Post by CAIUS VOLTURI on Aug 29, 2018 0:30:08 GMT
There was a soft spot somewhere in his cold and undead body for this area, one bigger than Caius would ever lead on. His family came to America for business not pleasure, but as Caius stood on the shoreline of the La Push beach and breathed in the salt water a faint smile appeared on his face momentarily as if just a glitch in his programming. When the Volturi first stepped foot in Washington state a little under a hundred years ago they came to fight. Disappointing to Caius, that fight never happened. Then there came a secret deal to avoid another fight - once again, much to his dismay.
The air did wonders for this dead man's skin, cool and droplet riddled air seeping into him. He allowed himself to take it all in with closed eyes as his heels sunk into the damp sand and his body rhythmically rocked back and forth ever so slightly. He had to admit - although there was a lack of fine culture and arts that he was used to he could get used to the bleak beauty of Washington weather. And so he came alone, telling his brothers and his wife he had business in Greece to attend to. The unsaturated sky reflected onto the ocean, a dark and grey whirling and whipping force crashing just feet away from him as the tide crept further.
Caius had his hands behind his back, fingers crusted with shifter blood. He opened his eyes and peered down the dismally gradient coastline. The coastline that now belonged to him, to Marcus - to Aro; To her.
His mind flooded with the face of a human he met when his coven first came to Washington, a dirty face that reminded him of his own at that age. Desperate, dirty, and dejected. With white hair and piercing blue eyes that swallowed him like a live ocean, they reminded him of his own when they were full of life and not blood. He thought of the source for this soft spot. Though he didn't know her by name he told her where she could find him, where the darkness would serve and guide her. A new safe place. For her. Seeing a child without a real home struck a chord with him, though there were many things about her that struck a chord with him - something no one besides his wife had done since the beginning of time.
The vampire took in a deep breath, stepping closer to the crawling tides so he could bend down and sink his hands into the freezing water to wash the blood from his skin. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away, especially after he spent the previous day chasing out the last of the Quileute tribe and the shifters who protected them from the reservation land. The chief was smart and took off when he received payment, but the poor residents had no idea they were to be moved. It was years before they planned to inhabit the land, but Caius was impatient and he had his own agenda. A new agenda.
His senses picked up every crash against the rocks, every pull the tide gave and the animals in the forested area behind him. But they didn't pick up her. The first and last time he saw her she had run away from a place she didn't call home. Caius was in no position to do anything, but he couldn't do nothing. What he could do was calm her, tell her stories of a better place, a place he would own that she could call a playground, to go whenever she needed to get away.
And so he made it happen.
The air did wonders for this dead man's skin, cool and droplet riddled air seeping into him. He allowed himself to take it all in with closed eyes as his heels sunk into the damp sand and his body rhythmically rocked back and forth ever so slightly. He had to admit - although there was a lack of fine culture and arts that he was used to he could get used to the bleak beauty of Washington weather. And so he came alone, telling his brothers and his wife he had business in Greece to attend to. The unsaturated sky reflected onto the ocean, a dark and grey whirling and whipping force crashing just feet away from him as the tide crept further.
Caius had his hands behind his back, fingers crusted with shifter blood. He opened his eyes and peered down the dismally gradient coastline. The coastline that now belonged to him, to Marcus - to Aro; To her.
His mind flooded with the face of a human he met when his coven first came to Washington, a dirty face that reminded him of his own at that age. Desperate, dirty, and dejected. With white hair and piercing blue eyes that swallowed him like a live ocean, they reminded him of his own when they were full of life and not blood. He thought of the source for this soft spot. Though he didn't know her by name he told her where she could find him, where the darkness would serve and guide her. A new safe place. For her. Seeing a child without a real home struck a chord with him, though there were many things about her that struck a chord with him - something no one besides his wife had done since the beginning of time.
The vampire took in a deep breath, stepping closer to the crawling tides so he could bend down and sink his hands into the freezing water to wash the blood from his skin. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away, especially after he spent the previous day chasing out the last of the Quileute tribe and the shifters who protected them from the reservation land. The chief was smart and took off when he received payment, but the poor residents had no idea they were to be moved. It was years before they planned to inhabit the land, but Caius was impatient and he had his own agenda. A new agenda.
His senses picked up every crash against the rocks, every pull the tide gave and the animals in the forested area behind him. But they didn't pick up her. The first and last time he saw her she had run away from a place she didn't call home. Caius was in no position to do anything, but he couldn't do nothing. What he could do was calm her, tell her stories of a better place, a place he would own that she could call a playground, to go whenever she needed to get away.
And so he made it happen.
