Dorothea Caddel, is born into a wealthy family that can easily give her a plane or a planet to her wishes but what if something deep is hidden in the mask of a perfect family, a devil that she fears but soon learns to accept as love. That story chan...
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It was 1947, and Dorothea had decided to embark on a new adventure. The Cullens' house was abuzz with the news that she was going to travel. Carlisle had granted her permission, but that didn't stop her family from being... well, family.
"Are you sure you can travel alone? I don't mind following after you; it's not like I'd be doing much here anyway," Edward said, standing tall and looking down at her with a hint of concern in his eyes. His voice was laced with the kind of protective worry only a brother could show, despite his calm demeanor.
Dorothea paused for a moment, adjusting the brim of her sun hat, her bright red hair gleaming. She looked up at her towering brother with a cheeky grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm fairly certain that if I were to take you along, I'd never hear the end of it from Emmett. He'd accuse me of playing favourites and leaving him behind. No, I'll be fine on my own, Edward. It's best you count me out this time." Her tone light and teasing. There was something in her expression that showed just how much she adored her brother, despite her playful dismissal.
Edward raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a knowing smirk. "Fair enough," he muttered, stepping back to give her space. Though his protective instinct was evident, he respected her decision. She was independent, even if it meant leaving behind the familiar comforts of home.
The Cullen home was indeed a little blue that day. The youngest of the family, Dorothea, had decided it was time to venture out, a plan she had kept under wraps for some time. After her visit to the Volturi in Italy, she had gained Carlisle's blessing to explore further, this time heading to Philadelphia for a few days. She had grown restless within the walls of the Cullen mansion, and though Carlisle had noticed her longing for something beyond it, he hadn't pushed her.
Before Dorothea could even squint against the light of the late afternoon sun, Emmett's large, muscular hands wrapped around her, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. Dorothea could almost hear her bones creak under the pressure, but she couldn't help but chuckle.
"Emmett," she gasped playfully, "I can feel your love. It's smothering yet undeniably loving." Her words were slightly strained from the hug, but the affection between them was clear. Emmett let out his signature booming laugh, one that filled the room with warmth before gently setting her down.
Rosalie, ever the graceful, blonde beauty, moved in to hug her only sister in the house. "I'll miss you," she said softly, her voice carrying a touch of vulnerability. "Try not to get into too much trouble. And bring back something for me, will you? I've taken a liking to perfume lately. Not that you have to buy it or anything," she added, her lips quirking in a teasing smile.
"I'll be sure to bring back the most expensive and stylish perfume for you, Rose," Dorothea promised, her grin wide as she gave her sister a playful wink. Rosalie's smile softened in return, and she inhaled Dorothea's scent, as if committing it to memory before letting her go.
Dorothea's attention shifted as her gaze landed on Carlisle and Esme, the parental figures who had watched over her since her transformation. A childish giggle bubbled up from her chest, and before she could stop herself, she rushed to them, throwing her arms around them both in a heartfelt hug. "I'm going to miss you so much," she said, voice soft with affection. "Make sure to constantly wear your gloves and stay away from strangers at all costs. Understood?"
Esme smiled warmly, her eyes full of the motherly care that Dorothea had grown up with. "Yes, mum," Dorothea teased, her tone affectionate. Esme chuckled at the nickname, patting her head gently.
Carlisle's fatherly smile never wavered, but there was a glint of concern in his eyes as he looked at Dorothea. "Be safe, Dorothea. The outside world can be unpredictable," he warned gently. His words, though meant as guidance, carried a layer of worry. If Dorothea were capable of crying, she might have.
This was her first time traveling alone, and while she was excited, there was also an undeniable feeling of uncertainty in her chest. She knew Carlisle understood her yearning to explore—after all, he had seen the curiosity in her eyes ever since the Cullens had settled in Forks. For years, she had been restless, never content to simply remain in the confines of their large house.
And now, finally, she was free to roam. But it came with its own set of challenges, and the thought of leaving her family, even temporarily, made her heart ache.
The journey to Italy was long but invigorating. When Dorothea arrived at the airport, she was welcomed by Jane and Alec, two of the Volturi's elite guard. Jane's expression was icy, but there was a certain comfort in knowing that her presence wasn't entirely unwelcome. Alec, on the other hand, gave her a nod of acknowledgment, his eyes as unreadable as ever.
When Dorothea entered the Volturi's grand hall, she was struck by the sight before her—a long table, filled with the vampires of the Volturi, all of them drinking from glasses filled with blood. She seated herself between Aro and Marcus, her position symbolic of her rank within the Volturi, as if to show off her place among the royals.
As the evening continued, Dorothea took a deep breath, absorbing the silence around her. The room was still, save for the faint clinking of glass. She picked up the goblet before her and took a slow sip, the blood cool and metallic against her tongue. Her eyes flickered around the table, careful not to make eye contact with anyone for too long. She had learned long ago how to keep her distance.
The Cullens had always emphasized the importance of their 'vegetarian' lifestyle, only feeding off animal blood, but here, in the presence of the Volturi, it was a different story. They expected their guests to drink human blood, and Dorothea complied, though it weighed heavily on her conscience.
She knew that once she returned to the Cullens, she would have to consume enough animal blood to avoid the judgmental stares from her family—Edward's disapproving gaze, and Emmet's concern one. Even Carlisle had been quick to defend her, explaining that she had not killed any humans but had merely fed from them while in Italy, under Aro's influence.
"How was the travel from here?" Aro's voice boomed across the room, sending a ripple through the gathered vampires. Some of the lower-ranking members lowered their heads in respect, but Dorothea didn't flinch. "I hope that the storm didn't intimidate you, my child."
"Oh no, I thoroughly enjoyed it!" Dorothea replied with a cheerful grin, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "The dark sky and the rumbling thunder reminded me of our first meeting, Aro. Quite fitting, don't you think?"
Aro chuckled heartily, a wide grin spreading across his face. His amusement was infectious, and soon, even the others at the table joined in the laughter. It was clear to anyone in the room just how fond Aro and the others were of Dorothea, even Caius, who occasionally threw her small glances of approval when she spoke of her various adventures.
Despite this camaraderie, there was an unspoken rule in the Volturi: no one dared speak ill of Dorothea in front of the royals. Any hint of disrespect toward her could easily lead to a fatal consequence. The Volturi were fiercely protective of her, and their authority was absolute.
After dinner, Dorothea sought out Marcus, eager to share more about her travels. Marcus, the more contemplative of the Volturi leaders, was always willing to listen. When he became occupied, however, she wandered off to Caius, where they spent hours together in quiet conversation, discussing books. Though Caius often insisted on educational reading material, Dorothea was more than willing to comply, offering her thoughts on the texts when they finished.
As the evening drew to a close, Dorothea found herself wandering the Volturi's vast halls, content in the company of those who had come to accept her. Though she missed her family, she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging here—an odd, yet comforting sense of purpose that made her wonder what her future truly held.
