TAINTED BLOOD (Aro Volturi X Reader)

Inevitable

 Aro watched with impassive eyes, as Marcus, endured unspeakable torment.

Jane, held Marcus captive, her piercing gaze pinning him to the floor. Her slender fingers danced with ethereal grace, summoning an unbearable agony that twisted his body into contortions.

Marcus's once-noble features were contorted in a mask of pain, his cries echoing through the grand hall like a mournful dirge. Aro's gaze remained fixed on his suffering, his thoughts a labyrinth of calculations.

He had ordered Marcus's torture for a reason. Marcus had grown complacent, his powers waning. Aro needed to remind him of his place, to instill in him the fear that would keep him in line.

As the torment intensified, Marcus's resistance crumbled. His eyes rolled back, his body going limp. Jane's lips curled into a cruel smirk, relishing in the suffering she inflicted.

Aro stepped forward, his ancient voice resonating with cold authority. "Enough," he commanded.

Jane released her grip, and Marcus collapsed in a heap on the floor, his body a broken husk. Aro approached him, his eyes scanning his ravaged form.

"You have failed me, Marcus," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "You have forgotten your place. This will not be tolerated."

Marcus struggled to raise his head, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and resignation. "Aro, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I will obey, I will not lay a finger on her"

Aro's lips parted in a slight smile. "Very well, Marcus," he said. "Remember this lesson well. You are mine to command, and you will do as I say. If you try to harm my mate agin, I will make sure next time, there will not be a trail"

Marcus nodded weakly, his spirit crushed. Aro turned away, leaving him to wallow in his misery.

As he made his way through the desolate trial hall, Aro reflected on what had transpired. He had once again asserted his dominance over his Volturi family, reminding them of the consequences of disobedience.

But as he walked, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Was he truly justified in his actions? Was the pain he had inflicted on Marcus necessary? Or did he not do enough.

The answer, he knew, was both yes and no. Marcus had needed to be punished, but the severity of his torment had been excessive. Aro had allowed his own thirst for power to cloud his judgment. Yet, he knew the only way he could protect Y/N was if he executed him. However, the council was divided and the execution of a prime Volturi member would create havoc.

And so, as he disappeared into the shadows, Aro carried with him a newfound understanding: even the most powerful of vampires must be held accountable for their actions. No matter good or evil.

Aro finally made it to the chamber. As he entered the threshold, he found Y/N lying awake on the cold floor. Aro scented the air hung heavy with a sickly sweetness, the scent of decay mingling with the faintest hint of fever.

Aro's heart pounded in his chest as he rushed to her side. He lifted her gently into his arms, the weight of her frail body reminding him of her mortality. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her lips parted in a silent plea. She was now looking up at him.

"Y/N," he whispered, his ancient voice trembling with concern. "You are burning up"

"Aro... I feel so hot right now" She spoke softly

Aro's supernatural senses flared as he felt the scorching heat emanating from her body. The fever consumed her, threatening to devour her from within. With a surge of desperation, he laid her on the bed and took off his clothes. He then laid next to her and snuggled in close. Attempting to quell the inferno raging inside her with his immortal chill.

But Y/N's fever burned on relentlessly, impervious to his touch. Panic surged through him as he realized the true magnitude. If Y/N were to die, a part of himself would die with her. He had grown attached to her in ways he had never thought possible, her humanity touching his cold, ancient heart.

With a heavy sigh, he kept his grip on her and snuggled closer into her.

As the night wore on, Aro stayed by her side, his gaze fixed upon her sweating form. His heart ached with a pain he had never known before, the realization dawning upon him that even the mighty Volturi could not defy the inevitable.

He would not leave her tonight; he would not leave her side. the only thing he could do was try to keep her fever down and hope the fever would break by dawn.