𝕵uliette, a young woman with the ability to manipulate memories, had the misfortune of becoming an immortal.
A vampire who never knew the value of living, her entire human life she had been lacking any joy or excitement, until she was turned in 20...
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"ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅs"
The rubies that reflected in her eyes swirled like two pools, which glistened like diamonds in a night sky, the color in her eyes slightly darkened.
Her light blonde hair was in loose waves, before her shoulders.
She sported a deep emerald form-fitted minidress, a black leather belt tight around her waist, a black leather jacket, and a pair of black combat boots.
With excellent speed, she overtook Vladimir & Stefan, her head tilted back at the sound of wolf growls behind her.
Juliette sprinted through the forest, noticing a bunch of wolves lagging behind them as she used the claws on her hands to hold onto a tree, kicking one of the wolves that snapped its jaw at her.
Repelling off of the tree before landing onto high ground, with Vladimir & Stefan sitting casually on a rock.
Vladimir whistled at it, mockingly, whereas I glared at it in contrast.
Carlisle, with his golden eyes, spoke up, "Vladimir, Stefan. You're a long way from home."
Juliette's head snapped towards the new crowd, her crimson eyes catching sight of two strawberry blondes, "What're they doing here?"
Her ruby eyes entangled with the shorter of the two blondes, Tanya, her gold clashing with Juliette's red, as the latter's lips kept their pursed form.
The pale blonde Romanian vampire replied, "We heard the Volturi were moving against you, but that you would not stand alone."
This leader character raised his voice, "We didn't do what we were accused of." His voice had a genuine tone in it.
"We don't care what you did, Carlisle." Vladimir dragged.
Stefan began speaking, "We have been waiting a millennium for the Italian scum to be challenged." Juliette's gaze travelled toward the dark haired Romanian beside her.
"It's not our plan to fight the Volturi." Carlisle, honestly, expressed.
"Shame." Vladimir glanced at Juliette, before flickering on Stefan's, "Aro's witnesses will be so disappointed."
"They enjoy a good fight." The two Romanians shared a laugh.
Eleazar stepped forward, stunned by their statement.
"Aro's witnesses...?" The dark haired man, who had experience with the Volturi, inquired.
"Still hoping they'll listen?" Vladimir's grin disappeared, his tongue cicking against the roof of his mouth.
