Y/N is a witch on the run from Viktor and his Death Dealers... for conspicuous reasons. Along the way she makes a vital yet crucial decision that leads her to the Volturi. Aro Volturi had no intention falling in love with a mortal, let alone a witch...
Y/N looked the man up and down in curiosity. In search of some resemblance of who he might be. Some form of indication of whose acquaintance she is striding into. That is when she noticed the necklace. He was a Volturi she realized. Y/N learned over the years that every coven had a symbol. An object with substantial meaning. "You're a Volturi" Y/N interrupted with a questionable tone. The man was now just a few inches standing in front of her. That is when he turned his head to look her straight in the eyes. His face gave the feature of amusement. However, his crimson eyes were hard to find what his emotions and intentions truly are.
Y/N stayed silent. She was not too sure how to take the next step. That is when the man's eyes narrowed as he regarded Y/N with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "And what might that be?" he asked, his voice smooth as velvet. Yet, she noticed the small twitch to the side of his mouth.
Y/N hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "You're a Volturi!" That is when she noticed the two men still seated slightly straighten their backs and become intrigued by this conversation. With wide crimson eyes and a slight smile the man standing in front of her questioned again "and what might that be to you, mortal?" Y/N started calculating her thoughts quickly. the man started to stride around her till he came face to face with her again.
"The Volturi are a powerful coven known for their unwavering authority." she responded. Her eyes could not help but take in her surroundings. It was as if she just gained sight. Her eyes were widened with awe and trepidation. The chamber was adorned with intricate carvings and flickering torches, casting an eerie glow upon the men seated. "how would a young.. and small.. mortal know that? did someone tell you?" He was looking towards her neck as if he wanted to taste what was keeping her alive.As if the words were dripping off his lips like blood. She could tell by his tone he was searching for information that goes deeper than what he was asking. He was annunciating the last verse with vain.
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Y/N's heart started pounded in her chest. She had stumbled upon a secret that could potentially put her in grave danger. Yet, there was no turning back now. "I've always been fascinated by the Volturi," she explained, her voice unwavering. "I've read countless books and watched documentaries about your history and power." She replied quickly. Scared that he could turn on her in any second if he wanted too. No mortal was allowed to know about their existence, let alone live from meeting their acquaintance.
The man in front of her, the leader of the Volturi, stared at Y/N in disbelief. It was unheard of for a mortal to possess such knowledge of his clan. "You intrigue me, mortal," he said, his voice a low growl.
Y/N mind raced as she tried to comprehend the implications of her revelation. She had somehow stumbled upon the most powerful vampire coven in existence. Fear and excitement surged through her in equal measure.
"That does not explain why your pilfer hands were in my pocket." he said in a slight whisper. Y/N could not hide the flabbergasted attention she suddenly drew towards him and his words. The word this man just used was too proper for this century, especially being used flamboyantly. She thought to herself. Then she squeaked out a small giggle to herself for the word she just used. This brought the mans attention directly towards her. If she was not looking towards her feet at this point. She would have noticed he got closer to her face.
