Bite Me | Volturi Kings

Chapter 3

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A large throne room was occupied by six people. Although, not really people by majority's definition. Their cold, red eyes and pale skin were what mostly gave it away. 

Three kings sat upon the three thrones with varying degrees of formality. Aro Volturi sat front and centre, back straight with a regal gaze that made almost everyone else wither beneath it. His curly black hair was slicked back behind him, a dark black suit being his attire. He was nothing if not professional, his absolute glee at getting to finally destroy the Olympic Coven hidden behind a strict expression while he pondered just how he was going to rip most of them apart. Alice he will need to keep as she has quite a useful gift, Edward maybe too although his gift was slightly eclipsed by Aro's own. Apart from those two he saw no use in letting the others live at all. They had committed such a grave offense, or at least were party to it, and justice must be dealt. Whether by his own blood marred hand or that of his dear ones. It was all the same, except that he would love to see the proud Carlisle's head role. 

Caius Volturi lounged upon his throne, one leg over one of the arm rests, his head laying upon the other. Mirroring his body language his face portrayed an expression of 'I could be doing something so much more fun than this'. Although his idea of fun was certainly twisted so what he actually meant was that nobody was dying and he wished they would. He knew they would be soon but that wouldn't sate his sadistic mood. Contrasting to this almost lazy outlook he also wore a formal suit, a black shirt with white waist coat. His hair was half up in a bobble which he occasionally readjusted the position of it if the ponytail wasn't directly in the middle. 

Marcus Volturi sat still. As still as if he were carved from stone, even then he was stiller. The power of time and small forces ebbed away at marble but they looked to have no effect upon him. Were he to sit like this one would not be able to tell the difference between now and one thousand years in the future. His eyes were distant, he did not see what was in front of him and it was clear what was there posed no interest to him as he focused on his gift instead. His suit was immaculate, not a wrinkle in sight due to the lack of movement which was ideal as it would show up more on his burgundy suit than the others. He was watching the bonds between people, specifically himself and another. He watched as it got thinner and waned in brilliance. Knowing that for the first time in decades the other person was getting further and further away from him. Not emotionally no, their connection would never change like that, but physically. And he couldn't help but wonder where they were going? Who they were with? Why the sudden move? 

The other three mentioned immortals stood to the side of the dais upon which the thrones sat, they awaited orders from their kings on what to do next. Alec and Jane stood side by side in old-fashioned black clothing, accented by red. A colour scheme that was synonymous with the Volturi. Their faces were stone but in a much more horrific way than Marcus. For ones so young, people had often thought, they should not have gone through what they have nor be like what they are. 

Felix stood next to Alec, in a way shielding him from the grand door and any potential danger that could come bursting through. It was subtle and a move that he prayed neither of the twins recognised it for the fear that they'll bring hell on earth should he be perceived as "babying" them. Normally Demetri was there to make it look less conspicuous but he was away on assignment. 

Silence. 

Not a sound was made in the old and dark room. All they had to do was plan, but planning took a human waiting period and they were in between stages. For some bored out of their minds, for others who were slightly more patient than Caius merely watching as time passed until they could finally be active again.