Nothing else better to do |ALEC|

[ALYXANDER QUINN VOLTURI]

Quinn made her way to the common room – one of a few places where she might find some peace of mind. The Masters were having a seemingly important meeting with their guards. Quinn was a guard, but she was not that important to be in the throne room and be aware of what was going on. There was technically nothing for her to do. If she had been bigger or had more powerful gift, she would have been elected to guard the throne room while the meeting was occurring. But Aro was not that stupid to let a vampire whose fighting skills were horrible – who could nothing more effectively than seeing dead people – guard the door of the throne room. Sighing, the small girl stepped inside the common room. There were some miserable vampires like her inside, playing Xbox – the game she found so silly. None of them seemed to be interested in talking to her. There were also some ghosts there but she took no notice of them. Unlike the vampires, the ghosts seemed to be excited to see her. Quinn heard them whispering about her not being eligible to attend the meeting. At first, she ignored them but they started to get so annoying that she had to yell out loud to tell them to shut up. The whole room stared at her curiously. What are you looking at? She uttered irritatingly. She let her gaze fell across the room once before sitting down on the wooden chair near a bookshelf. She took a look at the books on the shelf and decided to take the biggest one which was mainly about the history of the coven.

Being a guard of a royal family is a lot of fun; being a guard of the royal family of the vampires’ world is even more fun. Quinn saw her job that way. She loved where she was, who she was and what she did now. Well, despite being a small guard, Quinn had her own reputation – most of the guards did, even if they were low-ranked ones like her. The Volturi’s guards were known as august and powerful people with deadly look and emotionless face by some other vampires around the world – those vampires feared the Volturi, so being a part of what they feared made them rather fearful. That was what Quinn – the small guard – enjoyed quite much about her position. But it only happened outside the castle. Inside the castle, things changed very quickly.

There were huge differences between a higher-ranked guard and a low-ranked one. Of course, the more power you had, the more respect you got. It was like…unwritten rule here. Quinn noticed some arrogant guards passing her room everyday and she was jealous. She had been working for the Volturi for decades but she was still not good enough to be promoted. The theory was that she was not… helpful enough. A smirk grew on her face as she thought of the word helpful. Certainly, a person who could see dead people roaming around was definitely not as helpful as a person who could make people feel the worst pain in their existence or a person who could numb people’s senses. It was the Witch twins she was thinking about. They were at the same age with her, at least they physically appeared to be so, and they were the treasures of the Volturi. Without them, there was no such thing as Volturi coven. Quinn did not come up with that statement – it was the ghosts who had told her. The dead people were not as boring as people always thought. They knew everything about everything. They had told her about the twins’ roles on the Volturi’s very first days. The book she was holding in her hands also mentioned that detail. There was no need to say how important they were. Not only did Aro treasure them but he also treated the twins like his children. Quinn remembered accidentally mentioning that she could be as good as they were, and she ended up annoying her Master. That attitude of Aro’s told her it was best for her to stop dreaming of being equal with them. Ambitious as she was, she knew safety was the thing that really mattered. Thus, she always showed full respect to Jane and Alec, always appeared humble when they were around. That kind of reminded her of the days at the public school where bullies were as scary as hell. She smirked quietly. Her eyes settled on the spirit of a teenager who seemed to have died at around the age of fifteen. The Twins are like bullies at high school – don’t you think so? She talked to the spirit and she received no response. Even ghosts were afraid of Jane and Alec.

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[ALEC AMRIC VOLTURI]

The meeting had been no more important than the previous few had been, as the Volturi masters conferred about what to do during the upcoming ball. There were covens to attend for, gifted vampires to consider, and of course pawns to push into play on the massive chessboard Aro had managed to erect right under everyone's nose, though Alec and Jane had always been away that every step taken in regards to Aro's ball was like pacing themselves on a checkered floor. It wasn't that Alec minded terribly, aside from the prolonged separation from his twin, which frayed his nerves to the point where he had to take extra care not to simply snap and murder the next person to step into his view, but he was getting awfully tired of the ball being on everyone's lips. To him, it was merely a formality, and an excuse for Aro to pull as many gifted vampires into his midst as possible, showing the world that the Volturi was stronger than ever, even after the face they had lost to the Cullens.

And that, Alec knew, was also part of Aro motivation: regaining some of the fear and respect that had trickled away after the fiasco in the snow, when the entire Volturi guard, even the wives, had advanced on the Cullen coven in anticipations of wiping them out for the sin of creating an Immortal Child. It had merely been an excuse to instigate a fight with the Cullens, Alec knew that, but one way or another he hadn't cared. To him, the Cullens were nothing, merely another vampire coven that would be expected to obey the rules as laid down by the Volturi master; furthermore, to him, it had just been another job.

He had not, of course, expected his gift to be met with the Swan girl's shield, which had made the mist curl around the group, making the shield itself appear as a giant bubble, but Alec had merely raised an eyebrow and recalled the mist when asked, his face schooled in a bored expression as Aro had spoken, even as his sister had simmered beside him. He remembered reaching out for her, stopping her when she had advanced, beautiful in the anger she displayed towards the Cullens, who had foiled her gift as well. He would have liked to let her go, to watch her wreck havoc upon their enemies, her face twisted in a sadistic smile that, to Alec, was entirely bewitching, but he had also known that such an infraction would not have been met with smiles, not from Aro, who had been grasping at the straws of control.

Keeping his features relaxed and mocking as the leaders spoke amongst themselves, Alec glanced around the throne room. There were, of course, guards such as Demetri and Felix stationed around, but his beloved sister was not among them, and he felt the loss of her presence like a physical ache, one that kept him from standing entirely still and listening to the others. It wasn't long before he opted to move locations, leaving the rest of the planning to the other high-ranking (though not quite at his rank) guards that were throwing in their weightless opinions on trivial issues like where the golden cloth would go. Alec, after all, did not care. He would play his part, shroud himself in the black clothing of the high-ranking guards and adorn an black mask, simple, perhaps, with elegant little designs on the side, but little more.

Sweeping out of the main audience chambers, Alec let his eyes catch on the many subtle decorations adorning the walls of the Volterra castle--tapestries, old vases worth millions; all that and more could be found in various places throughout the castle, occasionally intermingled with more modern things, to make the place look a little less odd to the occasional human tourists who came to see the magnificent castle of St. Marcus.

The thought made Alec's mouth curve into a cruel smile as he thought about the outsiders Heidi would often bring into the coven, those lured by her gift of pure sex appeal, where they would quickly be feasted on by members of the guard and, eventually, the leaders. The humans were, of course, hopeless to stop it, and occasionally Alec would let his mist envelop his chosen prey, watching quietly as the light left their eyes and they were left gaping like fishes, their hands scrabbling for their eyes and their faces, their nails leaving lacerations on their fragile skin that they could not feel, just as their mouths would open in screams they could not hear. Sometimes Alec would reach forward then, and remove them hands from their bodies with deceptive gentleness, before he would quickly surge forward and bite into the tender skin between their neck and their shoulder, holding on even as they scrabbled to get away, trying to push at him, not knowing where he was. He would hold his ground, and eventually their struggling would cease, and he would watch their bodies as they dropped gracelessly to the ground, the blood staining his otherwise flawless, pale skin.

Humans were weak creatures, and he was happy he was no longer of their rank.

Continuing his walk, Alec allowed himself to reach the common room, where conversation was quick to hush as he passed, something that made him smirk. He paused when he heard a voice then, and his eyes flickered to the far corner of the room, where one of the lesser guards sat curled up in a chair, and oh, that's the one that can talk to ghosts. How fun.

Alec inclined his head as he heard the last of her words, and he allowed himself to chuckle lowly, his eyes, bright red from a recent feed, locking on the other guard's prone figure.

"Perhaps, but unlike your high school bullies, we have the power and the will to uphold our threats."

[ALYXANDER QUINN VOLTURI]

Quinn was born with quite a stupid gift: the ability of seeing dead people. At first, when she was still a human, that ability merely helped her feel the presence of a spirit near her. Nevertheless, after becoming a vampire, it was no longer a feeling anymore, it developed into a vision. Quinn had been happy and satisfied with her gift because she thought she was special, until the day she was brought to the Volturi. That was when her eyes were opened. Joining and becoming a part of the guards made her realize even more how small she was; it was not only about the size but also about the power. If her ability had had something to do with combat things, she would have been more valuable. Quinn never felt good about herself, although she really wanted to do that for once. She could not remember how many times she had to tell herself not to be jealous with other vampires with much helpful gifts; but her effort failed afterward. Albeit she often seemed to be so proud of herself, she was nothing more than a coward – an underdog. Not to mention that the ghosts sometimes brought her more troubles than benefits. They had nothing to worry about, since they were dead and could not be killed again. She was not like them, she was alive and she loved her life so much that she would never give it up for any reason. Therefore, she could not help but worry when the ghosts began to badmouth some of the Volturi members. Their favorite objects were the three leaders and the twins. Everything they talked about those people, Quinn had to watch her tongue very carefully so as to make sure she did not let a careless word slip out of her mouth. A careless moment could send her to hell. The silence suddenly dominated the atmosphere but she did not seem to pay attention to whatever was going on. No sooner had a voice spoke to her than she realized that careless moment finally happened to her. As she heard the comment coming from no other than one of the twin – Alec, she began to feel the cold running down her spine. It took her a few minutes before she could look up at his face. Quinn was at a loss of words. She could come up with something to lie to him so as to keep her head stable on her neck but she literally did not know how to defend herself since it was Alec who heard what she said. You should have warned me that he was coming. She muttered irritatingly to the ghosts around her, trying to keep her voice low so as the vampire standing in front of her would not hear.

She knew nothing much about the twins who were known as Witch Twins. She only knew that they were precious members of the coven and Aro treasured them more than anything. Curiosity was all she had for them. She had witnessed their powers once or twice and they were indeed very scary, as scary as their owners. She had never interacted with any of until this moment. She wondered whether it was a good thing or not.

Quinn gulped quickly as she noticed the stare of curiosity coming from other people in the room. They must be wondering what she had done that caught Alec’s attention. A reluctant smile crossed her lips. Trying to keep her voice from being shaky, she replied calmly. Good day to you, Sir. I thought you would never stop by this noisy place. She let her gaze fall across the common room – which used to be filled with people’s talking, laughter and noise but now fell in odd silence. That is something we can agree on. Well, my high school bullies torture the other kids but their punches. And also, bullies are stupid big guys who never use their heads. They hurt people without thinking. I really hope those are other differences. Quinn said gently to him, smiling innocently. She said nice things about people in all her life. She never dared to speak her mind because she feared whatever in her head would lead her to a painful death. She could be considered a coward; but she was fine with it, as long as she still lived. Certainly, Alec was on of those people she should be respectful to – everyone knew bad things would happen naturally if someone challenged his patience. Flattering was one of a few skills that she had, which kept her alive until these days. Nevertheless, it was hard for her to be humble in front of a boy who appeared just at her age – they should be classmates or something like that, instead of being in such different ranks, or classes like this. Slowly, Quinn stood up, putting her book back on the shelf. She slightly bowed her head to Alec. I hope whatever I let escape my lips did not bother you.

I’m Quinn, if you ever want to know. She shrugged slightly.

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[ALEC AMRIC VOLTURI]

Flattery and deference was something Alec had become used to over the years, and it was to the point where he didn't much care whether the sentiments were genuine or not. Of course, he knew they usually weren't, but there was something satisfying in listening as people tried to placate him, their fear for what he could do evident no matter how much people tried to hide it. It was a far cry from his human life, when he and his sister had been virtually powerless, unable to prevent the events that had led to their turning and Aro's slaughter of their entire village, and when Jane wasn't around the empty flattery served to ground him more than anyone knew.

It wasn't that he derived pleasure from the comments themselves, though. One could make a comment on his appearance, or on anything; they could pander to his vanity, they could address him as "sir", they could apologise a thousand times, and it wouldn't matter to Alec. What people said about him never mattered, and he had lived to long to start caring about that now. No, what mattered to Alec wasn't the specific words spoken, but the fact that the speaker was saying them in a gesture of deference, and of fear. Offending him was something to be avoided at all costs, something to run away from because he was worthy of their fear, and they knew what he could do, should he wish it, because he was powerful, and ridiculously so. Until the Egyptian elemental, Alec's gift had been considering one of the most dangerous in the entirety of the vampire world due to his ability to effect multiple targets, and even now he considered it more important than the elemental's, for though his wrecked more physical destruction, it was Alec's that proved to be unescapable. Once his gift had taken hold, there was nothing to stop its effects until Alec recalled it, or until the affected target was taken care of, which always made Alec smirk absently, even as he pulled his attention away from controlling the flow of the mist. Sometimes, Alec wondered whether his victims even knew they were dead after their heads became separated from their bodies, the remains burned in a fire that, even now, Alec never stood too close to.

But then he realised he didn't care. It didn't matter what they thought. They were contracts to him; the means to accomplish his missions. Their suffering, by his hand or otherwise, meant nothing.

A dark smile crossed Alec's face as the girl reprimanded the dead, and he was well aware of the silence that had descended upon the room, brought on my his presence. They were right to fear him, of course, though if Jane was here Alec knew the fear would be even stronger, to the point where he would be able to scent it. Jane had no compunctions about using her gift on the guards that didn't show them or Aro the proper respect they deserved, and though Alec wasn't as liberal with his, he had also made it clear, several times, that he was not to be crossed. What Jane did made her feared. What Alec could do accomplished the same thing for him.

He deigned not to comment on the girl's words to the ghost, though he had easily heard them. One could not hope to hide a spoken comment from any vampire at this range, and Alec chided her mentally, in a bored tone, for her assuming she could. Still, the obvious signs of distress were enough to limit his immediate reaction to a mere raising of his eyebrow, and he watched for an almos sadistic amount of time as she pulled herself together.

"There is not a place in this castle not riddled with noises these days," Alec said, and though his words were drawled, there was an edge of steel mockery behind them, which was reflected in his eyes. Slowly, and with drawn out movements, his arms crossed over his chest, and he inclined his head lightly to the side. It was no secret that he and Jane disdained of this ball, and Alec found no logic in pretending otherwise. It was a mere political game and he knew it, even if he wasn't aware of the precise details. That did not bother him, however. The details of a plan were inconsequential. When the word was given, Alec would carry out his duty, and he would look nowhere but forward as he did so. One could learn from the past, but there was never any need to dredge it up needlessly, after all, and Alec's bodycount was one of those inconsequential things.

He smirked at her flattering words, empty of sincerity, but then again, he hadn't expected them to be sincere. All that mattered was that she was frightened enough to speak them.

There were those who would call him arrogant, and the thought brought another mocking smirk to Alec's face. Of course he was arrogant. His place was secure, and the black of his clothing made it clear to all who saw him that he was a high-standing member of the Volturi, next to only the leaders themselves, and his beloved twin. His road had taken him from being a frightened child, trying to push the pain of his own burning skin, and that of his sister's--and he would have died if Jane had died, even if he had been saved and she wasn't, because there was no living without Jane by his side--as far as he could from his mind, to one of the most powerful individuals in the vampiric world.

He may have looked like a child to some, trapped forever in between the ages of thirteen and sixteen--honestly, he wasn't sure; it wasn't like they had ever kept track, back when they were human--but he was over a thousand years old. He had earned the fear, the respect, and the hatred he had garnered over the years, and he had no remorse for any of the decisions he had made since leaving his old life behind.

"Why don't you tell me, Alyxander?" he asked, because he did know her name, and he wasn't benign enough to completely let go of her earlier words. "Torture doesn't have to be physical." His eyes flashed over to one of the other lesser guards, who had stood in an attempt to leave the room. The guard was quick to sit back down, and he turned back to the girl, the dark smile from before on his face. "After all, there must have been some reason you made such a clever connection. If I'm not big--" and he wasn't, he and his twin were quite small, in fact, but that was beside the point "--and I'm not stupid, then what drove you to that?" He clicked his tongue then, eyes glittering with mocking cruelty, but then abruptly the hard glint was placed by a sheer amusement, and a lofty disregard.

"Do not make the mistake of thinking your words mean anything to me, Alyxander Quinn. There are those who retire to their place of respite every day wishing for my death in the most drawn out way possible." He laughed, but it was not a kind sound. "You think they would have better things to do. How sad."

ooc: ugh, i'm sorry for all the typos that will totally be here. my new keypad is awkward to use and it results in me missing letters and stuff.

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