DEMETRI
of the Volturi Coven
independent & private
multiship & multiverse
oc, au & crossover friendly
mun and muse are 20+
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written by FAY
whilst the tiny girl is oblivious and fairly naive to her fate—- she isn’t going to take it lying down, no. the girl has some fight left in her. she’d go down fighting if she had to. hues will glance downward at her hands and then back up, nervously. she’s intimidated by the other’s presence— she doesn’t L I K E it. the fawn hasn’t quite realized her power just yet— no, she isn’t aware she can have powers. but waves of fear are coming off of her, shifts in the bushes signaling animals and others alike running from the tiny girl. oh, fear has been ever prominent in the girl’s life. its been the thing that crushed her and built her up, made her close off herself to others, never once letting anyone see her flinch. some would suppose that’s why she has the power she has.
’ m-mari. ‘
it had not been a full minute when his thoughts lingered to the searing heat of the void, an existence that lead to nowhere, the volturi becoming undone. the air in his lungs are gone and dread spreads from his chest to the rest of his body with long clawing fingers. his crimson eyes accuse her of the deed. there is no one else in the vicinity, no other creature to cause such unease. he shifts on his spot, the first move- ment since he started watching her. his instincts propel him several yards backwards before the fear can force him into submission.
two choices are thrust in his hands; to rebel against the potential of her gift and end her as the laws stated or leave her be only to come back with a greater force and better counsel.
aro will be ecstatic at his discovery of this girl who calls herself m a r i.
she doesn’t know where her creator is— she’d left her alone months before, leaving the newborn in a forest to fend for herself. she had gotten tired of mari’s constant hunger and impulsivity, along with her occasional emotional distress. & so her creator had left her—- she w i s h e s she knew where she was. such a little lost soul, wasn’t she?
’ i d-didn’t—-.. i didn’t k-know there were l-laws. ‘
tiny hands will fidget with her shirt, torn and ragged—- blood splattered on the edges.
’ y-you’re—.. o-one of the volturi? ‘
she’s heard of them— very briefly by her creator. she knows they are like leaders to the vampires, people who oversee most— but she didn’t know any more than that.
courtesies and petty talk would never be done had felix or jane and alec come with him. with all decisions made he might as well be on his way back to volterra; felix using his brute force and experience to the newborn’s disadvantage, jane ending her the moment the situation is assessed and alec assisting at his sister’s bidding.
’ pity. ‘
he smells the moist soil and the abundance of nature, corruption and rotten flesh, dried blood and lack of discipline.
& he knows she is going to meet her end one way or another. demetri counts the seconds in his head in curiosity, on how long he could resist the mad intention of destroying her himself.
red hues flicker to meet the other’s—- wide eyes staring toward him. the girl will move closer to the other with an essence of something that resembles curiosity, much like a deer.
’ i d-don’t know. ‘
and to be quite honest, mari doesn’t know a thing about where her creator is. she’d kept her around long enough to teach her how to kill and then left the newborn on her own.
’ who a-are you? ‘
wrong answer.
’ you should. ‘
’ the creator is responsible for a newborn’s behavior as well as the teaching of the laws. ‘
—- which her limited knowledge does not contain, most likely. hers is a fate shared by the unfortunate.
such ignorance is punishable by death.
’ you leave quite a mess. ‘
demetri picks the trail from the girl’s mind; the strings of her creator a hundred miles away, one so rash and bold and foolish.
& it is then, with the efficiency of his gift, that verdict is made.
the vampire has been hiding in the forest ever since her creator left her, creating a home of her own. although her home has had many dead bodies passing through as of late; drained of life due to the newborn. the girl is digging through one of the dead girl’s backpacks, tugging out what’s inside when she freezes upon hearing a noise. red eyes flicker their hues toward a sound, tiny form turning around and searching around her for any sign of life.
he has done nothing but observe as the she devours her meal. her bright red eyes meet his — too excited and too careless, in his judgment alone, with the evidence of her messy trail and the simple reactions a newborn has yet to control. he steps out from the shadows in an attempt to capture her full attention.
