Fated [Volturi x male]

Prologue

Marcus's Diary

It was the year 1691 when I finally witnessed the line tying me to my fate be created. It was but a faint, thin line going from my chest and out towards - what at that time was - an unknown place far far away from me. I remembered my chest fill with what I assumed was hope and excitement - among many other things - when I had realised that I was not doomed to live out the rest of my immortal life alone and miserable, that I was not cursed to live the rest of eternity without a mate, my other half, my perfect match, my muse, my love.

The death of my late wife Didyme had hit me hard. The pain was immeasurable. The loss akin to getting my heart ripped to pieces, leaving me numb, no will to continue on in the world, no will stay on to watch the world go down in flames without anybody to hold my hand through it. For years I had felt numb, watched on as my kind got tortured, abused, ripped apart and burned in what was - and still is - my home and I felt no remorse, no sympathy, no pity for them. I felt nothing.

When the line appeared I had immediately set out into the world to search for the person connected to the other end under the guise that I was out searching for more powerful people to join the Volturi guard and appease my brothers. I wanted to keep my mate a secret from them until they were ready to come into the spotlight themselves . I knew I should've waited a bit longer, until my future love had come to a more suitable age for me to begin wooing them and eventually present them with the life of immortality, but I was impatient and worried that they might disappear from my grasp before I'd even get the chance to meet them.

After 9 years of wandering from town to town, from country to country, I had finally reached the wretched city of London. The fowl stench far more unpleasant than I had remembered from my short visit years prior. The city riddled with disease and the putrid smell of urine and faecal matter permeated the air. Rats could be seen running along the alleyways among the few homeless children huddling together for warmth, probably left behind there to starve by whores or parents that was simply too poor to care for them. I ignored their desperate gazes and pleas for food and money and continued on my search.

It was difficult to know if I was getting closer to finding my little mate or not since the stench in the air was feeling close to toxic. The smell would without a doubt be able to mask their scent from me but I continued on anyway, realying more on my sight and my feeling. I knew that I would immediately be able to recognise my mate were I to see them and I was right to think so.

Fate seemed to have been on my side that day when a small figure had run straight into my legs. I had quickly caught the child before it fell into the dirty puddle of horse spill beside me and set him down in front of me. He was clutching onto a loaf of bread dressed in clothes clearly several sizes too big for him. The material of his jacket a bit too thin for the cool autumn air. This scrawny little boy was the one that I had been waiting centuries for, the one whose fate was tied with my own, and despite the dirty clothes and messy hair, I found myself completely and utterly captivated by him. The world started looking more colourful and vibrant from that moment on and I suddenly didn't mind the stench in the air as much as I did before.

However, before I could even utter a singel word to him he had yelled out a quiet sorry and ran passed me. I had quickly changed course and followed after him quietly and as inconspicuously as possible to find him running over to the huddled up children in the allay I had passed by earlier on. And when the children got up to greet him with happy smiles on their faces and my young mate presented them with the loaf of bread he had clutched tightly in his arms, it dawned on me. He was an orphan, living on the filthy streets of London among many others who shared the same fate.

Will, they called him, which I assumed was short for William.

My sweet radiant William had to live through such an awful fate. I knew I couldn't leave him there, in the disease filled streets, with rats and mud and no roof to keep him sheltered from the weather. I couldn't bring him back to Volterra. Not yet. He was too young, too innocent. My brothers would rip his head off, assuming that our enemies wouldn't do that to him first. He would become our weakness, my weakness and the Volturi could show no weakness. I couldn't bring him into that world  just yet. He was too juvenile and too fragile. He wouldn't survive.

So despite the dangers of my enemies knowing of his existence, I brought him to the manor of a rich merchant we traded goods with. I had met him once and although he was an unpleasant man I knew I could trust him to care for my William and give him a job at his house. He was known to treat his workers fairly well, there really wasn't any better place I could leave my dear mate. There he would get food, a roof over his head and warm clothes, everything he would need to grow up into a fine young man. And most importantly, his existence would be unknown and he would be safe after I left.

But of course, I do plan on going back every now and then to make sure he's treated well.

In the short period I've known him, and the few short conversations we have had so far, I can already tell that I had been gifted the most delightful and beautiful mate.

My dear William, I can't wait to spend the rest of eternity with you. Grow up fast so we can finally be together, my love.