figure out how to use it, and harness the darkness just enough to ward off any threats to everyone."
A scoff left Alec. "He profited off of your pain, Olivia." He corrected harshly and she went silent. "He used you for his own gain. Do you know how we found out about your little coven?" He drawled and she shook her head, taking a drink from her glass of blood as he answered. "It was because Geoffrey was building an army, with you at the centre of it. Why do you think he spend hours gruelling you, tormenting you, punishing you for the slightest imperfection? He was training you, Olivia."
The forever physically fifteen year old swallowed roughly. "No, he wasn't," she whispered and he smirked cruelly. "Yes, he was, Olivia. We heard about you because he was bragging about his newest weapon -you." He breathed and she shook her head, her eyes becoming covered with a sheen of unshed tears. "I was not a weapon." She whimpered desperately.
Alec gave dull smirk. "Yes, you were, Olivia, and we both know it too."
-Just something to get the ball rolling again :)