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 ethereal embrace of twilight, Y/N's slumber was haunted by relentless nightmares. Shadows danced menacingly, whispers hissed through the darkness, and fear gnawed at her very soul.
As the night wore on, her dreams grew more vivid and terrifying. She was pursued by relentless creatures, their claws bared and eyes blazing with malice. The weight of their presence pressed down on her, suffocating her with dread.
Y/N tossed and turned restlessly in the bed, trapped within the suffocating embrace of the nightmare. Beads of sweat glistened on her trembling skin as she fought against the relentless onslaught of horrors that plagued her mind.
Suddenly, a pair of crimson eyes pierced through the gloom, their piercing gaze sending shivers down her spine. Aro stood before her, his pale skin shimmering in the dim light.
A sinister smile spread across his lips as he reached out towards her, his icy fingers brushing against her neck. A wave of terror surged through her as she realized his intentions. Aro intended to feast upon her blood.
With a swift movement, he sank his teeth into her flesh, the pain exploding through her body. Y/N screamed, but her voice was swallowed by the darkness. Blood gushed from her wound, staining her nightgown a deep crimson.
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Aro's hunger consumed her, draining her of life with each sip. She felt her strength waning, her consciousness slipping away. As the darkness closed in, she heard his mocking laughter echoing in her ears.
Quickly the terror led to another nightmare. She found herself transported back to the frigid wasteland of the North, where she had once been a servant in Viktor's cruel coven.
The icy winds howled through the desolate landscape, biting at her exposed skin. She was surrounded by towering, shadowy figures, their eyes glinting with malevolence. Viktor, his face a mask of icy indifference, stood before her, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice a venomous whisper. "Look who's back. Our little witch has returned."
Fear coursed through Y/N's veins as Viktor's death dealers closed in on her. They grabbed her roughly, dragging her towards a dark and ominous chamber. Inside, she was thrown into a cold, stone cell, its walls encrusted with ancient runes.
She huddled on the damp floor, her body trembling with terror. The memories of her servitude flooded back: the endless chores, the relentless punishments, the constant fear that she would never escape, and the countless times Viktor forced her to use her magic for his doing.
Again, the terror transitioned. She was in Volturi. She was in the trial room. however, Aro was nowhere to be seen.
A cold wind howled through the open window, carrying with it an oppressive sense of dread. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she realized she was not alone. A sinister presence lurked in the shadows, its eyes glinting with malevolence.
Slowly, a figure emerged from the darkness, its form tall and menacing. It was Marcus whose cold gaze sent shivers down her spine. His lips curled into a cruel smile as he approached her, his every step a symphony of malice.
"You cannot escape me, witch" he hissed, his voice a venomous caress.
Y/N slowly realized what was in Marcus's grip. It was Aro's head. He was holding his grip upon the hair on Aro's head. Dismantled from his frame.
Y/N's body seized with fear. She tried to scream, but her voice was trapped in her throat. Marcus reached out a hand, his icy fingers grazing her skin. A surge of agony coursed through her body as he sank his teeth into her neck.
Blood erupted from the wound, staining her skin crimson. Y/N felt her life force draining away, her world descending into a spiral of pain and darkness.
Just when she thought she couldn't bear it anymore, a glimmer of hope appeared in the darkness. A warm, familiar voice echoed through her mind.
Amidst the chaos
"Y/N, wake up."
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Aro's voice was a gentle caress, soothing her troubled mind. She opened her eyes to find herself enveloped in his crimson glare.
"My dearest, you are safe," he whispered, his voice a balm to her trembling heart.
Y/N reached out instinctively, her fingers curling around his cold, marble-like hand. Aro's touch sent a surge of tranquility through her body, calming the storm raging within her soul.
"I had such terrible dreams," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
"I know, my love. I felt your distress," Aro replied, his gaze meeting hers with understanding.
Aro drew Y/N close, his body a sanctuary against the horrors that had plagued her. She nestled against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby.
As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, Y/N's nightmares slowly faded into oblivion. The darkness that had consumed her was replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.
And so, Y/N drifted back to sleep, secure in the knowledge that she was loved and protected by the guardian of her dreams.
