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I follow the tracker down the aisle and look around me , admiring the wonderful architecture of the building. I guess I will enjoy my time here. The Volturi wants me to fight by their side, to be faithful and to protect the Masters. I can do it, plus I have no place to go.
«Aro must really like you. This used to be Dydime's room» Demetri says, unlocking the door and letting me in. I step inside the huge room and my mouth fall open.
This is not just a bedroom: it looks like a little flat. I have a library, a majestic bed in the middle of the room and a piano. Behind the left door there is a bathroom and behind the other one there is a walk-in closet.
«Wait a second... Is this my new room? Are you kidding me? Who was Dydime?» I ask curiously, contemplating an ancient picture on the wall. It should be a copy of "Il giuramento degli Orazi".
«She was Aro's sister. Marcus married her. He truly loved her, they used to be inseparable. Then she tragically died and Marcus , as you can see, spends his days hoping to die» he explains, standing next to me and looking at the picture in front of us.
«I did not know it. How did she die?» I whisper, not looking at him. «It's still a mystery. Some say that a vampire broke in and killed her, some others say Aro murdered her because she wanted to leave with Marcus... If I were you, I would not investigate» he whispers, glancing at me and licking his lips.
I immediately turn to look at him and step away from him «Demetri, please, do not stare at me like that. I am not a blood bag» I say, smiling slightly.
He laughs and shakes his head «Mi perdoni, signorina. I did not intend to scare you. It's just that your blood is so sweet. It's almost impossible for me to control my thirst» he confesses, walking towards me and holding my hands.
I raise my eyebrows and shiver at the contact with his cold skin. I do not like all of this physical contact with strangers.
«Demetri, I still can't get why you keep on standing so close to me» I say, shrugging. «Because you are la mia cantante» he whisper, burying his mouth in the crook of my neck. I gasp as his lips touch my jugular and try to push him away from me.
What the Hell does it mean? "La mia cantante"? I'm not italian, I do not understand a single word he has said.
«I am sorry, darling. Forgive me. I've got to go now, see you later» he whispers, winking at me before leaving the room quickly.
♛
I open the door of my new room and walk down the aisle, reaching a small garden I had seen before. The sun shines bright in the sky and I enjoy the pleasant weather of Italy. «What are you doing here?» a female voice asks coldly, making me jump in surprise.
