I love a happy ending...

“Aro..” Sulpicia smiled, placing her book down on the table before gliding over to him. Truth be told, his visits were the highlights of her week. Sometimes it was the only thing that could put a smile on her face. "How have you been, my sweet?”

"Your work is important, I forgive you.   I can wait an eternity, darling." Sulpicia chuckled,  leading him into her part of the tower.   "How is work? You always seem so busy lately,   and I often wonder what's happening.   I worry, you know. I don't want you overworking yourself."

"There has been an uproar of revolt in the vampire world recently," Aro explained. "Many are apparently unsatisfied with the direction things are leading, and I am beginning to be unsure of what to do." He then sighed, shaking his head.

  “Aro..” Sulpicia smiled,  placing her book down on the table before gliding over to him.   Truth be told, his visits were the highlights of her week.  Sometimes it was the only thing that could put a smile on her face.  "How have you been, my sweet?”

Hearing her voice immediately put a large smile on the vampire ruler's face. "Hello my dear.." he said in a soft voice, looking down at his beloved wife, taking in her lovely features. "Do forgive me, Sulpicia. I would have visited earlier, however, I had business I needed to attend to."

  Anastasia stood at the base of multiple thrones, a regal man sitting in that of the middle.  As the young brunette looked around, it seemed as if all eyes stared her down, watching her as if ready to take her apart and see what was inside.  She swallowed, returning her gaze to the unfamiliar figure before her.  It was his eyes that she noted first, a deep blood red, which were as endless as the sea.  It was her knowledge of what he was that drew her to this place and his kind.

"Forgive me if I have intruded…" She trailed, eyes on the floor beneath her, before she slowly lifted her chin, leveling her sight of vision.  "But I have come upon the request of answers…knowledge or reasoning for events of the past which have involved your kind, and mine." The fae spoke softly, hoping that her words were not pushing or prying. 

Her voice rang in his ears as she spoke. The way that the brunette held herself and spoke reminded him much of the pixie-like member of the Cullen family.

"What is your question, my dear?" he called out in answer, folding his hands together. "And, might I ask, what is your kind?" He longed to know what she was, who she was. She was so interesting..

"Who are you? And where am I?" Gale demanded as soon as he was let go. He noticed the guard had a very strong hold on him, made him wonder to what he was exactly dealing with. 

"My name is Aro. Welcome to Volterra, Italy." As he said that, he walked back and sat on his throne. Well, it wasn't exactly looking like much of a welcome, but it did seem like the polite thing to say.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?” Gale seethed. The was another kick to the stomach. He fell to his knees, groaning from the impact.

"Watch your tone boy." One of the guards snapped taking a step back from him and Aro. So he was in the presence of some ruler. Great. As if President Snow wasn’t bad enough.

"Enough." Aro scolded, shooting the guard a threatening look. Yes, he would often bring humans into the throne room to feed off of, but he was not cruel to them. Aro wasn't heartless, and he would not tolerate his guards to mistreat even humans in his presence.

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"And what brings you to the city of Volterra?"

   Gale had been badly bruised and beaten, the last thing he remembered was sedated and thrown into a car. As he looked around he found himself surrounded what appeared to be an enormous room. A throne room? The man who spoke looked extremely pale almost white as snow, his eyes we’re also blood red.

”W-where the hell am I..?” He obviously didn’t hear the last question. His vision and senses we’re still a little fuzzy.

Aro looked at the bruised human before him and leaned his head slightly to the side. Another confused human. Slowly, he rose from his throne, taking a few steps toward the young man.

"What is the last thing you remember?" he asked in a low voice. Perhaps he had a little run in with a few of the guards, he thought to himself.

"But of course. And what might that be?"

"What happens when two guards you depend on are dating and it could distract them from doing their duties?”       Renata questioned moving a strand of        her dark hair from her face to look up        at him.

"If they are distracted and not doing their duties, then that simply must stop." he told her. "The Volturi cannot afford to have two guards not doing what they are assigned to do."

Demetri swallowed his venom thickly down his throat, then glanced back at his master with dark, shameful eyes.         “Master. I refuse.”

"Demetri, I suggest you tell me the truth." Aro said rather sternly. "You've already lied to me, I believe you should start explaining yourself."

“Huh, cool. guess those golden eyes ones are like me.” She said before tilting her head in curiosity. “And the ones with the red eyes like you, must drink human blood?”

He nodded again. "Tell me, why drink only animal blood, rather than human? What makes you feel so obligated to do so?"

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"You know, you could be a bit kinder when you send my guards back to me.”

"And why the hell would I do that?" 

"They are only doing their jobs, after all."

She raised. “They’re are Golden eyes, too?” She shrugged before smiling. “Please excuse me for my rudeness. Uh, I’m Jules I’m a Vampire, as well. So, seeing all the different eye colours is new to me.”

(No worries! )

"Your questions are normal," he told her, giving her a small smile. "And yes, there are yellow eyes, though there are few."

She smiled and nods. “Really? Cool. Do they drink animal blood…or soemthing like that makes their eye colour change?”

Aro nodded. "Precisely. Those whose eyes are yellow live off of animal blood only and are typically have astonishing self-control around humans."

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"Good afternoon, Renata."

"Good evening Aro. I was wondering if I could speak to you about something.”

"But of course. And what might that be?"