There mysterious girl

Chapter 1

Cauis stared at the door leading to the antechamber for a long time after the law breakers left. The girl's unique fragrance, bright and soft at the same time, still hovered in the air, tormenting him. He scoffed at his own foolishness. He'd smelled blood better than hers. The Cullen boy was weak for craving her the way he did. She barely even smelled edible to Caius.

Aro was going soft. He didn't care how talented the human might be- the Cullens had blatantly violated the law! They should have burned and served as a warning to other vampires with similar romantic notions. A relationship with a human indeed!

The human, Isabella was her name, was no more Edward Cullen's mate than she was Jane's. The thought filled Caius with an irrational stab of jealous anger. As if she could belong to that welp! As far as he was concerned, young Edward was playing with his food. Using her to see how deeply their coven could fraternize with their natural prey. Disgusting.

If it were up to Caius alone, the whole lot of them would be wiped out. They were barely skirting the boundaries of the law even before they involved the girl, making a mockery of the Volturi by living amongst humans. But they fascinated Aro, and his brother did so love oddities. Although he was delighted by their eccentricities, Aro was no fool.

Caius wondered how far this coven who'd amassed too many talented members and broken the only law they regularly enforced would have to push before Aro took action.

If he knew Aro at all the answer was not much further.

If he had to guess, Caius would say that Aro wanted the human and the seer for himself and was simply biding his time until he could manipulate some offense to his advantage.

Would they refuse to change the girl? Although his brother had seen the human as an immortal in the psychic's thoughts, Caius didn't believe that pussy would change her. He seemed too enamored by her fragility to consider making her his equal. That, and there were too many variables with the psychic's gift for Caius's liking. It was based on decisions, he'd learned. Who was to say that young Edward wouldn't simply change his mind as soon as they left Italy?

Isabella haunted him long after Heidi had brought in their biweekly meal. Caius pounced on a girl who shared the same dark hair and fair skin as Isabella, but her features were all wrong and her blood too rich and sweet. He didn't stroke her hair the way he'd wanted to as he thought of Isabella. He did clutch her tightly to his body, however, as he sank his razor sharp teeth into the column of her throat.

Drinking from her didn't help. Neither did the next human or the one after that. Whatever was ailing him couldn't be cured by blood, leaving Caius in unchartered waters. He was irritable, even for him, and something in the vicinity of his sternum ached, of all things. He couldn't make sense of it.

Aro and Marcus gave him odd looks, the latter even smirking for the barest second at him, as he stalked irritably through the castle. They were in cahoots about something, but Caius could hardly bring himself to care. Aro was always scheming. Although Marcus's sudden return to himself was interesting.

What witchcraft is this, he thought savagely.

She was an enigma, this human. She had even ensnared Marcus with her dark eyes and bewitching scent. With his perfect recall, Caius conjured her face without meaning to at odd moments.

"There you are, brother," Aro said, as though he were suddenly delighted by Caius's appearance. "Jane has news of the newborns."

Caius lowered himself into an armchair. He had not heard of any newborns. But it was possible, however much he hated to admit it, that he was so preoccupied thinking about the girl that he'd been neglecting his duties. Even from afar she was trying to ruin him!