Would it change anything? |KATHERINE|

[MARCUS WILLIAM VOLTURI]

Marcus tapped his fingers on the mental throne he was sitting on. His dispirited eyes glared around the room. The throne room was empty. Aro was busy working on the upcoming ball and Caius was likely to disappear somewhere. The guards had their jobs to do. And he finally found some time alone. Lately, the castle was full of talking and laughing, which made sense since the ball was around the corner. He heard the wives were getting ready for it as well. Everyone was excited, except him. He had no reason to look forward to the ball. Well, he would laugh if someone told him it would be fun at the ball. What was so fun about sitting on the cold iron chair and watching people dancing in front of him? He hated parties and everything that related to them; he hated seeing people having so much fun with the ones they loved. He had got everything, and he had lost everything. If he had one wish, he would wish to lose everything, but only get back one thing.

Marcus liked the emptiness as he felt like he could find some sympathy in the silence of the atmosphere. His eyes landed on the patterns and the paintings on the ceiling. They were all attractive and extraordinarily beautiful. The paintings should be as old as the building. But they were soulless, much like him right now. He remembered watching the ceiling for hours without getting tired, because Didyme had been right next to him. He remembered she had liked to comment about the paintings as if she had been an expert in art. The old vampire straightened up and switched his gaze to the wooden door. He did not want to think of his wife anymore. If only she could stop haunting every thinking of his. Everything he did reminded him of her. She was everywhere, haunting him. Marcus never stopped wondering why he had been left alone in this wide world. He was surrounded by people everyday, not to mention that he also had a brother-in-law that always cared about him, technically; but he could not have any peace of mind. His world had collapsed when Didyme left. Now he could not expect to recover because he could not. He had had the greatest love, and had lost the greatest love. How could he get over it?

The wooden door was opened suddenly and the sound brought him back to the reality. His gaze fell on the person who had just stepped in. No surprises on his face, only the daily boredom. Guards were not allowed to enter the throne room freely but some special friends were. Katherine O’Riley should be one of them. Marcus never really knew that woman but he was assured that she was totally loyal to the Volturi and that she was a friend. Marcus, of course, never talked to her either. He did not fancy talking to strangers because they were all curious worms, who always wanted to dig in his past, and his loss. And to Katherine, he did not think he would make an exception either, although he was quite curious about her loyalty to the Volturi. Nevertheless, he decided to speak eventually since it would be quite rude if he did not. Miss O’Riley, I assume? He said. What brings you here?

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occ: i hope you don't mind that i put them in the throne room, since marcus does not go out very often. xD

[Katherine O'Riley]

For a vampire who had seen almost everything she was unsure of what she was getting herself into. She had become increasingly restless, without something to do. Her crimson red eyes looked across her home, it was charming but small. A diamond in the rough though since it seemed to serve it’s own purpose. The Irish beauty stepped inside her home, as she had often done when she was restless. After everything that had happened within the last few months, things seemed to be turning slightly different and not in a great way. When she had first set eyes on Italy it was breathtaking even without her need to breathe. She had first met Chelsea Volturi and later Aro. She learned exactly what they stood for, and knew it was better to be an ally of theirs than someone on their hit list. She was still considered a nomad as she did not belong to any one coven, though her loyalty had been only to the Volturi. She drank blood much like they did, with the humans.

Luck had happened to be on her side when she had been introduced to the Volturi many years ago. Still, some might question why she was so loyal to them in the first place. It had to do with their beliefs of keeping the peace and making sure no one exposed their world to the humans that she agreed with. That and the fact that they were powerful in their own right. Far more powerful than she was. She knew of course that with great power came responsibilitiy. She had never had that kind of responsibility that they did, and she wasn’t so sure what she would do with it should it happen. The truth was she wasn’t looking forward to the ball. Sure she would be there to support Aro and the Volturi but also to try and have a good time, with her mate. That was the hope at least.

Of course anything was possible. She hadn’t been to a ball in quite some time, not since the ones that used to be held in Ireland prior to her moving to Italy. Those had always been quite entertaining. Still the fact that the Volturi’s home would be opened up to both the red eyed vampires and the annoying golden eyed vampires, were more than enough for her to make sure that luck remained on her side. She did not trust the atmosphere that this ball could bring upon them. Although she would love a good fight should one occur. She hoped she would be able to find something suitable to wear to the ball, something that she could easily move in, should the time occur for something drastic. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought of the event in question.

When it came to Volterra she was often amazed even after all this time how beautiful it was. She had learned a lot about the Volturi, in the years that she had known them. Nothing too personal of course as she was not one to pry upon their thoughts. If they divulged information to her, something that anyone with a brain could comprehend, then that was fine. However most did not trust outsiders like herself which was understandable. Still she continued to do little tasks for Aro every now and again. She had wanted to prove that she could be useful. Maybe not so much for her gift but for what else she could offer in assistance. The fact she could kill without thinking twice about it had been something that Aro liked and the fact she could give him luck when he did not seem to have any.

Although she had been close to Aro, she was not so close to his brothers in arms, Marcus and Caius Volturi. The fact of the matter was she was going to have to prove her loyalty if they still questioned whether or not she was on their side. Everything was different now. Walking along the steps inside the castle. She had come here because she had to. Aro had summoned her and she was supposed to report in about the latest assignment. She’d killed a newborn, essentially one that Aro had deemed was a threat. It wasn’t an easy battle but she had come out alive, as the newborn had been very predicitable in it’s battle plan. The one thing that she was able to sense every time she found herself going into the throne room was the intense magnitude of it. When no one spoke the silence filled the room and it was like one was anxious to take a breath, but could not.

Everything about the Volturi’s home had been elegent even from the design. The paintings and everything could be considered beautiful and enchanting but even to her they could also be haunting and could show the pain behind the portraits. Of course things were not what they were supposed to be. The moment she had arrived at the throne room, the guards nearby had told her just to go on in that Aro was going to be there shortly. Opening up the wooden door, it became suddenly real to her just how different things were now. Of course things were not the same as they had been when she had first walked into the throne room. Memories came crawling back into her mind, and she did the best to quelch them, to simply put them to rest, if that was even possible. The sound of her movement echoed within the throne room as she shut the wooden door behind her.

She had been considered a friend by Aro Volturi and had been among those affiliated with them for many centuries now. At her age, she was mroe than capable of making her own decisions and to do what was best to help the Volturi and not be a hinderance to them. It was why she was more than capable of walking freely into the throne room whereas most others were not. She was not the curious type, sure there were questions she would have liked to ask but knew better than to ask them. When she caught sight of Marcus a smile appeared, she was going to be friendly towards him because well one, he was a Volturi leader and two he was the brother of one of the men she was the most loyal to. “Yes...I am, though you can call me Katherine if you wish.” She answered honestly as she looked right at him. She did this out of respect. “I am sorry if I am interrupting you, Master Marcus, but I was told to arrive at this hour and that Master Aro was expecting me.” She kept her answers short and to the point now, simply out of respect for him.

[MARCUS WILLIAM VOLTURI]

The Volturi was his…family. He was one of the men that had founded the family. It got larger and larger everyday. Many people wanted to be a part of it, despite the fact that some were not the biggest fan of it. He called it his family but honestly it looked nothing like a true family, more like an organization. He did not have many friends either, besides his co-leaders. The two he could call friends were Guinevere and Yuki. Guinevere was an old friend of his and he had known her for as long as he could remember. She was one of the best things that happened in his life. Without Ginny, he could not imagine how his life might have become after Didyme’s death. As for Yuki – the eccentric yet fun girl, she was very inspiring. He remembered being fond of their conversations as she usually came up with crazy things. The two of them lightened his world when he was in the bottom of darkness. They made him feel peaceful in this chaotic world. He and his brothers were considered the leaders of the vampire world with greatest power in their hand due to the laws they had created and, of course, the right to kill. Everyone would want to be in Marcus’ position because it seemed like he had the whole world in his hands. Ironically, he wanted death. He wanted to join the dead people because Didyme was one of them now. Without her, the world meant nothing to him. He would trade his life to be with her as he had loved her more than words he could say. But everything was set – nothing could change the fate. Why was fate so cruel to him? It had given him everything he ever wanted and then taken away the most important person in his life, left him with a broken heart that could not be healed. Why had it not taken everything and left Didyme for him. All he needed was her. He could not count the times he had told himself to stand up and move on. He had never succeeded once. It would have been better if she could have just simply left. Didyme’s presence still lingered around him, somehow and nothing he could do to make her leave him alone. Marcus leaned against the iron throne, looking at the ceiling. He really wanted to know when this world would end. Only then would he live again, no longer exist – but live.

Marcus felt both thankful and upset when the door was opened. He was thankful because someone had dragged him out of the shadows, the pain of the past. Nevertheless, that person had indirectly disturbed him as he had believed that he finally had some time alone. He let out a sigh as his gaze settled on the person. Katherine O’Riley was no longer a stranger to the leaders as well as the guards in the castle. Aro, at some points, considered her his dear one despite the fact that she was not one of his guards. Marcus of course had heard of her, since everyone talked about her and wondered about her position in the Volturi. Someone called her Lady Luck for her gift. He was indeed curious about the young woman as she was favored by Aro – his unpredictable brother-in-law. Marcus smiled dryly at the young woman in return to her friendliness. He never wanted to be an old, cranky man but he could not help his stony heart; it seemed to lose all the warmth already. I don’t call stranger by their first name. He said in a husky voice. Well, Katherine should expect too much from him as he was a completely opposite version of his brother – Aro. He was not as spirited as his brother; thus, a warmly welcome was something too expensive for him to give her. Aro… He muttered the name as he heard her say it. Take a seat if you wish. Aro will be back in a minute after finishing his job at the ball room. The event is coming nearer so he’s quite busy. He said. The ball, again, tortured him. He hated it as well as every kind of parties. But he had to tolerate it for the sake of his coven.

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[Katherine O'Riley]

Sometimes she felt like she was intruding when she was around the royal family, the Volturi. Each day it seemed like the coven got even bigger, whether it be through allies, or new guards. Nothing was familial about it. It was simply an organization, one that didn’t have the ties that bind. Because just as easily as someone could become a member, it could very well just as easily be taken away. And by taken away it usually meant death would follow. She had wanted to be a part of it, even just allied was more than enough to her. Aro trusted her and she wished the others would see that she was no threat to them. The Volturi was comprised of three male leaders of the vampire world, each with their own great power, and a hand in the way the laws were created. They even had the right to kill. She did not want to be a leader, of an organization like the Volturi was. She just wanted a hand in to help where she could. She had not known Marcus on a personal level but he seemed to be one that had the most secrets to hide. As though he longed for something that was no longer there. She had heard of what had happened to his mate and felt bad for him.

Though she did her best not to show any kind of emotion while she was around him. Mostly because that was how she had been brought up in the first place. Now having a mate of her own she could not imagine what would happen if she lost Alex. She’d want to find whomever it was that had killed him and kill them herself. But she and Marcus were completely different in that regard, she was sure. Still in any which case she would know that her mate would be watching over her from whereever it was that they went once they died...because she knew it wasn’t heaven as they had no souls and she wasn’t sure it was hell either. She did not know how welcome she would be when she had walked into the room. Still she was unsure of what to make of the curent situation.

She was not a threat to the Volturi since she had offered up her services and her little ability for them to use whenever they needed it.If she had been a threat, she would have been taken care of by now. But she had proved how loyal she was, over the years. She did not need to have a guard’s position to do that. She and Aro had grown close and because of that she was welcome to walk almost freely into the areas she walked through. Sure there were certain places she had not visited but it was more than acceptable to her. Unpredictable though it might be, she was more than content to stand by and help the Volturi with whatever they needed done. Whether it be a simple killing or something a little more complicated than that. “Understandable.” It was the only thing she could say as she wasn’t about to argue with him over that. There was no point in it after all.

“Yes, so I hear. I must say I’m looking forward to it. Last ball I went to was back when I lived in Ireland, and that was a long time ago.” She did not mind the ball, of course, sure it meant noise and alot of it, but it also meant she could meet new vampires...and get a feel for them. After all the best way to know one’s enemy is to get to know them first. What their weaknesses were and that kind of thing. She only hoped that she would not have to use any of her talents during the ball. “Thank you.” She had stated upon his offering her a seat. She chose to stand, because well she was tired of sitting. Plus it would only make her more restless. And that was the very last thing she needed to be. She was usually not the most patient of vampires but she was learning how to be.

[MARCUS WILLIAM VOLTURI]

Marcus remained quiet as the word understandable sounded across the room. What was to understand? His irritability or his statement? He laughed so hard if someone claimed that they understood his situation, because no one did. What did they know about losing the one they loved more than their own lives? Nothing. Life was so kind to them – the people he knew. They had a whole long life to be with the ones they loved. And he, he had a whole long life to grieve over the person who no longer belonged to this world. Vanishing without a reason, Didyme had left him half alive. Who dared to say that they understood what he was dealing with? God knew he never screamed to the sky, through heaven that he wanted a painful life. It was the goddamn sorrows that had chosen him.

There was something fake in the way she expressed how much excited she was about the upcoming ball. Or it was he that becoming so old to define a liar and a truth? Maybe it was because of his unwillingness to take part in the special event of the Volturi, which would take place within a few weeks. To be honest, he could not help but thinking of the possibility that Aro was doing a wrong when holding a ball like such. It would, of course, extend their influence to the vampire world. Nevertheless, it did seem like they were inviting dangers to their home. After the confrontation with the Cullens, Marcus was sure that the reputation of the Volturi had been slightly damaged. Probably Aro had been desperately searching for an occasion to stabilize the position of the coven in everyone’s view. The co-leader of the Volturi would not say that it was a vain attempt. However, he could not say that he agreed with his brother-in-law completely. Then again, who cared about what the old Marcus said? He, after all, was just a half alive man who knew nothing better than his dead wife, wasn’t he? It must have been a very long time ago. And Ireland, according to a friend of mine, isn’t a place for parties and celebrations. He said in a low tone. I’m glad you are excited about the ball. It is the spirit everyone should have, especially the ones are to come. A dark smile crossed his face gently. The Cullens were the ones he had mentioned. Although he had no idea what Aro had in mind for them, nothing could guarantee that they would leave for home safely after the dance with the devil.

He seemingly ignored the reaction of the woman to his offer. She was a guest in this castle. Guests could choose to decline the offer of the hosts, although it would make things uneasy for both parties involved. Anytime, miss O’Riley. He would tolerate the conversation if it was for Aro’s sake.

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[Katherine O'Riley]

She had listened to his laughter and it did not surprise her a bit. Most things did not. She did not try and verify what she had said. It was understandable that Marcus did not speak with those like herself often. And did not use their first names, only their last as though it was business. Which it kind of was. Nothing about her life had been easy, not from the start. She had lost her entire family overnight. Not only had she lost the two people who had meant the world to her, but she was haunted by their memory. Her sisters’ presence surrounded her it seemed at all times. Which was a good thing but a haunting reminder of what her own existance could have been like. It was true she had never lost a mate. So she could not comprehend the loss that someone like Marcus had to endure. She could not even imagine anyone hurting Alex, though she would kill them if they even tried.

Now that she had a mate, she would do anything necessary to protect him at all cost. Just like he would do so for her. She had been excited about the ball, nervous perhaps but excited nevertheless. It would be the first ball ever in which she would have a mate to escort her to such an event. In a few weeks’ time the entire castle would be errupted in celebrations. Though only a fool would attack on such a night. The Volturi had many an enemy after the covens who had lost members over the years for various reasons. Reasons in which she understood completely.

She had not been there the day that the Cullens and the Volturi had had their legendary near battle. The confrontation alone had been spoken from mouth to mouth. Word travelled fast although she had not been far from the scene at the time of the event in question. It took only a fool to mistake the fact that the Volturi were powerful beings. Still she knew the reputation and the dignity that the Volturi coven had cherished for many years had been slightly tarnished because of the even t in question. She had learned by now that when someone had made up their mind it was almost impossible to change it. She knew that no matter what Aro tried, the perception of the Volturi by most would not ever change. She knew that better than most only because she had heard things through the grape vines.

Looking at Marcus she couldn’t help but let out a small sigh when he brought up Ireland in their conversation although she had introduced it first. Ireland was her home after all. It was where she was born. “It was. It’s not exactly a place for parties or celebrations as you said. Although we’ve had a fair few. I am excited. It gives me a chance to interact with others, some of which I haven’t seen in many years.” She had hoped that Chelsea was going to be able to keep the peace when it was all said and done. The Cullens and their alllies would most likely try to cause some kind of trouble and if they did she hoped Aro wouldn’t mind if she gave them a dose of bad luck.When she had seen Marcus smile, a dark grin showed upon her own face. No one was safe within the home of the Volturi, especially if they had doublecrossed the coven in the past. Anyone who did, ended up dead.

Even with what she had seen in her long existance she never imagined things would turn out the way they had. It was an awkward situation for both of them. She could sense that more than once in the few minutes she’d been around him. Her instincts had never let her down before. It was something she hoped would never change. He appeared to be a quiet type of guy, although she could easily sense he was broken. Which meant he would never be like his brothers. Tragedy had befallen him. This she had been able to sense upon first being introduced to him. Even before knowing that his mate had been brutally killed by something, or someone. It was as though he was now broken. Half of who he once was. Which she could understand in more than one way. The idea of going through what Marcus clearly had, was not something she ever wanted to experiance.