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...
It was the Venice Carnival and Ball. Importantly, it was a night for delegations with surrounding covens and Aro needed her assistance. Y/N's heart fluttered with anticipation as she prepared for the grand ball.
Aro was still gone going through documents with Marcus. Y/N smirked at the thought. Marcus was an ignorant prick. She carefully slipped into the exquisite red dress she had acquired during her unforgettable adventure with Athenodora and Jane.The dress, a masterpiece of crimson velvet, forming an ornate pattern that shimmered in the fading light. Involving fabric that flowed from her hips.With trembling hands, Y/N fastened the tiny buttons at the back of the dress.
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As she turned to survey herself in the full-length mirror, a gasp escaped her lips. Reflected back at her was a vision of beauty and grace. The dress seemed to come alive, its vibrant hue illuminating her features and enhancing her natural radiance.
A knock at the door startled her out of her reverie. It was Athenodora who came through the door, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You look absolutely radiant," Athenodora exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "The ball awaits, my dear." she continued. "I should wait on Aro" Y/N exclaimed. "If you wait on Aro, you will miss the ball" Athenodora laughed slightly.
With newfound confidence, Y/N took Athenodora's arm and descended down the corridor, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Suddenly, the grand stairs centered in the middle of the grand hall was approaching. It's velvet carpets matching her dress.
As the two woman stood on top of the staircase, they couldn't help but peer down at the crowd below. There were numerous men and woman gathered in the hall below. Dresses of man colors, voices echoing and the sound of music playing. No one paying attention to anything past their noses.
"Are you ready?" Athenodora asked with excitement in her voice. "Will I ever be?" Y/N answered as she laughed nervously. "You will do great, let me get the conversations started though" Athenodora exclaimed. "alright" Y/n spoke softly. The two woman made their way down the grand stair way. As they took their last step, Y/N surveyed her surroundings. From the corner of her eye she saw a man staring at her. She did not recognize him, however, his sigil on his tux indicated he was from somewhere north. Not Viktor's coven, but a coven north-east she thought to herself.
Y/N was shook from her thoughts as Athenodora approached Y/N with a woman from a western coven. Their conversations leading to music, literature and crocheting. As Y/N was lost in conversation and introductions with Athenodora, Aro finished a heated discussion with Marcus and Caius. They discussed the coming delegations for tonight and went over documents that needed signed and put in place by dawn.
Aro entered the chamber to find Y/N, instead he found the room empty. The only thing remaining was her sweet scent. The scent that made his fangs appear. As he was standing there with the door opened and his thoughts drifting to Y/N and her scent. Jane was walking past the chamber on her way to the ball below. "If you are looking for Y/N, she left with Athenodora" Jane spoke quickly as she kept on her path. Aro did not reply, as he knew Jane was already gone and was not looking for conversation with him. He should've know Athenodora was going to acquire her first. He smiled at the thought.
He swiftly got dressed as he had to go find her and save her from conversations he already knew she wouldn't want to dabble in. He dressed in his attire and quickly made his way down the corridor. Suddenly Marcus and Caius came by his side as they made their way. There they were, at the top of the stairs looking down upon the crowd. Aro was searching for Y/N.
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Y/N felt a chill run up her arms. She felt eyes laying on her. She then looked up upon the staircase and spotted him. It was Aro at the top. His gaze peering down at her. He wore his attire will, he wore it too well. She assumed he was used to this attire as a daily fashion. Of course, Aro been around for centuries. She knew he spotted her as his features changed to a light smile and wide eyes.
Aro's keen eyes scanned the gathering of supernatural beings. Amidst the crowd, a vibrant splash of crimson caught his attention, drawing his gaze towards Y/N. She was looking straight at him.
It was Y/N, her radiant beauty eclipsed only by the crimson ball gown that clung to her curves. Its rich fabric shimmered under the dim illumination, casting an incandescent glow upon her flawless skin. Aro's heart skipped a beat as he beheld her.
She mere mortal among the immortals. She was a witch among vampires.
As he stepped down the grand staircase, he approached her, the air crackled with anticipation. Y/N turned her head, her eyes meeting Aro's piercing crimson orbs. Time seemed to stand still as their gazes locked, a silent exchange of curiosity and desire.
"My dear Y/N," Aro greeted her, his voice a smooth caress, "you are a sight to see" he grinned.
A faint smile played upon Y/N's lips. "Thank you, Aro," she replied, her voice a gentle whisper. "you look good yourself" she continued as she patted a hand on Aro's clothes chest.
Aro extended an invitation, his words laced with a tantalizing promise. "Would you care to join me for a night of conversation and enlightenment? I believe we have much to discuss." he smiled while his voice teased her by the statement.
Y/N laughed slightly as she accepted. As she took Aro's arm, a surge of energy coursed through her body. She felt a strange and inexplicable connection.
Together, they roamed the grand hall. Aro introducing her to other vampires and leaders from different covens. His eyes hooked on her as she conversed with them. He couldn't believe she was his.
