Love Thirst

XII-The Ghost Smile

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An overwhelming rage overcame him as he pushed through the door.

Aro stared at him blankly, as if he didn't know what the other was acting on about. "Was it really necessary?" He nearly yelled, his fury raising at the sight of the nearly stoic expression of his brother.

"I could ask you the same. You nearly broke down the door, Euthymius." He accused.

"That technique of yours of pretending you don't know anything won't work." He approached his brother menacingly, placing both his hands on the wrists of the older male which were on the armrest of the chair. "Explain it to me as if I am extremely dumb; what were your intentions"

For a moment, only for a brief moment, Aro felt a bit threatened. Of course the leader soon recovered, his defense act beginning again. "I was only doing it for you."

Euthymius chuckled dryly. "My brother, save those lies for someone who hasn't known you for three millenniums. You wouldn't insult my mate, with my best interests in mind."

"I apologize if you understood it that way, dear brother." The oldest dropped his head, before looking up again.

The youngest tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at the other, before separating himself from the man. "You're lucky we don't kill family in our coven."

They both held eye contact, before Euthymius scoffed and left the room, leaving the door hanging by a thread.

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Stefan found himself staring at the high shelf in front of him.

Ever since he was introduced to the renovated world of books, by no one other than Carlisle Cullen, he wanted nothing else.

He could jump to reach his target, however, he would only embarrass himself doing so, considering the presence of Chelsea Volturi in that same library, who seemed to enjoy poking fun at him.

As he placed himself on the tip of his toes, he felt the piece of the floor move slightly, but payed no mind to it.

Stefan knew he had been coming, before he had even heard him, but when he did hear him, he knew something had happened.

"Chelsea, you were supposed to be watching over the ones feeding inside the walls." Euthymius spoke in almost an indifferent tone, but that didn't erase the stress in his voice.

"Sorry, Euthymius." She spoke hurriedly, and the door closed.

The romanian could only frown, before going back to his mission.

He struggled and struggled, until a hand brushed lightly against his, and Stefan knew that if he had been human, his heart would have skipped a beat. His hand was tingling, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

Euthymius took the book from the high shelf and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Stefan said nervously, trying to tone down his reaction, but he feared that as soon as his eyes met the ones of the taller male, the other saw right through him. The curly haired male swore he saw the corners of Euthymius' mouth raising. "Are... you perhaps smiling?"

Just like that it vanished, becoming a slight frown. "I'm pretty sure, I wasn't." The charcoal haired male turned his head before bringing it back to its original position, but this time, closer to the other. "Was I?" He pondered with a curious undertone to his voice.

Stefan nodded slowly, meticulously observing the other and the proximity between them. Following his eyes, Euthymius separated himself from the other, understanding the message.

The taller, cleared his throat."I apologize. Did I place you in an uncomfortable situation?" He asked avoiding eye contact.

"No, you didn't, Eu-." He cut himself off, looking down. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"Why would you think that? I was the one who.... did it in the first place."

The shorter one gripped the edge of the book. "I was wondering if I would have made you more upset than before."

"Well, you haven't." Euthymius eased the other, looking at his shoes.

Stefan nodded, advancing forward, towards the other shelf.

The other male, followed after him. "Do you know why I am upset?" He asked, catching up with him.

"I don't know what was the cause, I simply heard you talking with Chelsea and figured something was off in your tone." He cleared things up. "I was here too."

"Oh, of course. Don't worry about that, I am perfectly fine." He said in an ominous tone. "I must go now, I have other affairs to take care of."

Stefan frowned as the other stormed off and thought: 'Perhaps that wasn't the answer he wanted...'

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Vladimir has noted that the enchanting nature of the statues didn't fade away after a week. Yet again, he found himself staring at the marble artworks again, he was, oddly, a fan of something that belonged to the Volturi.

Despite the longing to touch them, he respected the fact that perhaps the one who sculpted them wouldn't like it and stood as still as the statue infront of him, like a kid in a candy shop.

He sensed his presence, before he even saw him, it was difficult not to take notice of the fresh air that came with the (barely partner and unwanted lover), Mr.Head Guard himself.

The male was as pretty as he was dull. Vladimir knew him very little, however it is not as if he had any will to even meet the male after he had opened his mouth on the field, or after he was revealed to be related to the rat in charge of the Volturi coven.

"It is rude to stare." The blond made sure to pronounce each word clearly.

He heard a snort and then a step. "Haven't you been staring at the statue for more than a hour?"

"The statue isn't a living being." He countered, finally looking to the male for only a few seconds.

"Nor are we."

Vladimir, let out an annoyed sigh."Speak for yourself, Volturi."

Euthymius simply raised his eyebrows. Silence took over before he spoke again. "Do you enjoy them?" The blond looked at the other. "I'm referring to the statues."

"And do tell me, why shall I share my opinion with it?" He said unamused.

The dark haired man squinted his eyes, almost mischievously or smugly. "The artist ought to know the public opinion." Observing the disbelief on the other's face, the taller male gestured to the signature. "E.H.V.; Euthymius Hesperos Volturi."

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Do you guys think Euthymius name is cringey?
Side Note: Hmmmm. So I took thousand years to even write another chapter. Fricking author's block.