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Felix Volturi - Someone Who'll Get It

Felix x fem! reader

It was getting lonely here. You had been turned for a whole year now, by your coven leader with a mind gift after realizing that he could not reach you after meeting you in a Parisian library while you were still human. You had to leave everything behind, as he wanted you in his coven. A powerful mental shield! That's what he had said about you, and the reason he turned you. The only reason why you were here. Sure, you had everything you wanted, could shop in those Lolita shops the prettiest gothic dresses you'd ever seen. Angelic Pretty, Devil Inspired, Sinister, Hell Bunny, Poizen Industries... All of those brands that you couldn't afford suddenly became your everyday wear. Fingers adorned in Alchemy rings, neck covered in real diamonds shining oh so lovely under candlelight, it was like a dream come true. But it seemed that every dream comes with a price.

You could not care less about eating people, or not being able to be under the sunlight in public, oh that you did not miss! But what was really getting you was that lonely feeling slowly overcoming you, creeping down your spine. Your coven mates treated you like a child, scolding you when you did something they thought was wrong, or when you were not up their expectations. And Henriette! Your coven leader, you treated you like a precious doll, like a trophy daughter! You were twenty-one, yet when you were with her it felt like you were a child again, afraid of doing a wrong move and getting punished for it. You were not Henriette's darling daughter; you were Henriette's darling mental shield and that's how the whole coven saw you. You'd tried to talk about it to Isabeau, yet the young woman had told you to not bother about it. How could you be sad wearing such pretty dresses? Maybe you needed something else? And so she would take you shopping, buying you another crimson dress to go with a cross necklace adorned in rubies, matching your dyed hair. A new pair of Demonia was acquired, and that was it. You had to be happy now, after all you had such pretty clothing, huh [Y/N]?

Yet it was not what you were longing for. You did not want to be just a pretty face with a gift to exhibit to passing nomads to show how powerful the De Jarjayes coven was. You wanted friends, family, someone to spend eternity with. You'd heard Ethan talk about mates once, and when you brought up the subject to Henriette, wanting to know more, was it like a soulmate? She never answered, saying that you should not busy your pretty head with something that hypothetical, and why aren't we practicing your gift? You should be able to project your shield, it would be useful, you know?

So you always did as you were told. After all, what could you do? You were so young compared tot the other vampires of your coven, who had been walking this earth for centuries, and you couldn't go against them, you knew deep inside of you that you would be hurt and that in the end it would only worsen your situations and not make it easier. So you complied, exercising your gift, projecting your shield a little bit longer and further day after day of training. You would dress up like the pretty doll you were, only finding pleasure in fashion, and the books you could read. All dolled-up, you would stand tall beside Henriette when nomads or other coven would visit, rendering vampires with mental abilities powerless for Henriette's sake, praying that someday would appear someone who would get it, get how lonely and hurt inside you were feeling, and get you out of there. But nomads were wary of Henriette and you, and as soon that their curiosity was satiated, they would leave, not daring to create any amical relation with you in fear of your coven leader. But there was someone, more like a coven that Henriette was worried about.

She had told you about them, of course. The Italian nobility, ruling the vampire world for thousand years. She wanted you to be scared of them, and oh how she succeeds! Telling tales of the Romanian war, of Caius the Bloodthirsty King, of the terrifying Felix the Executioner! How easily the taller than life vampire could overpower you and kill you if he wishes to! Of the terrible Witch Twins, Alec who could take away all of your senses, and Jane, you could torture you with only her mind if you were not careful with your shield! How easily Demetri could track you, following you to the end pf the world to lead you to your demise! Her words were to make you afraid of leaving, of making any mistakes, and with such gory tales, how could you want to leave? No, you did not want to attract the attention of the ruling coven on you, poor little rose!