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March 19th, 2006 was a very special day. It was St. Marcus Day. The sun was beaming bright in Volterra and Alora could feel her scalp start to burn from the sun, causing her to lift her bright red hood back onto her head, the rest of her body concealed by her red cloak. She currently stood in front of the bell tower when a rude individual slams past her, causing her to fall into the little girl behind her.
"Apologies!" Alora apologizes, feeling bad for the little girl.
"Mi hai pestato un piede!" (You stepped on my foot.) The little girl frowns causing Alora to place a small kiss to her hand, apologizing once again.
"Guarda!" (Look!) The little girl tugs on her robe causing Alora to glance over, eyes widening when she sees the shimmering man. Alora is in a state of shock, confused as to what is going on. The rude girl from earlier rams into his chest and soon they hide away within the clock tower.
"Che cos'è stato?" (What was it?) The girl inquires, fascinated by the sparkling man.
But Alora can't come up with a response. She doesn't know. Maybe it was just an illusion. Or he was very rich and had a blinged out nude colored t-shirt but... She didn't know.
"Sicuramente portava molti diamanti. Si vantava della sua ricchezza." (He certainly wore many diamonds. He boasted of his wealth.) Alora lies and the girl seems to buy it, stepping closer to her mother who was blind to the entire situation.
Just as the crowd starts to move again an icy cold hand grabs her wrist, yanking her out of the crowd and towards the clock tower.
"You speak English, right?" The stranger asks, a multicolored scarf covering her hair. Alora doesn't reply, confused as to why this girl was dragging her.
"Let go of me." She demands, attempting to escape the strangers grip.
"I'm Alice and you're Alora, I'm sure. I would let you go but you were a witness. You either let me lead you in here or you will be dealt with." Alice stated. Her tone wasn't rude or threatening, it was sorrowful. As if she didn't wish this fate upon her. So reluctantly Alora agreed and let Alice guide her into the clock tower.
Alice pushes the large door open ever so casually and removes her sunglasses and scarf, a small smirk on her face.
"Come on guys. It's a festival. You wouldn't want to make a scene." She muses, glancing back towards Alora who just stands alone by the door.
"We wouldn't." A large man muses, squinting at Alora.
She goes to ask Alice a question when another voice is heard.
"Enough." Glancing up, they can all see a petite blonde strut down the hallway, her expression as blank as the stone walls.
"Jane." The shirtless man states, the diamond one, Mr. Shimmer.
"Aro sent me to see what was taking so long." The blonde offers glances towards the two men with red eyes before turning around, silently ordering them to follow and they do.
They near a stone staircase when they pass a window, sunlight beaming in. Alora's eyes widen as she sees all of their skin start to shimmer. Confusion is swirling her mind as well as concern. Why were their eyes red & gold? Why did their skin shimmer? What was she doing here? She didn't know the answer to any of these but the thought still occupied her mind.
"Go ahead." The blonde girl states, pointing towards the stone stares that lead deeper, further down into the castle. She almost couldn't get herself to move down them when one of the men, the ones cloaked in black, shoves her rather harshly, smirking as he does so.
Alora's hands are shaking as she feels eyes on her as she walks past, following behind the group. The question stills swirls in her mind. What are they? They're obviously not... normal.
They step into an elevator, awkward music playing in the background. Alora's back is pressed against a blonde man's chest. But his chest was... cold and hard. Like marble. Instead of asking questions she merely stares at the floor, ignoring the awkward tension in the elevator.
As they step out a woman speaks from behind a desk, saying something in Italian and Alora was to focused on an escape plan to translate it. But she's rather interested when shimmery man and his possible girlfriend start to speak.
"Is she human?" Shimmery man's girlfriend asks him, a confused look etched onto her face. This only confuses Alora more. Of course she's human. What else would she be?
"Yes." He answers simply, not even glancing down at her.
"Does she know?"
"Yes."
"Then why would... she wants to be." The girlfriend asks, realization setting in on her face. But nevertheless, the 19 year old girl who has only lived in Italy for a year has never, ever seen something like this. She's scared.
Human trafficking? Kidnapping? Serial killers?
These questions all race through her head. Will she survive? Why is she here? And-
"And so she will be." The blonde man answers.
"Or dessert." Alora's eyes widen, her pale face seemingly getting even paler, if that was possible.
Suddenly the large metal doors are pushed open with ease and they enter a large room. Alora can't help but let her lips part, gasping at the beauty. This building is old, she knew that. But she'd never been inside. It was magnificent. The architecture was—
"Sister. They sent you out to get one and you bring back two... and a half. Oh... It seems you've brought back three. Such a clever girl." An unknown man cuts off her thoughts, dragging her back into the reality she was living in.
There were three thrones with 3 godly men. The one on the left looked rather depressed, the bags under his eyes prominent but nevertheless he still looked unreal. Scratch that, they all looked unreal, everyone in this room including the golden eyed people. Like walking porcelain dolls.
The one in the middle seemed to be their leader as he rose from his throne, a gleeful grin on his lips.
"What a happy surprise! Bella is alive after all. Isn't that wonderful?" His grin never leaves his face as he starts to make his way towards shimmer man, grasping his hand tightly.
"I love a happy ending. They are so rare."
Alora blanks everything out once her eyes meet someone's. The man on the right, lounging in his throne meets her eyes. His perfect blonde hair with his porcelain skin. It's almost as if when they met eyes something clicked in them. They were both black holes pulling each other in, waiting to finally collide.
She now understood why she was still in Italy. She had felt a pull and couldn't bring herself to leave. But now she knew that it wasn't something pulling at her heart, it was him. His confused expression is soon replaced by a scowl, his ruby red eyes staring deep into her soul. He looked as if he hated her. Despised her. It made her frown slightly. But her attention was brought back when Mr. Shimmer speaks.
"Aro can read every thought I've ever had with one touch." Well, she's disassociated once again. She now knew the leaders name, Aro. Rather foreign but pretty nonetheless. But what did shimmer man mean by that..? He could read every thought with a touch?
"This has to be some sort of joke..." Alora whispers, not audible to humans but oh boy did they hear her. The attention was suddenly all on her and she wasn't even aware until she looked up from the stone floor, eyes widening as she meets all of these red eyes.
"And who might this be? Is she another human girl from your coven that I wasn't aware of?" Aro questions, suddenly intrigued as he approaches her.
"No. Her name is Alora Miel. She's not from our coven. She has no idea of our secret." Alice speaks causing Aro to send her a curious glance before focusing his attention back on Alora.
"Well, dear Alora, why have you joined us today?" Alora can't find the words to speak with his piercing red eyes staring at her. They scared her, all of them. This foreign building with these doll like creatures.
"I- Um. I'm not sure. I was just celebrating the festival when Alice told me to go with her..." Alora manages to get out, her voice low and wavering. It sounded like she was on the verge of tears which she was but she didn't want anyone to know that.
Aro takes her hand in his, his eyes glossing over for a slight moment before he smiles.
"Well, Alora. I'm sure your blood will taste delicious." Aro smiles, turning away from her and continuing his conversation with the others.
But her mind was racing. Tears pooled up in her eyes, though she refused to let them fall. She knew now that she would die here to these porcelain dolls and she wanted to sob. She was only 19. She wanted to explore the world and study art, something she loved to do. But she wouldn't get to experience any of that. She would die right here in this beautiful building.
"Alec, escort Miss Alora outside. We'll have a chat with her in a moment." The depressed man states from his throne causing this young boy, maybe not even over the age of 15, to approach her and practically drag her out of the room.
So now she sat all alone on the sofa near the elevator, confused as ever. She wishes she never went with Alice. She was doomed to die and it was all her fault.
Clangs and crashes echoed through the halls which heightened Alora's anxiety. What was going on in there? Of course she asked all of these questions in her head because she knew that if she spoke them out loud they would be ignored.
What seems like hours later the group, the golden eyes, all emerge from the room and start walking towards the elevator. But not before she received some pitiful looks.
Alora went to walk with them when she was grabbed from behind, fear all over her face.
"What's happening?" Alora shouts, her eyes on Alice as she was the only one whose name she really knew.
"I'm sorry, Alora. But this is your future and we could not stop it." Alice states, pity in her eyes.
And that was it. They left and she was now back in the room with the three men in their thrones, all eyes on her.
"Are you going to kill me?"
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AUTHORS NOTE : Hi guys... I'm back! I decided to write another new story since I realized I had read all of the Caius fanfics and needed more. SORRY FOR BEING M.I.A FOR SO LONG I WAS SUPER BUSY! But now i'm back and happy to see you all again. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Feel free to comment ideas and maybe even give this chapter a like.