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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Dorothea didn't think twice. The moment she saw the Volturi member too absorbed in his fight with Alistair, she charged. She moved with a predator's precision, using his distraction as her advantage. Before he could even register her presence, she brought him crashing to the ground. As they tumbled, Dorothea wasted no time. With a sudden surge of power, she seized control, manipulating his mind with her abilities, and forcing him into submission before she ripped his head off with brutal efficiency.
"Damn, ain't that cruel," Alistair remarked dryly, his hand outstretched to offer her support as she stood. Their eyes locked for a moment, but their attention quickly shifted. In the distance, they saw Edward and Bella locked in a desperate struggle against Aro, and both knew what they had to do.
"Looks like they need help over there. You going?" Alistair asked, but before Dorothea could respond, a scream tore through the air. Her head whipped around, searching the chaos until her gaze landed on Rose. She was trapped, two Volturi closing in on her. And just a few feet away, Paul's back was completely exposed, a vampire poised to strike.
"I got the wolf," Alistair muttered, already darting off with vampire speed to aid Paul. Dorothea didn't hesitate, her heart already racing as she sprinted toward Rose. They moved like a coordinated unit, back-to-back, glaring at their attackers. It was as though they had instinctively devised a plan together.
Without warning, Dorothea slid under the legs of one of the Volturi, throwing him over her shoulder and sending him flying into the pit Benjamin had previously created. She glanced over at Rose, who had already taken care of her opponent with precision, her movements graceful and lethal. Dorothea offered her a soft, almost imperceptible smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. Rose gave her a pitying look in return, her voice soft.
"Thea, I-I'm sorry about—"
Dorothea's expression hardened immediately. She couldn't afford to let Rose's words distract her; she didn't want to feel the weight of those painful memories right now. Rose noticed the sudden shift in her demeanor—the warmth in her face evaporating, replaced by an icy, detached mask. Her eyes, once vibrant, now seemed distant, as though she were already dead inside, waiting for the inevitable.
"Dorothea..." Rose's voice faltered, but before she could say anything more, Dorothea was already moving again, charging toward Edward and Bella.
When she reached them, the scene was even more dire than she had imagined. Aro had Edward pinned, his hands dangerously close to ripping his head off, while Bella desperately clung to him. Without thinking, Dorothea kicked Aro in the chest with every ounce of strength she had, sending him flying backward, skidding across the snow-covered ground. Bella scrambled off Aro, launching herself into Edward's arms, her face filled with relief.
Aro slowly struggled to rise, his gaze hardening as he glared at Dorothea. The look in his eyes was one of disbelief and rage. Dorothea met his gaze with cold indifference, tilting her head slightly as if inviting him to come closer.
"Dorothea, princess, darling," Aro's voice was laced with mocking sweetness. "Are you truly going to harm me? You know the consequences of your actions, girl."
Bella and Edward exchanged worried glances, but Dorothea didn't flinch. Normally, Aro's condescending tone would've caused her to recoil, but today, she remained unfazed. She simply stared back at him, her expression emotionless.
"You mean 'death'?" she responded flatly. "Honestly, that word sounds rather... inviting right now. But perhaps, after yours."
Aro's frown deepened, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took a slow step forward, his posture stiff as he prepared for another strike. Dorothea didn't hesitate. She surged forward, a blur of motion, her body moving with effortless grace as she dodged his attacks. In one fluid motion, she spun behind him, using her weight to force him to the ground with a sickening thud. His face hit the solid earth, and she wasted no time, using her powers to paralyze his body.
A deep, uncontrollable cough escaped Dorothea's lips, and she felt a surge of dizziness wash over her. Her gaze dropped to the once pristine snow beneath them, now stained crimson with her blood. She hadn't realized how much of a toll her powers had taken on her body. The energy she expended to protect her family and keep her enemies at bay had left her feeling weaker with every passing moment.
Losing her mate caused her body to surrender, unable to continue the fight to heal itself. She had no choice. But not now.
Aro's grunts and muttered curses brought her back to reality, and she looked around the battlefield. Volturi bodies were scattered everywhere, blood soaking the ground. She could hear the cries of her family and supporters, each one a reminder of the cost of this battle. A deep ache settled in her chest as she saw Esme and Leah's distraught faces, the pain of loss written across their expressions. Dorothea knew this had to end.
Ignoring the sharp pain in her head and the dizziness clouding her vision, she stood, fighting to keep her composure. She couldn't afford to falter now. With a final, determined shove, she forced Aro onto his knees, positioning him to face her family. They all looked at him with disgust, their faces hard with resolve. Aro, however, only smirked, unperturbed by their glares, his confidence unwavering.
Dorothea's legs wobbled beneath her, but she pushed through the exhaustion. She was going to finish this. She couldn't let Aro continue his reign of terror. As if sensing her resolve, Leah's wolf lunged at Aro, but a barrier materialized around him, keeping her at bay. Aro laughed, savoring the moment, but the sound only made Dorothea's resolve harder.
The murmurs of her family faded into the background as Dorothea raised Aro's arms behind him, using her foot to hold his back down. Her grip tightened, and with one swift motion, she began to rip his arms from their sockets. The sound of tearing flesh and bone echoed through the air, and Aro's panicked voice filled the silence.
"Dorothea! W-What are you doing?!"
The fear in Aro's voice was palpable, but Dorothea didn't care. She flooded his mind with memories—faked, manufactured memories of the moments he had spent with her, with his brothers. She inserted new images of potential futures, all designed to make him feel the weight of his past actions, to make him regret every step he had taken. His thoughts twisted with confusion, regret, and the horrifying realization that he was about to face the consequences of his cruelty.
"It's a misfortune, Aro," Dorothea whispered into his ear, her voice cold and final. "I once admired you, truly. But your lust for power, your willingness to destroy everything for it... I can't stand by and watch anymore."
With her final reserves of strength, she kicked Aro, and his arm was wrenched from his body, the sickening sound ringing in the air as he collapsed in front of them. The barrier around him shattered, and his supporters—his people—rushed toward him, prepared to exact their revenge. Dorothea stepped back, watching as they surrounded Aro, their faces filled with grim determination.
As Aro's cries echoed in the distance, Dorothea let herself fall to the ground. She could feel her life slipping away, her strength waning with every passing second. Her family's frantic voices reached her ears, but she knew it was too late. She couldn't keep fighting.
"Dorothea! Thea!" Their voices were filled with panic, but it was all so far away now. She could hear them, but it was as if she were underwater, the sounds muffled and distant. The world around her blurred, her vision fading. She felt her body grow heavier, her chest tightening as her final moments approached.
Esme cried out, seeing Dorothea's lips move as if speaking a final goodbye, but her words were lost to the wind. Her children—Edward, Bella, Rose, Leah—gathered around her, shaking her, hoping for a miracle that would never come. But Dorothea had already accepted her fate. She could feel the darkness closing in, the weight of it settling over her like a suffocating blanket.
Her last memory was of her family's voices, filled with love and sorrow, their faces etched with concern. As the darkness claimed her, she whispered a quiet thanks to the world she was leaving behind.
