Post by Katherine O'Riley on Apr 9, 2013 8:34:34 GMT -8
In her 3100 years there was very little that unnerved the vampire. She had seen kindoms rise and fall and nothing had eluded her quite like this. The Volturi were interesting, each of them had their own unique personalities and thus had to be treated as individuals instead of treating them as part of a collective. It was one thing she had never completely given up when she had been human. Of course to be honest she was not the compassionate sort, never cared how anyone else really felt. She knew what it was like to be an outsider of sorts. Especially since she had no coven. Being a nomad it was natural for her to wander the world specifically on her own. She had travelled the world for over her entire existance. There was not a day that went by that she often didn’t find herself thinking of Volterra or Ireland when she was not in either place. She had beautiful memories of both place.
The fact of the matter was she had been known to kill first ask questions never. The fact was, things were a bit different than they used to be. The world had matured, grown...even. But still there were the same pitiful excuses of humans that there once was. She trusted each member of the Volturi with her life, and there were very few she could truly say that about. As an outsider she was used to not being welcomed in with open arms. As a nomad, she had travelled everywhere and anywhere she could. Death usually followed her of course, when she had maimed, tortured, and killed her victims, in the days that followed.
Growing up in the world she had grown up in, she was used to the way things were. When the world evolved so did her instincts. Her life was alot different than she ever could imagine it to be. Still being friends with some of the most powerful vampires on earth was always a good thing in her book. Still she was an outsider, not exactly family but not exactly an enemy either. Many who saw her thought she was some kind of angel, unless they truly got to know her. Her beauty was what had led them to believe that she was some sort of angel sent from heaven which was usually their undoing...and to see the pain, the....extreme panic when they realized the truth, was utterly satisfying. There was no other way to describe it. Her victims were hers for the taking. Their squirming and shrieking only made it all the more appetizing. Of course these days she didn’t have the same luxary as she once did, but that was what her travels were for. She could dine anywhere she saw fit. She wasn’t permanently tied to anything, no matter how she had allied herself to the Volturi. She wasn’t a member or a guard so she could travel as she pleased.
Today of course she was inside the Volturi’s castle. As she needed something to do. A short while ago Aro had called her here to do some kind of task for him. It was something she was used to doing. It didn’t bother her though as she liked working for the man. It was something that pleased her to no end. Walking into the common room, she figured she’d relax a little bit before going back to report to Aro that the task had been completed. Aro had been busy when she had tried to tell him earlier so she was going to wait until he was free in order to tell him it had been done. Smiling she noticed a familiar member of the Volturi sitting there. She had only caught his name once, but she kept her distance as he seemed to be in thought. And even she knew not to interrupt someone when they were thinking of something as it could lead to disasterous ends.
The fact of the matter was she had been known to kill first ask questions never. The fact was, things were a bit different than they used to be. The world had matured, grown...even. But still there were the same pitiful excuses of humans that there once was. She trusted each member of the Volturi with her life, and there were very few she could truly say that about. As an outsider she was used to not being welcomed in with open arms. As a nomad, she had travelled everywhere and anywhere she could. Death usually followed her of course, when she had maimed, tortured, and killed her victims, in the days that followed.
Growing up in the world she had grown up in, she was used to the way things were. When the world evolved so did her instincts. Her life was alot different than she ever could imagine it to be. Still being friends with some of the most powerful vampires on earth was always a good thing in her book. Still she was an outsider, not exactly family but not exactly an enemy either. Many who saw her thought she was some kind of angel, unless they truly got to know her. Her beauty was what had led them to believe that she was some sort of angel sent from heaven which was usually their undoing...and to see the pain, the....extreme panic when they realized the truth, was utterly satisfying. There was no other way to describe it. Her victims were hers for the taking. Their squirming and shrieking only made it all the more appetizing. Of course these days she didn’t have the same luxary as she once did, but that was what her travels were for. She could dine anywhere she saw fit. She wasn’t permanently tied to anything, no matter how she had allied herself to the Volturi. She wasn’t a member or a guard so she could travel as she pleased.
Today of course she was inside the Volturi’s castle. As she needed something to do. A short while ago Aro had called her here to do some kind of task for him. It was something she was used to doing. It didn’t bother her though as she liked working for the man. It was something that pleased her to no end. Walking into the common room, she figured she’d relax a little bit before going back to report to Aro that the task had been completed. Aro had been busy when she had tried to tell him earlier so she was going to wait until he was free in order to tell him it had been done. Smiling she noticed a familiar member of the Volturi sitting there. She had only caught his name once, but she kept her distance as he seemed to be in thought. And even she knew not to interrupt someone when they were thinking of something as it could lead to disasterous ends.