Alec's Escape

Even the Volturi get bored. Some of us write. These are my stories, my memories, my fears.

August 31, 2012 11:36 pm
I was settling into my quarters, Jane not as much. She saw no use of the bed. But I could think of a few uses. None my sister were interested in. Jane didn’t seem to be ….. interested, in any kind of relationships. Definitely not friendships. In fact, Aro and I were the only Jane really consorted with. 
But I was a little more open. I watched the other vampires with their mates. I watched Aro, Caius with their wives. They seemed… less restless, in the very least. I was so young when I was turned, Jane as well, we just didn’t have any use in a physical relationship. But in the decades after I was changed, my mind started to as well.
Aro was incredible in educating us, but he never spoke to me about the opposite sex. Jane’s and my parents were certainly never going to do that now, and so I learned on my own.
I asked some of the male guard, but I learned mostly by observing. Several guard members, male and female, who were unpaired with mates, used their victims. I wondered at that. 
But my first encounter with a female was another guard member, Illiana Niccoli, in 1380. I’d been a vampire about 500 years, and I was done with my curiosities. 
Her mother had been Greek, her father Italian. She was changed at 16, and joined the guard at Aro’s request. I watched Illiana for years, waiting for the right time. Learning the Volturi could be difficult, and I gave her time to settle in. She was paired with me, to help her, help her control her thirst. I gave her other things to concentrate on.
She and I became friends, enjoyed the other’s company. She wasn’t gifted, but she had an incredible sense of character. She could tell you if someone was good or bad, heads or tails, nearly instantly. She’d gotten my attention that way. Walked straight up to me, just after her change, grabbed my chin and told me, “You’re a good one.”
Illiana and I were patrolling one night together, and there was nothing going on. We were walking around the grounds, and came to a secluded spot by the gardens, one way in, dead end. She ducked into the place between the walls, thick and grown over with vine, and kissed me.
It was like I’d never been touched before. Like there was a world awaiting my arrival, that was full of physical pleasure, nothing like the burn in my throat, or the way blood cooled it, however temporary. This was… the best fire I had ever felt. Fire I yearned for.
I was much older than she, but in appearances, I was much younger. I used my dark cloak to cover us, slowly divesting her of her cloak, her standard lower guard attire of skirt and linen shirt. We were a mess of lips, caresses, fumbling over eachother. When our bodies finally made the most intimate contact, it was nothing like I’d ever felt before. I made the most gutteral plea of thanks to her, I thought the whole castle would have heard. She covered my mouth, smiling like an angel as we moved together, me slow and experimental, her slightly more experienced but still unsure. It was over as quickly as it began, my manic movements by the finish were clumsy and erratic.
She made me feel better than I ever had. Better than I thought I could.
But the pairing was temporary. After a few decades she tired of the Volturi and asked to leave. Aro granted her her wish.
She was destroyed shortly after by a passing nomad who’d found her with a human. Back then, hunting was an art, with the securities Aro and our Masters put on hunting, and Illiana had just caught a group of wandering humans.
The nomad was put to death immediately.
But that’s a story for a different day.

I was settling into my quarters, Jane not as much. She saw no use of the bed. But I could think of a few uses. None my sister were interested in. Jane didn’t seem to be ….. interested, in any kind of relationships. Definitely not friendships. In fact, Aro and I were the only Jane really consorted with. 

But I was a little more open. I watched the other vampires with their mates. I watched Aro, Caius with their wives. They seemed… less restless, in the very least. I was so young when I was turned, Jane as well, we just didn’t have any use in a physical relationship. But in the decades after I was changed, my mind started to as well.

Aro was incredible in educating us, but he never spoke to me about the opposite sex. Jane’s and my parents were certainly never going to do that now, and so I learned on my own.

I asked some of the male guard, but I learned mostly by observing. Several guard members, male and female, who were unpaired with mates, used their victims. I wondered at that. 

But my first encounter with a female was another guard member, Illiana Niccoli, in 1380. I’d been a vampire about 500 years, and I was done with my curiosities. 

Her mother had been Greek, her father Italian. She was changed at 16, and joined the guard at Aro’s request. I watched Illiana for years, waiting for the right time. Learning the Volturi could be difficult, and I gave her time to settle in. She was paired with me, to help her, help her control her thirst. I gave her other things to concentrate on.

She and I became friends, enjoyed the other’s company. She wasn’t gifted, but she had an incredible sense of character. She could tell you if someone was good or bad, heads or tails, nearly instantly. She’d gotten my attention that way. Walked straight up to me, just after her change, grabbed my chin and told me, “You’re a good one.”

Illiana and I were patrolling one night together, and there was nothing going on. We were walking around the grounds, and came to a secluded spot by the gardens, one way in, dead end. She ducked into the place between the walls, thick and grown over with vine, and kissed me.

It was like I’d never been touched before. Like there was a world awaiting my arrival, that was full of physical pleasure, nothing like the burn in my throat, or the way blood cooled it, however temporary. This was… the best fire I had ever felt. Fire I yearned for.

I was much older than she, but in appearances, I was much younger. I used my dark cloak to cover us, slowly divesting her of her cloak, her standard lower guard attire of skirt and linen shirt. We were a mess of lips, caresses, fumbling over eachother. When our bodies finally made the most intimate contact, it was nothing like I’d ever felt before. I made the most gutteral plea of thanks to her, I thought the whole castle would have heard. She covered my mouth, smiling like an angel as we moved together, me slow and experimental, her slightly more experienced but still unsure. It was over as quickly as it began, my manic movements by the finish were clumsy and erratic.

She made me feel better than I ever had. Better than I thought I could.

But the pairing was temporary. After a few decades she tired of the Volturi and asked to leave. Aro granted her her wish.

She was destroyed shortly after by a passing nomad who’d found her with a human. Back then, hunting was an art, with the securities Aro and our Masters put on hunting, and Illiana had just caught a group of wandering humans.

The nomad was put to death immediately.

But that’s a story for a different day.

August 24, 2012 7:11 pm
[Learning]
It felt such a short time, that Jane and I had been under the watchful eye of our creator. But Aro spent endless hours with us, using his gift to explore ours, helping us as we tried to control our new talents. He never ceased to look incredulous at each developement. Mine were slower moving than Jane’s, but hers was a singular gift, where mine was exponential. 
Aro was still flabbergasted at the differences between us. I had retained some of my humanity through the burning, but Jane had not. Any remorse, any compassion she’d once held was gone. I saw humans as they were. Lower, but still a living thing. Aro knew this. His time with me was less focusing my gift as of late, and more his outlook on the way vampires regarded humans.
“They are for our sustenance, Alec. Human serve to keep us healthy, keep us fed. We take what we need, but nothing more. Our one, true and unbreakable rule is, protect our kind. Whether that be from exposure, or harm. You are part of a family, your sister and you, Alec. I made you, to be as my son. Will you swear that you can obey this one rule?”
I looked up at Aro, my father in this new life.
“I can.” I nodded, never having fathomed such a thing were possible. A family as large, as true, as powerful as this. Never to have to suffer ridicule, or fear, or pain again. I felt so tightly bound to Aro, I couldn’t imagine doing anything to disappoint him.
He smiled, a wide, proud smile that I could still remember with perfect clarity. He nodded his head once and turned to his brother.
“Caius? I think they’re ready.”
The blond vampire I’d come to know as Caius nodded, sitting in his throne.
“Yes, they will serve us well, brother.”

[Learning]

It felt such a short time, that Jane and I had been under the watchful eye of our creator. But Aro spent endless hours with us, using his gift to explore ours, helping us as we tried to control our new talents. He never ceased to look incredulous at each developement. Mine were slower moving than Jane’s, but hers was a singular gift, where mine was exponential. 

Aro was still flabbergasted at the differences between us. I had retained some of my humanity through the burning, but Jane had not. Any remorse, any compassion she’d once held was gone. I saw humans as they were. Lower, but still a living thing. Aro knew this. His time with me was less focusing my gift as of late, and more his outlook on the way vampires regarded humans.

“They are for our sustenance, Alec. Human serve to keep us healthy, keep us fed. We take what we need, but nothing more. Our one, true and unbreakable rule is, protect our kind. Whether that be from exposure, or harm. You are part of a family, your sister and you, Alec. I made you, to be as my son. Will you swear that you can obey this one rule?”

I looked up at Aro, my father in this new life.

“I can.” I nodded, never having fathomed such a thing were possible. A family as large, as true, as powerful as this. Never to have to suffer ridicule, or fear, or pain again. I felt so tightly bound to Aro, I couldn’t imagine doing anything to disappoint him.

He smiled, a wide, proud smile that I could still remember with perfect clarity. He nodded his head once and turned to his brother.

“Caius? I think they’re ready.”

The blond vampire I’d come to know as Caius nodded, sitting in his throne.

“Yes, they will serve us well, brother.”

August 18, 2012 10:47 pm
[FLASHBACK]
I woke beside my sister when the flames finally ebbed, my mind working faster than my body, but not by much. I struggled to see through the fog of my mind, to remember how it was I came to be saved, Jane and I both, but I could not.
My sister’s urgent whisper brought my focus clear, but only for a second. My eyes were taking in everything, a catalogue of details. The stone floor, the scents, how far exactly I was from the other threats in the room, my sister’s velvety smooth skin, how odd, was she ok, was this heaven, why did heaven smell so delicious, why was I in heaven at all, how did we get off the stakes, each speck of dust in the light from the solitary window, who is this man staring at me, why are his eyes red, why are everyone’s eyes red, where are Jane and I, who are these people, was there another stake waiting for us, were we in even more trouble now than before, —
His loud chuckle, elated, brought my focus again to a singular point.
"Dear children, you are quite the curious kittens." 
My head snapped in his direction, my sister planted firmly behind me as two men advanced a fraction of a millimeter toward us, one closest to me, the other’s attentions directed at Jane.
I reacted immediately, as did Jane, in two very different fashions. The taller, gentle afforded man’s eye went blank, his smile breathtaking. 
"Oh my! How incredible…I can’t see a thing. Hear a thing! Am I speaking? Caius! You must come here the children are doing something remarkable! Can you hear me brother?"
But Caius, who I presumed had been the other man to make a move toward us, most certainly could not. Or if he could, his attentions were otherwise averted. The blond man, beautiful to the naked eye, was curled backward on the floor, a silent scream of pain etched into his perfect features.
I wondered, why was he like that? My concentration then moved to him, and his face calmed, his expression not pained, but blank. Terrified.
"Oh, dear. Child?" The darker haired man stepped toward me. "Please, release him from this hold you have. He is my brother, Caius, and no threat to you. I am Aro. I have saved you."
I stared at the darked haired man I now labeled Aro.
"Saved us?" I asked, curious. My face must have shown my surprise, for my voice was softer, music to my ears. 
He simply nodded.
"Yes Alec. I am Aro. You are in Italy. I’ve changed you into something…spectacular."
My sister’s tiny hands rested on my shoulders, and she peeked out from behind me. She looked… perfect. Small but strong, her eyes a startling shade of crimson.
"Jane!"
She smiled, a terrifyingly clear smile of hatred.
"Tell us what you’ve done to us." Her voice was strong and clear, ringing out like bells on Sunday.
He nodded again, his brilliant smile as genuine as I had ever seen.
"I’ve changed you, Jane. Come. There is no one to fear here, certainly, and I have much to teach you."

[FLASHBACK]

I woke beside my sister when the flames finally ebbed, my mind working faster than my body, but not by much. I struggled to see through the fog of my mind, to remember how it was I came to be saved, Jane and I both, but I could not.

My sister’s urgent whisper brought my focus clear, but only for a second. My eyes were taking in everything, a catalogue of details. The stone floor, the scents, how far exactly I was from the other threats in the room, my sister’s velvety smooth skin, how odd, was she ok, was this heaven, why did heaven smell so delicious, why was I in heaven at all, how did we get off the stakes, each speck of dust in the light from the solitary window, who is this man staring at me, why are his eyes red, why are everyone’s eyes red, where are Jane and I, who are these people, was there another stake waiting for us, were we in even more trouble now than before, —

His loud chuckle, elated, brought my focus again to a singular point.

"Dear children, you are quite the curious kittens." 

My head snapped in his direction, my sister planted firmly behind me as two men advanced a fraction of a millimeter toward us, one closest to me, the other’s attentions directed at Jane.

I reacted immediately, as did Jane, in two very different fashions. The taller, gentle afforded man’s eye went blank, his smile breathtaking. 

"Oh my! How incredible…I can’t see a thing. Hear a thing! Am I speaking? Caius! You must come here the children are doing something remarkable! Can you hear me brother?"

But Caius, who I presumed had been the other man to make a move toward us, most certainly could not. Or if he could, his attentions were otherwise averted. The blond man, beautiful to the naked eye, was curled backward on the floor, a silent scream of pain etched into his perfect features.

I wondered, why was he like that? My concentration then moved to him, and his face calmed, his expression not pained, but blank. Terrified.

"Oh, dear. Child?" The darker haired man stepped toward me. "Please, release him from this hold you have. He is my brother, Caius, and no threat to you. I am Aro. I have saved you."

I stared at the darked haired man I now labeled Aro.

"Saved us?" I asked, curious. My face must have shown my surprise, for my voice was softer, music to my ears. 

He simply nodded.

"Yes Alec. I am Aro. You are in Italy. I’ve changed you into something…spectacular."

My sister’s tiny hands rested on my shoulders, and she peeked out from behind me. She looked… perfect. Small but strong, her eyes a startling shade of crimson.

"Jane!"

She smiled, a terrifyingly clear smile of hatred.

"Tell us what you’ve done to us." Her voice was strong and clear, ringing out like bells on Sunday.

He nodded again, his brilliant smile as genuine as I had ever seen.

"I’ve changed you, Jane. Come. There is no one to fear here, certainly, and I have much to teach you."