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...
In the tenebrous depths of the dungeon, Marcus's voice echoed through the stone walls, shattering the oppressive silence. He stood before the witch, her piercing gaze holding him captive.
"Where have you been" the witch spoke. "I've been busy" Marcus remarked as he looked about the stoned room.
"Busy being beaten like a hound" the witch spoke with a sinful grin. "Shut your mouth, witch" Marcus spat in her direction. "I am no one's dog" Marcus continued. He seemed to be convincing himself than the witch.
"Only a hound gives in to his master" she continued picking. "I am not here to exchange opinions. Do you have what I need" Marcus asked the witch.
"Precisely on time" the witch spoke suspiciously as she handed Marcus a small bottle. "How many drops?" Marcus asked as he inspected the bottle. "Only a drop shall do" she explained to Marcus. He then moved the bottle up to his nose, attempting to sniff it. "Nah!", she placed a hand over the bottle. Her hand obstructing his nose. He gave her a questioning glance. "It is very potent. The last thing I want is to be trapped in this dungeon with a rogue vampire" she explained.
Marcus only narrowed his eyes in silence.
"A few drops in Aro's drink will suffice," the witch instructed. "But beware, its effects are unpredictable. You cannot control the outcome, nor how long the effects last."
Marcus nodded his head in disgust as he turned to leave the witch in her shadows. He climbed the stairs and kept the vicious bottle under his cloak. Once he reached the top, there stood Caius.
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"Up and about?" Caius questioned Marcus as he narrowed his eyes. As if Caius could sense Marcus's betrayal. "Feeling better than ever" Marcus answered as he pushed his way past Caius. Before he could get far, Caius spoke, making Marcus stop in his tracks. "If you are seeking to betray Aro again, I do have to warn you, I don't believe he has an ounce of mercy left." Caius warned Marcus. This making him turn around to face Caius. "You think it was mercy. What he did to me in there was not mercy" Marcus's voice roared through the hall that laid at the top of the stairs that led to the dungeons below. "He could have sentenced you to a fine execution" Caius spoke calmly. " Last I looked, it was Jane who showered you with no mercy" Caius continued as he corrected Marcus. "By his hand and orders" Marcus spoke.
Caius only looked at Marcus with a puzzled disposition. then he spoke a single sentence. "You put yourself in that predicament" This made Marcus's cold blood boil. "Do not forget, you once were standing by my side." Marcus reminded Caius. "One word of your disloyalty, and I doubt hell shower you with mere punishment" Marcus hissed. Caius only stood there. He knew Marcus was lashing out. More than likely, he was on the blood-wine again. Caius only ran into Marcus by mistake. He was to check the prisoners in from the dungeons below. He needed to take count for tomorrows trials.
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Marcus simply scuffed at Caius then turned to continue his brisk path back to his chamber. He needed to plan again. He needed Aro to take what was awaiting in the witch's bottle. Caius watched as Marcus strode away. He then turned himself and made his way down the dungeon stairs.
Darkness clung to the walls like a suffocating blanket, broken only by the flickering glow of torches that cast eerie shadows upon the cold, stone floor. Caius descended the winding staircase as the many times he's done before.
A sense of foreboding suddenly crept over him, as if something unseen was stalking his every step. The air was heavy with the scent of dampness and decay, and the silence was broken only by the faint dripping of water from the walls. There was something else lingering down here. Not just the usual prisoners who were sleeping behind the bars.
With each step down, the darkness seemed to thicken, enveloping him like a suffocating embrace. He could feel the cold, clammy touch of stone against his skin, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled with fear. He knew he was not alone.
He paused, his senses straining to detect any sign of danger. A faint rustling sound echoed from the shadows, causing him to jerk around. But there was nothing there—only the endless darkness, mocking him with its silence.
Caius then sniffed the air around him. There was someone else down here. But the individual somehow concealed their scent. Yes, he could scent someone there, still. But it seemed smothered by the scent of grass and peppermint.
Suddenly, a prisoner's voice cried out. Diverting Caius's attention back to his duties. He continued his way through the dungeons and fulfilled his orders. He was not going to think much about the scent nor attempt to dig deeper. There was no way Marcus was going to betray Aro again. Especially after the punishment he received.
