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Evangeline stretched, she hadn't been on a plane for a few years and was not used to how taxing it was sitting in a piece of metal for hours. It was sort of awkward, Jane was sat next to her and her twin- Alec- was not quite happy and she did not know why. Aro was whispering with Marcus - well, more like at him - and occasionally letting out one of his manic giggles and not so subtly glancing at Evangeline.
After a nearly painful few hours or so of being on a plane with the world's most dangerous vampires, they had landed in Volterra, Italy.
The oldest city in Italy was magnificently breath taking.
Tall stone structures towered greatly above the human population below, casting deep shadows as a source of relief from the blistering sun which beat down aggressively on their unbothered figures. The curving forms of the ancient walls formed waves that cascaded through the city with sandy stone pathways winding wildly wherever the walls went. Vibrant flowers were planted everywhere, their bright spectrum of colours contrasted with the neutral shades of the stucco and terracotta buildings. Floral scents intertwined in Evangeline's senses with sea salt which was accompanied by an aroma of citrus.
She didn't even realise it, but they were now at a gorgeous castle, where Angie assumed the Volturi lived. The grand castle stood majestically in the centre of the stone city, its towering turrets and intricate stonework commanding attention from afar whilst the glowing sun cast its golden rays over the castle, illuminating its grandeur. he heavy oak doors of the grand castle creaked open, revealing a magnificent room bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The room was expansive, with towering ceilings adorned by intricate frescoes depicting regal images of the Volturi and picturesque scenes of the lavish Italian countryside. Sunlight streamed through the large stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colours upon the stone floor below. The room was awash with an ethereal glow, illuminating every nook and cranny. The air carried a hint of age, mixed with the scent of iron and soap. The huge throne room hosted a series of ornate objects, from the three raised thrones themselves and the grand paintings to even the golden doorknobs upon the grand mahogany doors; everything here was luxurious.
"Jane, take your soulmate to your quarters. She should rest as I imagine that this day has taken quite the physical and emotional toll on her," spoke Aro, "We shall discuss things tomorrow, here in the throne room at noon."
The stunning blonde nodded and hesitantly reached out her pale hand, offering it to the younger vampire who slid hers into Jane's. As their cold and marble-like skin made contact with one another, electricity shot through them both, a warm and comforting feeling spreading throughout their chests; Their dead hearts thawing.
