TAINTED BLOOD (Aro Volturi X Reader)

Resurreciton

The moon cast a silver glow over the ancient trees of the forest, their gnarled branches reaching toward the star-studded sky like the fingers of time itself. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the tranquility of night only disturbed by the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. A sense of urgency pulsed through the Volturi as they made their way to Rivendell, carrying the limp form of their leader, Aro, on a wooden plank. His once-vibrant crimsons were now pallid,  eyes clouded, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell of the powerful vampire he used to be.

Y/N walked among them, her heart heavy with hope and trepidation. All that remained was her desperate bargain with Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell, who held the key to Aro's salvation.

Aro had always been the lifeblood of the Volturi, bringing order and cunning to their reign. Now, without him, they were poised to unravel, a rope stretched taut on the verge of snapping. But the price for his revival was steep. The elvish lord had placed a condition upon his healing—Y/N's daughter was to wed one of the Elven princes, a union that would intertwine the fate of their respective races. The prospect weighed heavily on her conscience, chilling her thoughts with the implications of such a life-changing decision.

"Stay focused," she chided herself, forcing her mind to center on the task at hand. The Elven pools were known for their healing properties, their waters imbued with magic that thrummed with nature's pulse. If they could just reach them in time, Aro might still have a chance.

As they walked further into the woods, the trees grew thicker, their trunks shrouded in the haunting mist of twilight. Flickering torchlight danced against the cool shadows, illuminating their path ahead. Her heart raced to the rhythm of their march, and doubt prickled at her edges. What if they were too late? What if the bargain with Elrond was futile? A shiver skated down her spine as she cast a glance at Aro's still form. His skin was cold as always, but his blood was boiling underneath, and though he bore the mark of immortality, in that vulnerable state, he was no more than a fragile fragment of the being he once was.

They soon reached the outskirts of Rivendell, where the sounds of running water greeted them. Elven Rivers wound its way through the valley, its waters crystalline and glistening under the moon's gaze. The air shimmered with magic—a palpable energy that made Y/N feel both small and significant, a part of something larger than herself. They approached the bridge that led to the sanctuary of the Elven pools, and for a moment, the terrain seemed to hold its breath.

Elrond stood waiting on the other side, his presence ethereal, cloaked in shadows and shimmering moonlight. He was regal, his long, dark hair cascading down his back, eyes reflecting the wisdom of countless ages. The moment their eyes met, Y/N felt the weight of her bargain hanging between them like a fragile web.

She stepped forward, her heart racing as she spoke, "Are you ready to honor our agreement? Aro's life depends on it."

Elrond surveyed the scene—a solemn procession weighed down by the unspoken urgency of the moment, carrying a being who once ruled with an iron hand. "We shall do what is needed," he replied, voice steady and calm. "But know, the price is not just a union; it is a melding of destinies."

Y/N nodded, although a part of her recoiled at the thought of binding her daughter's future to a world of Elven politics. 

Against the backdrop of the Elven waters, she swore she could hear his heartbeat, a steady rhythm punctuated by gasps as he battled the fear encroaching upon him. It beat like a war drum, each pulse a reminder of life clawing against the overwhelming realization of his impending fate. 

Y/N quickly came to his side.

"Aro," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The moment hung thick in the air as his clouded crimsons found hers, a flicker of hope sparking in their depths. He was captivating, even in his predicament, and the pull between them felt like gravity—a force she could no longer resist.

"Y/N," he breathed

Yet, unconsciousness lingered. 

Y/N followed Elrond and the surrounding Elves to the elven pools. The same pools she witnessed with Aro not too long ago. The thought enveloping her in tears.