You Better Watch Out (Eleazar)

[Katherine O'Riley]

The older she got the more distinguished Italy seemed to become. She had seen this world evolve and grow...wars had started and ended all within a flip of a coin. Nothing was ever written in stone, not even her beloved Homeland. Even now wars threatened the peaceful communities, of the mortal world and the world she knew was the truth. As star-struck as she had been upon her first arrival to Italy, many things had changed. Everything about Italy called out to her, from the scents, the sights, to even the familarity of things. It was home, just like Ireland was. Ireland was the place she called home nevertheless.

It had been a while since she had come here. Having lived in both Ireland and Italy, there were certainly differences between the two, obviously, but the very important thing was at least here she felt like she had a purpose. Back in Ireland, she hadn’t had that for many centuries. Having lived over three thousand years she had seen and done things that not a lot of others could claim that they did.

Everything had happened the way it did for a reason even if that reason wasn’t always an easy one to identify. Today she was out of her home, which was something she did more often at night than during the day for obvious reasons. It was evening and so she didn’t have to worry about questions being raised.

Her red eyes scanned the familiar territory that Volterra held. It’s scenery had not changed in the few centuries she had lived here but still it was breathtaking. She had been keeping her eyes peeled. Volterra had a tendancy to bring vampires from all over the world to the peaceful town that she had called home since the early 1900’s. She loved the city. Always full of excitement, and yet there were things she wished she could eliminate. Like the humans and the vegetarians who dared enter the city’s domain. There was nothing she could do about it, since Aro and the Volturi had allowed it to happen. The one thing was she was not going to go against them. She’d seen just how dangerous they could be if provoked and so she definitely did not want to cross them for any reason.

She liked her life, and did not want to put it on the chopping block. Still, she did not like the idea of such things happening. Her eyes moved through the various people and vampires alike who had come out onto the streets. One of them stood out. Eleazar Denali. She knew who he was alright, he had been a Volturi member once but he’d left them. Pity really, but she disliked the course of what he had become, vegetarian. Turning his back on the old ways. On what a vampire should be, instead of what they were.

Vampires were not meant to hide in the shadows, and drink from animals like a coward! No. They were the ones who were in control, not these pitiful excuses of mortals. She didn’t see the point in saving their lives, keeping them alive when they did nothing but be a waste of an existance. She had been human once, and had seen the vile things they could be accounted for, and she did not ever want to think about it. No, she would kill the first one she could lay her hands on, should the oppertunity arise. Her eyes fell on Eleazar as she walked toward him. “Long way from home aren’t you, Eleazar. And don’t think I don’t know who you are.” She told him in a matter of fact tone, the same kind of tone she’d heard members of the Volturi use on a daily basis. She knew more than likely that he would not know her name and that was insulting to say the least, if it turned out to be the case. Though it did not matter in the long run.

[ELEAZAR ÁLVARO DENALI]

Eleazar let out a sigh. Eleazar was not sure whether it was wise to go back to Volterra or not. But he was indeed in love with this place from the first time he landed his eyes on such a beautiful town. Not many people in the world knew about this beautiful town of Italy. He was away from Volterra for too long and this sudden return made everything so strange to him, although nothing had changed much. Every corner, every path, every alley still looked the same but why he found them so unfamiliar. This place was once his home. Now his home was no longer here. But he loved it still. He loved that Volterra was as old and mysterious as it had been years ago when he was still a guard of the Volturi. Those days were glorious. He fed human’s blood everyday, had no worries about food or life and never had to fear anyone, except for his masters. He remembered that wonderful taste of human’s blood. He remembered the warmth he felt every time he drained someone’s blood. He remembered the satisfaction he always got after the meal. And he also could not forget the panicked look on his victims’ faces. Their eyes were full of fears; their breath was heavy and their skin went pale; their bloodcurdling screams were a throbbing pain to him. He could not forget their shaky voice when they asked him to let them go. Never could he forget the tears streaming down a mother’s face when she watched her son being drained. But she did not have to suffer the pain of losing her child for so long, because she followed her son afterward. That was not the only family he had ruined. There were so many, too many to count. A cruel vampire killed them all to satisfy his disgusting demand. He could always defend himself and said that everything he did was essential to survive. He existed but never felt alive. It was him before he met Carmen.

A smile crossed his face as the memories came back to his mind. Bloodsuckers were beautiful creatures – hard to resist. But to him, they were all the same and nothing much to look at. He was so used to seeing that deadly beauty that he found it trivial. It was nothing better than a trap to seduce humans into their traps. Then Carmen came into his life. She had already been a vampire when he met her. She was such a strong and independent young woman. She dared to say what no one else would say. She was such a magnet, like gravity. And she made him realize what a monster he had been. His heart, after such a long time stop beating, wanted to jump right out of his chest. For the first time, Eleazar felt so alive; he did not just merely exist, but he lived. And he knew what he had to do. He left the Volturi. It was a tough decision but what was what he wanted to do – he wanted to stop killing, to live like a good man he had been when he was a human, and to be with Carmen forever. It was a good thing that they got out of Italy safely without any stalkers or bad luck. His life changed again when he ran into the Denali’s and was offered to stay with them. It was one of the happiest days of his life, because he finally had a family with three wonderful sisters and a beautiful wife. What else could he ask for? The Denali’s were the vegetarians, which meant they did not suck human’s blood. And they showed him and Carmen how to do without human’s blood. They started living off animal’s blood and Eleazar finally found some peace of mind after such a long time struggling with his conscience. Of course, most of the members of the Volturi found his giving up human’s blood hilarious and stupid since they believed nothing was more despicable and trivial than humans and vegetarians. Giving up the trait of a true vampire meant that he had turned his back on the Volturi, despite the fact that he always respected the laws and all that. Therefore, he was no longer welcomed in the castle, or Volterra. Strangely enough, Eleazar was literally okay with being seen as a coward for living the life of a vegetarian. People might found what he did idiotic but he believed that whoever could ignore benefits for themselves to do bigger things, like saving a lot of lives, were heroes. And he was proud to say that he was one of them.

Eleazar was lost in thoughts, but he soon got back to Earth when a voice sounded in the silent night. A smirk crossed his face briefly and turned into a friendly smiled when he turned to see who it was. Katherine O’Riley – a beautiful, independent young woman who had great faith in the Volturi, almost seemed to worship them. We meet again. What a nice surprise! How are you doing, Ma’m? He greeted her then said in response to her statement. Yes, long way from home. But I hope you don't mind my presence here since this place was once my home anyhow. It’s good to see it never changes too much. And it’s good to see its citizens still live peacefully without being aware of a huge danger is hiding right underneath their feet. He said in a sarcastic tone but still trying to be polite. You must have heard about me - The Eleazar that abandoned his Masters. He laughed a bit before looking around for some guards. But he found none. Little did Eleazar know about this young woman. He just knew that she was a guest in the castle and absolutely worshipped the laws. And... she had quite an interesting gift. It crossed his mind that Katherine was going to be a potential guard if she ever joined the Volturi. He was quite curious about her. But he did not want to have anything to do with the Volturi anymore. I see you're all alone. No guard follow you around. I bet Aro trusts you very much. He commented with a nonchalant smirk.

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[Katherine O'Riley]

Volterra’s beauty had always been a captivating thing for her. She’d read about Italy, many years before crossing over to the country. Of course in her long existance she had fallen in love only with Volterra’s picturesque town. Very few who weren’t vampires knew of it’s existance which meant that it was safe for their own kind. Sure many humans lived among the city, but Aro had asked her to be careful in how she had selected them. Killing became as beautiful as anything she had ever known. Sure some humans would say she was damned for what she was, but she didn’t really care. When it came to the city itself, she knew every corner, every path, and even every alley where a human could hide. It was home to her. It had been since she first found it. They say home is where the heart is, but without a heart, it hadn’t mattered, the saying was still true nevertheless.

Her faith had been strong not only in her desire to kill humans and drain them, but the fear of her victims, it echoed within. She could rememember every pained mother’s face, every son...every daughter’s anguished cry. Here she had no worry about what kind of food to have, and she did not fear anyone, not even the Volturi members themselves as she had done nothing to warrant her needing to be afraid of them. These days it was glorious to be among the reverred and proud Volturi members. Yes she was not one of them but she had believed in them wholeheartedly, as the humans would say. The taste of the humans’ blood was satisfying and she had never known anything else.

Even though it had been a few centuries, this city had not changed in structure very much. The satisfaction she got from living her undetected for centuries was quite amusing to her. Still when it came right down to it, she had no reason to be afraid. Aro had known of her existance for quite some time so she had no reason to fear him. As old and mysterious as Volterra was, it was also beautiful and quaint in many ways. As cruel as she was, she did not care when a mother had a child ripped from her arms, to be killed. No, there was no compassion to be shown as she was not shown compassion...not since her two sisters were brutally killed. Killing even as a human was a quiet thing....she never let the authorities know it was her, though she only did it twice, with three human victims. As a vampire she had killed thousands upon thousands for their blood, nothing more nothing less.

There were too many families in which she had sent to their deaths, some were young, some were old. Age did not matter to her. As cruel as some would think she was, it was all to satisfy a need she could not control. She was a strong, and fiercely independant young woman, even with her thirty one hundred years behind her. She existed, in a certain sense but not entirely. Not in the way she used to be. She had moved from one territory to another, when she had first been a vampire. Slaughtering many, even her own kind. Shifters too....though they were more fun to destroy in her mind, though so were the pitiful vegetarian and humans she dealt with. Vampires like herself were beautiful in their own right, hard to resist in a certain extent.

Not every vampire was the same, though it was something she never forgot. Alluring though they could be, it was all for the trap. A seduction if you will. A seduction of a better life sometimes, all for them to fall into the trap, and be murdered. It was something she had learned on her own. She had not had anyone to show her the ropes as her own sire was a fool and had left her to wander this world alone. Though she was sure he was dead by now. Most were after she got done dealing with them. Of course she did not remember killing her sire so he could be out there somewhere. And if he was, she would find him and destroy him for what he had done. He deserved it, for abandoning her when she was a newborn. Orders were, you were not to leave a newborn once you created them until they knew the rules and how to take care of themselves. In her case she had not had such luxary. But it was alright as she had learned how to take care of herself. Italy had proven something that Ireland could not.

Italy had a treasure in it’s mist, a hidden secret. Ireland had none of those components. So it was okay to leave Ireland behind. It also helped her to get past the death of her sisters. Though in her existance she never quite found what she had been looking for, not entirely. Sure she had killed many in her long life but so had many others. She never really questioned it, not really, why some had their mates and she did not. She was not a true member of the Volturi but she had earned their respect, and she had given then her loyalty something that had come easily for her.

It did not bother her conscience when she had killed mortals, vampires, and shifters alike. It was all the same. Granted she did not drink from the vile shifters or the vampires, vegetarian or not, but she did enjoy killing them. It was something of a trait that vampires like herself had, it was her true calling after all. She had respected the laws, and the rules long before becoming loyal to the Volturi and it’s members.

When Eleazar spoke to her, she raised her eyebrows but at least he seemed to be showing her respect so the least she could do is offer her own version of it, which consisted of not killing him upon sight. Eleazar Denali, once a Volturi guard, now a mere weak vegetarian. How he had fallen. But it wasn’t the point. He had chosen his path and she had chosen hers, it was as simple as that. “Yes it would appear so. Nice isn’t the term I would use, but a surprise nevertheless. I’ve been better. How are you?” She tried to remain polite for the sake of following protocol. Aro would not be pleased if she had done something reckless. Least of all out in the open like this.

“I would watch your back if I were you. It may have been your home but it isn’t any longer. I would advise you to see what you came to see and get out of town before Aro and the others find you. They don’t take too kindly to visitors. But yes, I have heard of you, Eleazar Denali. You left the masters....all for love, and to take the road less travelled, so to speak.” By the road less travelled she was talking about drinking from animals but there was too much of a risk to say it out loud so she had to improvise. Of course there were no guards around which meant she was perfectly safe to do what it was that she wanted to do. She had free reign after all. “Yes, he does. He doesn’t need guards to follow me around when they can be better served elsewhere. I trust him just as much as he trusts me.” She answered him in a nonchalant way, as a smirk appeared mimicking his own. Potentially she could have it in herself to become a guard if ever asked, but it hadn’t come up yet and she wasn’t going to ask herself. It wouldn’t suit her to ask something of someone else. But she would accept it if offered a position. Her gift albeit wouldn’t be as useful as Jane or Alec’s but that was easily remedied since she had other ways of serving the Volturi as she was quite a lethal killer even without her ability.

[ELEAZAR ÁLVARO DENALI]

Eleazar never thought he would see Katherine again after the last time when he was threatened by that woman for insulting Aro. It was indeed a small world. He looked at with his golden eyes full of curiosity. She was, of course, a beautiful young woman whom any men in this world would want. But that beauty was somehow so cruel and cold because in her, there was no mercy or compassion, unlike Carmen – the wife with a beautiful soul of his. There was something very sharp and witty in her eyes. He knew the difference between a newbie and a veteran. He could distinguish them by looking into their eyes. Words are wind, people can always lie but the eyes cannot. Young vampires could try to be professional but still they could never hide the effervescence and inexperience reflecting in their eyes. Therefore, they were absolutely not dangerous at all; because they were predictable. Old ones like Aro were far more troublesome. No one on Earth was more experienced than them. Eleazar had to admit that he had never met anyone more dangerous than that ancient vampire. Aro’s gift, in his opinion, was not only mind-reading but also the excellent control of his emotions. He never showed to people what he was thinking or his feelings; looking at him, people might find themselves looking at a book full of mysteries but they had no way to open it. Maybe that was why he was the leader of the Volturi, not powerful ones like Jane or Alec but the dangerous one like him. Eleazar, with his three-hundred-year experience, believed that it was best for him to stay away from elder vampires. Katherine, to his surprise, bore resemblance to Aro quite much, especially her gaze. She must be very old, probably as old as the Earth. Time did not seem to cause any changes on her adorable face after such a long time, only gave her experience. Who knew what she was capable of? Eleazar could read her gift but probably she was even more dangerous than a merely Lady Luck. Her loyalty to the Volturi could be a potential threat to the vampire world.

Saying that did not mean Eleazar was afraid. In fact, he was amused. He never truly feared Aro. Respect was the right term to be used in this situation. He respected Aro as much as he respected the laws. Aro was like a father, an uncle and a teacher to him in some respects; but their paths were too different and certainly there was no way they could walk together in the same path. Katherine’s choice was the same as Aro. He could not say it was a mistake of her because he had no right to judge. He knew how seductive human’s blood was. If he was offered it right now, he could not be sure that he would refuse. Being a vegetarian was more difficult than suicide, honestly. So it was understandable what carnivorous vampires did. Eleazar believed in many theories but there was one he would never believe: one good deed could change the world. One good deed was not enough to change the world. Sadly, it was true. He found no problem with other vampires’ killing humans for their blood. He knew it was for survival. What actually amazed him was why they despised humans so much. The humans were their…source of nutrition and he swore the vampires could not do without their blood. Furthermore, each vampire in the world was once a human. They despised their own kind – that was the Volturi. This young woman standing in front of him did not seem to respect her food any better than her friends. Birds of a feather flock together.

A smile crossed his lips as he nodded to Katherine’s statement. Glad to know you’ve been better. I’m good, as I always am since now I don’t have a lot of things to worry about or people to obey. He laughed a bit, implying that he was no longer a Volturi’s member so there was no burden on his shoulders. He could see the female vampire managed to stay polite with him, instead of trying to rip his head off like the last time. She was indeed an interesting one. The attitude of hers soon switched into the arrogant one. She warned him about what could possibly go wrong if he stayed longer in town. He indeed knew how dangerous it could be to stay near the Volturi. However, he was sure that Aro would never do anything to harm him because the ancient vampire always believed that he would come back one day, although that sounded rather impossible. If he had not been valuable, or his gift had not been valuable to be exact, he would have been executed when he asked for permission to leave the Volturi. Well, he was the only known member that had left the Volturi safe and sound so far. But there was no guarantee that Aro would not change his mind. He shrugged slightly with a smile, making the grateful face. Gracias! Te lo agradezco mucho. Nevertheless, my being dead or alive is seemingly none of your business. Besides, it is not that easy to kill me. Eleazar spoke with his Spanish accent. Katherine truly appeared to know a lot about the Volturi, although she was not one of them technically. And surely, she supported whatever they did. It’s the Volturi you’re talking about, Ma’m. Despite not being one of them anymore, I respect them still and I believe that they do the same to me. And they always know that I mean no harm. I don’t think they would make a mountain out of a molehill. I thought you knew them very well. He smirked. When she mentioned her trust for Aro, Eleazar thought of himself back in the days he was still a guard of the Volturi. He did the very same thing as Katherine. He trusted Aro wholeheartedly. And that trust faded when he met Carmen, when he knew what a life should be – what a living person should do with his life. He smiled compassionately at the vampire in front of him. I hope you did not have your faith in the wrong person.

Well, it is a beautiful night. I’m going for a walk since it’s going to be a sleepless night, as usual. I hope you won’t report that to your Masters. He laughed sarcastically.And I won’t mind if you ever want to join me. Let’s stop seeing me as your enemy for once. It is said that your worst enemy could be your best friend and your best friend could be your worst enemy.

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occ: my post has never been this long! xD

[Katherine O'Riley]

As beautiful as the streets of Volterra genuinely were, today she could not help but question why was it that someone who was not wanted had to show up? She worried what the Masters would say if they found out about this, but she knew it was something she had to report. The guards would be watching, they always were. Ever since it became known that she was no threat to the Volturi, they watched over things. She knew they would not harm her, because she had proven her loyalty to Master Aro above all else. Her crimson red eyes stopped looking only to see Eleazar Denali. The vampire certainly could not take a hint, if it was thrown right at his head! A small world though it may have been, he had no purpose....no reason to be here when the Masters specifically did not want him to be. They had made that point relatively clear. Beauty had it’s price, and hers was shrouded in mystery. Most men did not bother to take the time to get to know her for obvious reasons as she had it in her to kill them before they even had a chance.

The eyes were the secret portal to whether one was a newbie or someone who had many years on them. To the humans it was the key to one’s soul, but did a vampire truly have a soul? She didn’t think so. Still she was very professional, which most in her situation would be. As she could not do anything to anger the Masters. She was quite experianced, not only in how to hunt, and kill, but in the way the world worked. Truth was with time passing by, some things had certainly changed, some had not. She was something that most did not understand.

She was not a Volturi guard by any means but she had earned the respect of Aro and his coven for her loyalty. Something she would always be truly grateful for. Aro was quite talented, not only in the ability that he had, being able to read minds, but in how he carefully hid his own emotions, which even she could witness. She did not need to know what Aro was thinking or feeling, as that was Sulpicia’s problem not her own. Aro was mysterious in a lot of ways, like a book that was not open to everyone. Aro was the best when it came to the leadership of the Volturi coven. Sure he may not be as powerful as the children in which he had carefully taken a parental role in. Jane and Alec were dangerous, no doubt about that, and she was proud of them, as proud as anyone could be in that kind of situation. Still, she was as dangerous as anyone, as she was not an open book and could easily turn off her own emotions in order to do what she had to do. She was clever...and far too oppinionated for her own good. Being around Aro of course, she had adapted the same sort of glare that Aro was known for. Of course her age had been carefully hidden by most, as no one truly knew her age. Sure people might suspect she was older than she appeared by the way she spoke and the accent in which she used, but what she was capable of, many would not know.

They wouldn’t see it coming. Despite her being a “Lady Luck” she was quite more dangerous than that. As not only had she been gifted with a rare power, but also quite brutal in her tortures as well. She knew her being connected to the Volturi, albeit just as a loyal follower, was more than enough reason to question what her intentions truly were. Whesn it came to Aro, he was like a son in many ways, due only to the fact that she was older than him, but he had taught her a great deal nevertheless. Her path and Aro’s were not so different so she could tolerate the conversations that were brought about in the castle’s walls. She was no fool of course, as she knew what others thought about her being close to the Volturi, and showing her allegiance to them. Many would say it was a mistake. That she was heading down a very dark and dangerous path, one that she would never be free from. Not that she wanted to be. No one had the right to judge her, not after everything she had seen and been through. Human blood had always been intoxicating ever since she had first tasted it.

It was something she craved more than she could ever put into words how much it meant.....how it satisfied her. She of course knew that those vegetarians in the world had no place to judge anyone. Least of all her. She knew how dangerous resisting human blood could be, and she did not want to follow a path that would lead to a suicide behavior. Carnivourous though she was, she was also able to see the good within it. A good path in a sea of chaos. One good deed could not change the world, it might make an impact on it but chnage it completely would take more than one simple act.

It wasn’t just that she needed to kill humans to survive, no it was much more complicated than that. Vampires like herself could not do well without their nutrition that they got from the blood, no matter whether it was human or animal alike. Yet she did not want to imagine drinking animal’s blood. It would be disasterous. She could see that. Although each vampire in the world had come into the world as human, but alas respect was earned, not ultimately given to everyone who crossed her path. It was as though the saying said, Birds that flock together stay together. When Eleazar spoke to her, she wanted to roll her eyes but she did nothing at all, as there was just no point to it. “There are rules, Eleazar, no matter where you go, no matter whose side your on. There is always some form of leadership. You might say that you don’t have anyone to obey because you turned your back on the very leaders of our kind....but that is your problem not mine.” She told him in a simple matter of fact tone.

She was not stupid of course, as she knew that Eleazar was still wanted by Aro, as were several others. Eleazar was the only one who had ever left the Volturi and had survived so far. Still she knew Aro well enough that if he had wanted the vampire dead, he would attack at any given moment or send Jane and Alec after Eleazar themselves. “You’re right, your being alive or dead holds no impact to me. But it is best if you get the hell out of town before things get worse. I can only remain patient for so long.” She grinned when she said it as she had several things up her sleeves. “That is not the point. This is not your home and I suggest you get whatever it is you came here for and get out of my town before I do something....you will regret. Do not underestimate me. I might not be a Volturi guard but I am certainly qualified to handle even someone of your standing.” She chose to ignore his commment about her not knowing the Volturi very well as she really just wanted to rip his head off.

“Trust me, I don’t. I know who he is, and what he stands for. I have no reason not to trust the man, or have faith in him or in the Volturi. Not that it is any of your business, Eleazar.” She explained as she rolled her eyes once. Though she could hear his sarcastic tone behind every word he said. Especially when he spoke of her Masters. “What I report to them is none of your business. Why would I want to join you, when you and I have nothing in common Eleazar? I know the saying about best friends. It was repeated often enough over my long lifetime.” She spoke with the Irish accent that she loved so much.

[ELEAZAR ÁLVARO DENALI]

Eleazar nodded when Katherine stated that there were rules, no matter where he belonged. A thought crossed his mind and it made him smile. This vampire was rather cocky, wasn’t she? She thought she knew the rules better than he did and she was the one to keep them upheld. He suppressed a laugh, listening to her accusing him of turning his back on the very leaders of their kind. He would not deny that the Volturi was the one who had made the rules; but he would not admit they were the leaders of their kind either. In his very own opinion, the right to decide people’s fates was something they gave themselves, without the vampire community’s agreement – the rules gave them great power but did not give them any title. Nevertheless, Eleazar never spoke his mind out loud since he knew there was a very thin line lying between wisdom and stupidity. He did not fancy annoying or angering the Volturi either. Leadership is just a point of view of an individual. He said, trying not to show the sarcasm in his voice. That I chose a different path from the Volturi’s does not make me a betrayer, O’Riley. That makes me an independent person who has certain opinions about certain things and does not survive by blandishing. Anyhow, you’re right. That is my problem, not yours. Therefore, I see no point in your sticking your nose in my business, O’Riley. He smirked at the woman in front of him. You can choose to argue with me whenever you see me or just to ignore me like everyone in the Volturi does. Whichever will not bother me, honestly. Eleazar let out a husky laugh. Years ago when he still served the Volturi, he had never thought his life would turn out this way. He used to be respected by every single man in the Volturi due to his important role in the coven. His gift was so valuable that he was occasionally Aro’s messenger and was rather close to the old vampire. It could be said that he had been in the position a lot of Volturi guards wanted. But he chose to leave everything behind to be with Carmen and to live a much more compassionate life instead. That, of course, annoyed quite a number of people. It surprised him how he had managed to get through the gate of the castle without an essential problem. Before asking for permission to leave the Volturi, he had thought of the death, like a certain thing which would happen soon or late. But Aro’s decision to keep him alive meant he was still valuable, somehow, to the old man. But it was a long time ago, when Aro still hoped that he would return someday. After the confrontation with the Volturi, Eleazar assumed that the leader had figured out the impossibility to get him back. That explained the attitude of Aro he saw the other day. Maybe Katherine was right; he should leave when he still had a chance to leave. This place was no longer his home.

Calm down, O’Riley. He let out a sigh as the female vampire began to threaten him again. Eleazar smiled at her when she warned him not to underestimate her. Katherine reminded him of a completely different version of Isabella Cullen – his little cousin who used to always underestimate herself. And of course, Bella was much more adorable than this cocky woman who thought she was capable of hurting him or kicking his ass out of the place where she called her town. Eleazar’s golden eyes settled on her face and he burst out laugh when he found out that the cold, arrogant woman was no longer there – an angry child was standing in front of him. It took a few seconds for him to suppress his laugh. His action probably brought some questions to her head. And maybe she would take it as offense. Okay, we are adults; well at least one of us is an adult. And we are standing in the middle of the street, arguing with each other instead of solving this problem like adults. He laughed again. Honestly, I didn’t think my trip to Volterra would be so much fun like this. Look, O’Riley, I know what you can do and you know what I am capable of as well. You know the rules and so do I. You know this town is no longer my home and what makes you think I don’t know that? I swear, O’Riley, I would never return to this town if I did not have something important to do. And just so you know, I have nothing to do with your precious Volturi coven in this return. If I wanted to mess around with your Masters, which I don’t, Katherine, I wouldn’t stand here, listening to your threatening. Eleazar said with an absolutely calm voice, which surprised himself quite much since he was actually pretty annoyed due to the fact that she kept going on and on about never testing her patience as she could do unbelievable things to him and bring him to hell. Considering what Katherine had told him from the moment they me until now, he could see that she was very loyal to the Volturi in general, and to Aro in particular. Nevertheless, her loyalty also made her an arrogant person who believed it was her job to enforce the law on behalf of her Masters. That belief of hers led her to underestimating everyone that did not belong to Volturi coven. He understood that feeling – the feeling of having all the power in his hand; because he once did the very same thing as her. He had never regretted having worked for the Volturi until the Cullen’s confrontation with the Volturi fifty years ago. The Volturi disappointed him completely. He had always thought they were the men of justice. But it turned out that they were just greedy and ambitious yet coward rats. They wanted to steal members with valuable gifts from the Cullens instead of bringing justice and peace to the vampire’s world as they always said to him. It was a lot of pain to come to term with the fact that he was once a part of something cruel, greedy, cold-blooded and inexorable.

Eleazar listened as Katherine explained her trust for Aro. He knew that it was impossible to make her think any different about the one she had her faith in. Furthermore, she was right – it was literally none of his business. His business in Volterra was nearly completed and he should be coming home on the next few days. In that case, I’m glad Aro has found a very loyal dog, who is willing to bite people who dared to do harm to him, even if she has to sacrifice her own life and freedom. He smirked. Insulting people was not something he was good at. Nevertheless, he could do that pretty well if he had inspiration. It was just a polite invitation, O’Riley. It does not bother me whether you want to join or not. I just said that I would have no problem with it if you ever wanted to come along. He titled his head slightly. I think we have one thing in common: hatred for each other. He uttered amusingly. You’ve known the saying but still you choose not to believe or at least try it. Cool. The older you get, the more stubborn you become. He suddenly lowered his voice, trying to remain polite. I have all night long to argue with you, if you want. Or we can just have a polite conversation then say goodbye and ignore each other like every stranger on this Earth. Your choice, O’Riley. Honestly, I really want to gain myself a friend from this trip, not another enemy. Moreover, I don't want to have anything to do with the Volturi anymore.

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[Katherine O'Riley]

In her three thousand plus years of life she had followed her own rules. When she was changed, she did not have someone to make sure she turned out fine. No, she had been on her own. So naturally when the time had come to move from Ireland to Italy, she was willing to take a leap of faith in that regard. She had never been what most would consider kind hearted. No, ruthless and determined suited her better. Some would say she was a bit cocky but that was because of what the world had been like when she had grown up. One had to be a fighter in order to survive. Anyone who lived from her time would know that. She could hear the sarcasm in Eleazar’s voice though she was sure he tried to hide it. “Yes well, we all have our beliefs. It’s as simple as that. Believe what you will, Denali. Independant or not, in the path you have chosen won’t matter in the long run. You have chosen your way, and the rest of us have chosen ours.” She spoke, ignoring the topic of her sticking her nose in his business as he had done the same to her.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she held a regard for the rules, and had not wanted to disobey them she would have attempted to rip Eleazar’s throat out. But Aro would not have wanted that, because he valued the gift that Eleazar had, this she knew. “Laugh all you want, it won’t matter in the end.” She did not care whether he was valuable to the Volturi or not. She was strong willed in her beliefs and no on was going to change them. “Don’t presume to tell me what to do. It won’t get you anywhere...” She stayed calm which was very hard for the old vampire to do...but she had managed it well enough. His laughter was getting old. It just proved that he had no idea who he was dealing with. Even though she was not a guard, she was certainly capable of attacking anyone, any time...anywhere. She rolled her eyes when he spoke of them being adults.

“Alright, don’t try and tell me that you think you’re the only one who is an adult, Denali. If you’re trying to get under my skin it won’t work. You have no idea what I’m capable of. But I do know enough to know that you changed your tastes to the animals. That’s your choice. Yes, I’m well aware of the fact that this is not your town anymore. It is not your home. But it is mine, and I will do what I have to do to ensure it’s well protected much like you would do to protect your own in Alaska.” She said in a simple matter of fact tone. Her tone was the confident one, though the accent in which she used was her Irish accent, one that if one listened correctly would sound as old as she truly was. As though she was from a different time period than the one they were in.

“If it was that important, Denali, you would have already done it. If you are smart you will leave the Volturi out of this. But then again you seem to think you know so much.” She could be calm if she wanted to, but the tone showed how confident she was in herself, in which side she was on. She knew better than most that if she ever turned her back on the Volturi, she was as good as dead, not that she would ever do something like that. As she loved her life. She may not have wanted to be a vampire, but it had done amazing things for her. She was able to see the world change. To see kingdoms rise and fall, and to know that there was always something to look forward to. She could tell that he was getting slightly annoyed, but his tone did not make it overtly obvious, it was just in how his body language had been moments before. She was used to playing things the way that she was now, it was just the way an actress did things.

Underestimating others, was something she rarely did, unless she was acting a part out. The Volturi were her masters, not in the literal sense, of her being a slave to them, but her loyalty was golden. Power was what she held, not as a guard, but as a loyal vampire to it’s regime. Sure not everything was perfect within the Volturi’s regime, as she could see things from an objectable view having lived longer than the Volturi had been there, but alas, certain things must be upheld. Impossible was one word to describe changing her faith in Aro. Yes there were things that had occurred that she had not understood what the younger vampire was thinking but that was besides the point. “You can say what you want, it doesn’t matter. I have not sacrificed anything, not my life or my freedom. I come and go from Italy any time I want to.” This bickering was getting a bit old, as there was no amusement in it at the moment. Insulting people was not something she did unless she had no other choice. Threatening them, perhaps was something she did more so.

Being polite with a Vegetarian was taking it’s toll on her. Normally by now she would have attempted to rip it’s head off. But she’d never hear the end of it. “Well in most cases where someone is trying to be polite one does not insult the other. Not that it matters. I’ve heard it all.” Every excuse in the book she had heard, hell after thirty one hundred years, she ought to have heard it. Trust me, I know the saying very well. I’ve heard it all thousands of times. You do when one lives as long as I have. I’m set in my ways. No one can change that, not even you. How do you expect us to have a polite conversation when it’s as obvious that we do not remotely like eachother?” She was rolling her eyes at this one. They were strangers after all they weren’t even friends so what was he getting at?

“And why would you want a friend like me when you know very well who I am allied to? And yet here’s the better questin if you don’t want to find yourself having anything to do with the Volturi why bother befriending someone who does?” She was trying to remain polite though it was getting harder and harder to do it. At least she had fed before meeting Eleazar otherwise there was no chance he would still be standing before her, without him being in pain. That is if he would still be alive, a question which would remain unanswered.

[ELEAZAR ÁLVARO DENALI]

A smirk crossed his face gently when he noticed her ignoring his saying that she should not stick her nose in his business. Eleazar remained quiet as he listened to Katherine’s comment on the different paths he and her coven chose. He did not want to go on and on about that since it appeared quite obvious to him that it was impossible to shut her mouth; no matter what he said, she always seemed to find out something to say back. Eleazar decided to let her say all what she wanted so as to satisfy her poor little ego, which had no space for compassion and humbleness. He guessed toleration was the best way to go in this situation. What else could he do when he had to face such an annoying and obstinate Irish vampire who never wanted to be defeated by a vegetarian vampire whom she especially found extraordinarily despicable? Well, he was most definitely not going for a counterblast; winning in an argument with a woman was not something admirable. Okay, O’Riley. Say what you want. You and I, none of us is going to listen to the other so I will take a step back and play a gentleman. Hope you’re happy with eating me alive. He raised his hands, surrendering then laughed sarcastically at the woman standing in front of him. You should open a debate club if you ever consider joining the Volturi. The guards will have to learn a lot from you and your preposterous arguments. Eleazar raised a brow when he absent-mindedly said so, laughing so hard again.

Eleazar noticed that Katherine was slightly losing control of her temper and she would be very grateful if someone let her rip his head off right now, which was very amusing to him. He could spend all day long angering her and watching her struggling with her hot head. He was absolutely grateful that Aro wanted him alive, so as to use him for later, despite knowing that he would never come back. But for Aro’s command to keep his life, he would have become dust in the wind long ago. He did not turn a hair, shook his head with a bright smile when she warned him not to presume to tell her what to do since it would not get him anywhere. No, who am I to tell you what to do? I see you’ve already known what to do, probably as much as a blind knows where he is going. Another gracious smirk was brought to his lips as he took notice of her effort to stay calm. She was very good at hiding her emotions. The anger only crossed her face for one second then quickly disappeared. Old people were very hard to please – she was not an exception, of course, despite her young appearance. People might think he was crazy – crazy enough when challenging the favorite guest of Aro’s. He understood he was putting himself at risk. After all, the older you get, the more dangerous you become. His three hundred years of life was just a breeze compared to her unbelievably long life. She was a lot like Aro – a viper with poisonous teeth that could kill you immediately if you appeared to be a threat. Nevertheless, personally, Eleazar believed that Katherine still had a lot to learn form Aro to be respected like him. First of all, she had to learn to attack without warning, very slowly, gently and gracefully. Eleazar accidentally set fire to the argument when he spoke of the two of them being adults. No one should laugh when the atmosphere was so tense like this. Therefore, he tried to suppress his laugh as he was all ears to Katherine’s frustration. The fact that I am now a stranger in this town certainly has come home to me. And yes, this town is your home now, I know that. You have the responsibility to protect it, like I do to my home in Alaska. But how many times do I have to repeat myself that I am not trying to mess around in your town? I don’t even want to get under your skin? Do I look like I have time for those stupid things? Why do you have to be so childish, overact and accuse me for threatening your town like this, O’Riley? The playful smile on his lips faded quickly as he finished his words. He loved Volterra unconditionally because it was once his home. It was not an easy thing to admit that it was no longer the place he could return to anymore and he did not need anyone to remind him of that. I will leave, Ma’am. Soon enough. Just let me finish my job here in peace and I shall never show up around you again. He stated patiently.

He remained quiet, listening to Katherine stating that she was completely satisfied with what she was doing. Eleazar never tried to change people because he knew he could not do that. He just merely spoke his mind and let the people decide. Katherine chose not to let him distract her from what she believed. Eleazar was completely fine with it. She was not a friend of him anyway. They could have become friends if both of them had behaved better. But impossibilities happened all the time. He shrugged slightly, letting his laughter escape his lips when she claimed that she had heard all about the cases where someone tried to be polite. Insulting, no, people did not do such a thing if they had intension of being polite to someone. Well, I’ll let you know how many times I will have heard the saying when I am as old as you are now. He lowered his voice. I’m not expecting you to have a polite conversation with me. I just think that it will be better if we can talk without insulting each other. And we don’t have to like each other to respect each other. I an hate you and respect you at the same time. His voice became smooth unexpectedly.

What friendship really is depends on the point of view of an individual. He commented. Eleazar had had enough enemies to deal with for the rest of his endless life. And he literally had no problem with gaining some more. But why he had to do that when he could simply make some friends, enjoy a peaceful life and be surrounded by people that did not hate him. He did not have any certain standards in choosing friends either. As long as they did not want him dead, they were his friends. He did not want to get himself another threat and have to worry crazily about another person coming after him. What was so wrong about being friends with someone who was allied to the Volturi? Of course, he did not want to have anything to do with the Volturi. Therefore, he did not want his next enemy was one of them. Simply because I don’t want another enemy. He replied shortly. Because I don’t want to have anything to do with the Volturi, I don’t want another of them hate me desperately.

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[Katherine O'Riley]

Things were different in this time than they were in the century she had grown up in. There was less respect, there was less gratitude for life. Tolerance was something she had grown up in. After all her mother was a horrible influence on her as was her father. If it hadn’t been for her sisters, she wouldn’t be the person she was today. It was because of their influence that she didn’t kill first ask questions later. No, now she just killed. Didn’t bother to ask questions. After three thousand years her life had become a roller coaster. She never let the emotions out of it’s tightly bound cage. It would only get in the way and she couldn’t have that. As egotistic as Eleazar was, she could handle it. After all, toleration was the only way to handle this without ripping his head and buring him into a thousand little pieces. The only reason he was still alive in this moment was because Aro had told her not to kill anyone...no matter if they were vegetarian or not, without his ordering it. Humans were a different story however as she could still kill them if she chose to. Vampires were different as they were stronger than a human.

Compassion and humbleness had died within her the day her sisters were brutally killed by an unknown vampire. She had known it, believed something mysterious had happened but it was only after she was turned herself did she fully realize that it was a vampire who had killed them. Being raised in Ireland and having spent most of her eternally long life in Ireland, she had grown into a very stubborn, viper. She attacked at random, torturing and killing her victims when they least expected it. Her ability might not be enough to get her into a position within the Volturi and that was fine with her, so long as she was friends with them. Aro liked what she could do, with her multiple skills that is why he kept her around.

The reason she had issues with vegetarian vampires was, as a young vampire herself she had been put in a situation with one. Having battled several of them. Granted in the end she won, but that was not the point. They got on her nerves fast. The point of the matter was, she could handle their kind. She knew how to play the role very well. She understood that Aro had a tolerance even for the vegetarians and so she had to sort of try it as well even if on the inside she was screaming. Never in her three thousand years did she think she would get to this point. The fact that Eleazar spoke about playing the gentleman made her chuckle. But alas now was not the time to play the age card.

“If I were going to eat you...destroy you, I sure as hell wouldn’t do it in plain sight.” Her Irish tone was coming out, and one could definitely see which century she had grown up in, simply based upon her tone and how she spoke. “Debate club? Ooh don’t think so. And as far as joining the Volturi, that’s for the masters to decide. Though I’m certainly content with just being their ally for the time being.” His laughter was annoying but she was playing the role she knew quite well from back in the century in which she had grown up in. She was simply biding her time until things got back to a relatively peaceful state. There were very few peaceful times in her life, and so she was taking the oppertunity to watch the scene unfold without making the first move.

Sure there were a few moments where she had felt herself losing control of her temper but of course just like always she was able to put the lid back on the bottle, which kept it from rearing it’s ugly head as most humans would say. Still why Aro still wanted this insolate vampire, despite his gift, she would never understand but knew better than to question him for it. That would get her killed and she wanted to stay alive, she needed to. But Aro wouldn’t kill her while she was still valuable to him. Even without her ability she had proved time and time again how loyal she was, that and her other gifts were quite useful.

“When you’ve lived for as long as I have you learn where to really play your hand if you will. I’ve taken lives for a lot less simply because of how they’ve acted. Doesn’t matter blind or otherwise, I’ve taken them. It’s fun to me.” Her path was something she had never struggled with. Even though she was quite content in the path she had chosen for herself and the loyalty in which she had found with the Volturi, she was positive that this was the life she had wanted. Even if it meant her life was no longer her own. It didn’t matter. Because before knowing the Volturi first hand, she had lived on her own, without the constant need for another’s contact. She had very few reasons to trust another vampire. With all the damage she’d seen inflicted upon others, all the damage she’d inflicted upon them. The Volturi were the only ones she could truly say she was friends with. In her extremely long life she had learned to play certain roles when it was beneficial, nothing more nothing less. She was a wild card and that was what Aro liked, especially in battle.

Some might say she was easily tempermental but not really. She had her reasons for being loyal to the Volturi, much like Eleazar had for his own coven. She was a nomad, there was a difference. She hadn’t had the family type atmosphere growing up, and she certainly didn’t have one now. Being nomadic like she had always been, she came and went when she wanted to. She did not need orders to leave Italy. She travelled the world on a whim. It was one of the things she still had the luxary of doing. The fact of the matter was, she did not care to have the same level of respect that Aro himself seemed to have within the vampiric community. She knew her place in this world and was quite content with it. Little did Eleazar know of how many she had killed even quite recently of his own kind. Of the vegetarians. She’d gone to Ireland to do it of course, but that was something she had enjoyed doing since they truly did attempt to kill her first.

The tension in this space was so thick, that it would be hard to cut with a knife. One could easily see it. There was no denying it. “You choose to repeat yourself. Not that it’s necessary. You can say what you want, it won’t change a thing. Even if you’re not at liberty to mess around with my town as you’ve said, I still am protective over it. You haven’t even begun to get under my skin, Denali, you just think you have. I am not childish, I am just protective over my home. Simple as that. You can say what you will, it does not affect me. I’ve lived too long to care what anyone says.” It was true, despite her link to the Volturi, she had not cared about what they said. Many had told her, when she was growing up that she should be an actress because she could play certain roles at the flip of a switch. It was quite fun to do so, especially when she was torturing her prey.

“I highly doubt that. I’ve seen too many people claim that they’ll do their job if you will, and say they won’t return in front of me, but yet they always do.” It was true, especially since she had been allied to the Volturi this long, so anything was possible. She didn’t care really. As next time she wouldn’t stand here and make some kind of conversation, next time it would be a fight. She could see it happening in her mind’s eye. When he had mentioned how he would let her know how m any times he’d heard the old saying when he got to be as old as she was, it only made her chuckle, as who knew if he would even live that long. No one knew for sure. Sure they were immortal but vampires killed eachother all the time, she had seen it for herself. If she wasn’t as strong as she was, she sure as hell would have died a long time ago. He had lowered his voice but she could hear it, she could have heard it even if she was on the other end of the clock tower’s square.

“Even if you and I could have a polite conversation, doesn’t mean I’d respect you. I only insult when it is necessary. Threaten perhaps, but insulting is different. Respect is earned not given. Something you will learn over time if you are fortunate to live as long as I have. I’ve seen countless kingdoms rise and fall. I’ve seen people backstab eachother for a lot less than being different from someone else. I don’t respect anyone until they’ve earned it. Simple as that, doesn’t matter if I hate you or not.” Her Irish accent showed it’s neutrality in this topic. It was not a matter of being a vegetarian or not, respect was something people had to earn with her if they wanted to live a relatively peaceful existanace, especially if they were going to be lingering in her home, for no matter how long they planned to be there. In her three thousand years respect was earned not given. The Volturi had earned her respect which was why she was loyal to them. If they hadn’t gotten her respect she would not be loyal to them. Or be willing to do things for them.

Friendship was limited to her. Very few had gotten close to her, to truly count her as a friend. She mostly killed those who got in her way. “That is true.” She was trying her hand at being more polite than angry and it seemed to be working for her. It wasn’t like she had to pretend he was someone else either, in order to be polite. It just seemed to roll off of her tounge almost naturally. The truth was she didn’t have a whole lot of enemies that were still alive at this given point. She’d killed most of them. And she was willing to be one of those vampires who were hired simply to dispatch of someone. She’d done it before for a lot less. Assassins did get paid well, in certain areas of the world.

In her endless life she had very few friends, and even fewer enemies that were still alive. Aside from the Volturi she hadn’t searched out to find new acquaintances or friends. Same went with the enemies. She knew there were bound to be both eventually. The reason she did not understand his statements were because he had stated more than once that he had wanted nothing to do with the Volturi and yet he was talking about being friends with her. She was allied to the Volturi, therefore she respected their beliefs more than she respected his. She did not see the point but of course it was not going to be easy to avoid such a thing. She did not target vegetarians on a daily basis, only if they got in her way, and angered her. It took a lot to anger her, only when she felt like her home was threatened and the Volturi was being threatened. She could handle her own life being threatened as she had taken care of herself this long without a problem, she could do it for an eternity. “I can understand that I suppose. I don’t target your kind unless I’m given a really good reason. I might not ultimately like what you’re about, but I don’t target you simply because our views are different. It’s when I feel like my home is threatened or the Volturi, that I will attack and it won’t be pretty in the end. And it won’t matter how many allies you have. I’ve destroyed families, covens...for a lot less. I may not be a member of the guard but they are my friends and therefore I will do everything I can to support them, simple as that. It is the same that you do for your friends. Am I right?” She did not bring his family into it, because she had enough issues for one day she didn’t need to be starting something else now. Even if she disliked him, he did have quite a few family members not to mention his extended family in the Cullens. She knew of them all given her extremely long life and having been allied to the Volturi for as long as she had been.