TAINTED BLOOD (Aro Volturi X Reader)

A Serene Dawn

As the golden rays of dawn gently illuminated the Volturi fortress, silence enveloped its grand halls. Y/N stirred from her slumber, her mind a blank canvas awaiting the day's endeavors.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the abrupt intrusion of her chamber door being knocked, then attempting to be opened, only to find the chair she jammed in the way of whoever was trying to enter. Y/N was suspicious of the sudden intrusion and walked slowly to the door with her dagger in hand unsheathed from her bed where she fell asleep with it. "Who are you?" she questioned. Only to be met with a soft voice of a young woman "Aro sent me to drop off your robes and attire." That is when Y/N decided to push the chair out of the way, allowing a slim, fragile appearing vampire in a flowing black dress and cloak to enter her chamber. The figure's sharp gaze met hers, sending a shiver down her spine.

The unnamed vampire set a pristine set of clothes upon her bed. The fabrics appearing soft and luxurious, a stark contrast to what she normally wore. Especially as a prisoner and servant in the north. Without waiting for a response, the vampire turned and strode away. Y/N heart raced as she followed to her bed, her mind filled with curiosity.

Athenodora must've informed Aro, as she indicated last night... Y/N mentally took note.

With trembling hands, she slipped into the new garments, feeling a strange sense of unease. Y/N never owned clean and new clothes. She was not worthy of such luxuries where she came from. She could tell by the type of clothes, that whoever selected these specific sets of attire seemed to be from a different time.

However, Y/N did not mind. She appreciated the style of clothing that was given to her. Y/N decided to wear the dress that was folded with the rest of the choices of attire splayed across her bed. She thought the dress would help her blend in with her surroundings, making her feel more comfortable, than being a sore apple.

After changing, Y/N strode across her chamber to the window shuttered close. In solitary Y/N sat by her window, her gaze idly wandering outside through the small slit left in between the shutters of her window. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a group of tourists gathering in the square. As they approached the imposing Volturi fortress, a silent chill ran down her spine.

Y/N was suspicious about what her mind was unfolding. She knew a terrible secret that the unsuspecting tourists did not. She had stumbled upon a sinister truth that lay hidden beneath Volturi's ancient walls. She remembered the screams and scratching on the trial doors before her entrance the other night. This was not her first time around Vampires of different species.

Every set of eyes within the fortress was crimson red, a telltale sign of their insatiable hunger for human blood...

Y/N had witnessed the horrors that unfolded with vampires whose hunger was only for human veins. She had seen the victims lured into a false sense of security, their laughter turning into screams after a while, as they were drained of their life force. The walls echoed with the thirst of the Volturi, a thirst that would never be quenched.

As the tourists entered the fortress, Y/N felt a surge of despair. She knew their fate was sealed. They were walking into a trap, unaware of the monstrous nature of their hosts. Their smiles and laughter would soon be replaced by terror and agony.

Y/N watched helplessly as the tourists vanished into the darkness of Volturi. She knew that their lives would be cut short, their dreams forever unfulfilled. A sense of guilt washed over her, knowing that she could do nothing to save them.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across Volterra, Y/N could hear the faint sounds of screams echoing from the fortress. It was a chilling reminder of the tragedy that had befallen the tourists. A tragedy that might be following behind herself soon enough.

And so, Y/N continued to watch from her window, forever haunted by the knowledge of what lay within Volturi's depths. The tourists' laughter had turned to silence, their lives forever extinguished by the insatiable hunger of the crimson eyed Volturi.

Emerging from her bedchamber, she found the fortress eerily quiet. The usual hum of activity had subsided, leaving her with a sense of solitude. Unsure of how to occupy her time, she wandered aimlessly through the opulent corridors.

With every step she took, the suspense grew thicker. The Volturi fortress, once a place of tranquility, had become a labyrinth of secrets and uncertainties. And as Y/N approached her unknown encounter, she knew that her life would never be the same again.

"Awake at last," a woman's voice echoed I the corridor. Y/N turned around to meet who was behind the voice, only to be greeted with Athenodora. "Oh, its you" Y/N responded as she let out her tightened breath. "Where are you hurrying too?" Athenodora replied. "Actually... I'm not quite sure where to go, I thought I would leave my chambers for a while." Y/N said while she scrolled her eyes to the painting half covered by cloth among the large walls. Why has she not noticed these earlier. Perhaps she was looking to her feet during her escapade.

"hmm I see you've noticed a few of our portraits." Athenodora said gleamingly as she made her way to stand next to Y/N in front of the enormous portrait.

Athenodora Unveils the rest of the portrait of Aro for Y/N to see. The portrait propelled a glimpse into a time of darkness.

"It was during the tumultuous years of the Middle Ages," Athenodora whispers. "The world was a place of violence and chaos, and the Volturi struggled to maintain order. Aro, once a benevolent leader, became increasingly burdened by the weight of his responsibilities."
"As the threat of rogue vampires grew, Aro's resolve hardened. He began to see the world in black and white, with only those who served the Volturi deemed worthy of mercy. His eyes, which had once sparkled with a mischievous glint, now held a chilling intensity.The portrait captures that moment," Athenodora continues. "It is a reflection of the darkness that had descended upon Aro's soul. The eyes that once held a flicker of humanity have become the windows to a cold and ruthless mind."
Athenodora reveals that the portrait was commissioned by Aro himself, as a reminder of the path he had chosen. It was hung in the grand hall of the Volturi's, a constant symbol of their leader's transformation.
"Those who gazed upon it," Athenodora says, "were filled with both fear and respect. They knew that the man in the portrait was not to be trifled with. He had become a force to be reckoned with, a vampire whose power was tempered by a heart that had grown cold."
Y/N mentally took note that the portrait of Aro is not merely a work of art. It is a testament to the darkness that can consume even the most noble of souls. It is a reminder that power can corrupt, and that even the most compassionate of leaders can succumb to the allure of tyranny.
As they gazed upon this haunting portrait, it reminded them of the lessons it holds. Let us strive to avoid the path that Aro took, and to always cherish the humanity that lies within us.