She watched as he rushed about the room with a certain gracefulness, going about his purpose briskly. She watched with a small, yet slightly anxious tilt of her lips, one he caught as he paused to pick his cloak up, the heavy thick, dark fabric having been resting around her shoulder, cocooning her in his comforting scent. "Don't worry," he stated with a simple smile on his face, one he reserved for only her and his twin. "It is just a simple surveillance scout; they won't even know we're there."
Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she reached up to help fasten his cloak around his shoulders. He willingly accepted her assistance, a sort of amused smirk on his pale lips as he watched her fasten it, her features drawn together in concentration as she went about her task. She rarely let her guard down, even around him, so when she did, it was a wonderous, yet slightly amusing, sight to see. He reached down to her face, gently guiding her lips to his as she kept her hands resting upon his shoulder.
A soft sigh left her lips as she pulled back. "Kissing me will not dispel the worry I feel, Alec," she whispered. "I have a feeling something will go wrong, and I cannot shake it. Something doesn't feel as it should." A hand moved from his shoulder to cup his face, her thumb gently moving over his cheekbone. "I know you feel it too." She murmured.
Alec gave a thought to her words. Something did feel off, but it wasn't something to be concerned about. Every mission they undertook carried a risk, a certain danger, hance why they always travelled as a group. Their unique talents combined would defend against any offensive, that was always soemthing they were sure of, no one could defeat them with their collective talents.
"I wish I was coming with you," she breathed softly and he raised a brow in ill-amusement. "So you could run off and sacrifice yourself at the first chance you get?" He drawled, his tone showing he found it amusing yet still quite unimpressive. "I think not, mio amore." He mumbled, pressing his lips to hers once more. "I look forward to returning to your embrace," he murmured, a small smile tilting at her pale lips. "I look forward to you returning to me," she whispered back, pressing her mouth against his once more, her hands moving through his hair.
She stood in the throne room, her hands neatly clasped in front of her as she observed the clean-up taking place from the latest procurement that the violet eyed immortal beside her had brought to them. Heidi gave her a nudge. "Looking forward to his return?" She gave a wicked whisper, Olivia meeting her eyes with a deadpanned, still slightly amused, ruby red eyed gaze. "I believe that is between himself and I," she whispered back with an amused lilt to her voice, the vampire beside her giving her an amused look before turning back to the three masters, the latest secretary approaching them with a crudely bound parcel.
Olivia eyed it curiously, able to detect Alec's scent on something inside it even from across the room. She could detect more; Jane's, Felix's, Demetri's. Was it something they had sent?
Aro eyed it too for a moment before he opened it, his eyes widening before they narrowed furiously and he dropped the package to the ground, a metal clink telling her there was something inside it, but before she could look, her master spoke, his words heavily coated by barely concealed fury. "They have our guards," came the words she had hoped she would never hear, the violet eyed woman beside her reaching for her hand and gripping it tightly, her thumb rubbing across the knuckles of her hand as Olivia willed herself not to collapse to a heap on the floor. He eyed her for a moment before reading the card, translating it from Russian to English. "Bring us the whore, bring us the one whom I have unfinished business with, and your guards will be returned back to you, unharmed. Surely one can't be worth four; I know you'll make the right, and wise, decision."
Her world felt numb. Heidi glanced down at her, before, with a quick nod from Aro, she led the young girl from the room, a hand on her back to steady her as she did so.
Olivia laid numb for hours, wrapped up in the sheets that held Alec's scent. She was numb. It was her fault they had been taken, were no doubt doing unspeakable, horrific things to them. Would they do the same to Jane as they had to her? Venom rose in her throat, almost as if it were the equivalent of being sick for a vampire, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Why wouldn't they let her go, rectify this problem?
It was devastating; while she loved him, would do anything for him, she would rather her life be taken than see him, and the others, lose theirs. Her life wasn't worth four of theirs, much less more valued, more experience guards who had more worth to the Volturi than she did. It was gut-wrenching to not be allowed to sacrifice herself to save the many, but that didn't mean she couldn't plead her case, even if it was for the last time.
She slipped from the room, making her way towards the brothers office, a rare place for anyone to go. Only the highest, most elite guard went there. It was almost as if he had knew she would come, for when she arrived, the door opened, Chelsea stood there, her expression solemn as she ushered her inside, shutting the door behind her. The auburn haired woman had been a mentor to Alec and Jane, becoming almost a mother figure to them during their assimilation to this life; he was fond of her, she knew that, and the woman's expression told her she felt their capture almost as strongly as she herself did.
Aro stood behind the desk, his face weary, and he looked at her. "I can only guess what you're here for," he murmured, pressing the points of his fingers together. She swallowed back venom before she straightened and nodded. "I wish to go after them," she murmured back and he nodded, a weary sigh leaving his lips. "Dear child, you do know what they will do to you if you give yourself up to them?"
Olivia looked down for a moment before she nodded, closing her eyes briefly as she found the strength. "I do, but Master, my life is not worth four of theirs. I know he would disagree, but he isn't here, I am, and I beg of you to allow me to do this." She looked down at her hands before back to him. "I love him," she whispered, her entire being vulnerable. "I do, and I will gladly give up my life for him to have his, no matter how tortured it will be, because it will give me comfort in my death to know that he will not meet his, that none of them will. This is why I must do this. I understand your reservations, I do, and I understand his need to protect me, to guard me safe from harm, but this is something I must do."
There was a pregnant pause before the raven haired man nodded, seemingly defeated by her strength. "Go as you must, my dear." He stood, walking around the old wooden desk to stand before her. "I might not understand, and I will no doubt hear an earful from my brothers, and dear Alec, when he too returns to us as you will, but as you have said, this is something you must do."
A feeling of dread yet elation fluttered through her and she nodded, dipping respectfully before she turned to leave. His voice halted her. "But, if you have not returned in three days, regardless of if you have escaped with the four or not, I will send the guard to where they are being held, you have my word," he gravelled out before taking a seat once more behind the desk. She nodded, turning slightly to look at him, seeing Chelsea bow her head, almost as if mourning her leave. Olivia nodded once, respectfully. "I will not fail you, Master," she whispered, and then she was gone, a mere breath on the wind.
The trek towards Russia was long. She didn't stop running until she reached the border, not even once to feed. A farmer tending to his limited harvest became her meal as soon as she crossed the border, placing his corpse into the stream, it carrying him towards the border, away from the direction she was travelling in. It had taken her two days, avoiding the blockades and various covens throughout the journey having resulted in a longer path to get to her destination.
It was to no avail; someone must have spotted, sensed her approach, for when she came within a dozen miles of the stronghold, she found herself impossibly unconscious, her body slumping to the ground as she descended into a sea of darkness.