“This is where I’ll leave you.” spoke his musical voice into the night air. He gave his creation one last hug before leaving her to embrace her new life. She watched as his tall shadow melted into the dark Italian sky. Finally, a story staring Marcus of the Volturi as the main (and happy) character! NOT OOC! FINAL CHAPTER UP! Warning: may contain spoilers for Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. Disclaimer: I'm not Stephanie Meyer and therefore don't own the books. I'm just an addicted fan who likes to play with her characters =D
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Marcus’s room was underground, along with Caius’s. Eve tapped lightly on his door.
“Enter.” said a dull voice through the door.
He was staring out into space once again and Eve was itching to know what he was thinking about. “Thank you for the guards. They did their job well.” she smiled
A small grin tugged at his lips. “I’m glad you liked them.” He turned his head towards her, but didn’t meet her eyes. “Ready?”
“Definitely!” Enthusiasm rang through her voice.
He stood up and motioned for her to follow. They headed up towards Aro’s room, but stopped at the “dinning room” on the way.
Eve hated killing people, so normally she would try and fill up on leftovers. Unfortunately, everyone who had already eaten had cleaned up after themselves. All that was left was an old, scared man, and a middle aged woman who had fainted.
Marcus headed over to the lady and made quick work of her, snapping her neck so that she didn’t feel much. Eve approached the old man slowly. She sat down next to him and put her arm around his shaking shoulders.
Marcus watched, fascinated, as she comforted him and murmured sweet nothings into his ear. He perked up, and tried to make out what it was that she was telling the man.
“I promise that I’ll do this as quickly as possible.” she whispered. “I am so terribly sorry that it has to be you that I consume. Please try and understand that I can’t help it.” The little man nodded slightly and she rubbed his shoulders. She planted a kiss on his forehead and moved her hands to his neck. “Good luck on the other side. I’m sure that you’ll make it.” With that said the old man smiled, thanked her, and she quickly snapped his neck.
Marcus stared on in wonder as she drank quickly, her eyes glazing over. He knew that if she could cry, she would be drowning in tears by now. Before the old man was even half way empty, she pulled back and started shaking fiercely.
He crossed the room and knelt down beside her. “Shhh, it’s okay.” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around her to calm her shaking. Slowly, she gathered herself, until she was only sniffling.
“I hate having to kill people like that.” she sobbed. “He didn’t deserve to die. He had a family. Tomorrow was his granddaughter’s birthday.” She shook slightly, holding back sobs.
“That must be terrible for you, knowing how they feel and what they think.”
She took in a deep, raspy breath, and nodded. “We’d better go.”
“Come on.” He helped her up off the ground and she leaned into him for support.
By the time they reached Aro’s room, Evangelina had pulled herself together and there was the normal happy smile on her face. “Hello Aro, we’re all ready to go.” she pronounced.
Aro stared for a moment at her and Marcus, his arm still wrapped around her. Aro smiled brightly. “I wish you luck in your travels! Take your time there, enjoy yourselves. You both deserve it.” He shook both of their hands and then they were off.
They walked down to the huge, twenty car garage. Marcus took both of their bags and loaded them into a dangerous looking silver car. “That’s what we’re driving?!” she gasped.
“Nice, isn’t it?” He ran a hand over the speedy car. “I bought it just yesterday.”
Eve nodded, still gaping at the car. “How are we getting over to America? Plane or ferry?” she asked in wonder.
“It’s up to you. We could fly over and rent a car. Or take the ferry and drive to Forks.”
She grinned wickedly. “Let’s take the ferry.”
“Alright then, hop in.” He said, opening the passenger side door for her.
They drove to the docks, taking as many back roads as possible so they could test the car’s speed. Once there, they boarded the ferry. Aro was sure to provide them with more than enough money, and they got two first class tickets with it and a safe spot for the car. The ferry that they boarded was small and fast, it only carried about 50 passengers. It would take four to five days to reach America. It would be a challenge to control their thirst, but they’d make it.
Surprisingly, Marcus was enjoying himself. Both he and Eve had their own rooms, but he preferred to stay on deck and look out at the endless ocean on rainy days. On the third day, it was too sunny to go out without being noticed so he stayed in his room, reading a book from the ships small library.
He heard Eve’s light footfalls heading towards his door. “Come in.” he called before she could knock.
There was an easel tucked under her right arm and a bag of paints in her left. “Do you mind if I use you as my model?” she asked uncertainly.
His eye brows raised slightly in surprise. “Um…Sure.” He stood. “Where would you like me to stand?”
She looked around the room quickly before her gaze froze on a small couch in the corner of the room. “How about right there?” she asked, pointing over to the couch.
He nodded and made his way over to it. He sat down on the couch and looked into her eyes for the first time.
“Would you mind lying on your side? Perfect!” she flashed him one of her million dollar smiles and started setting up the easel and her paints.
Marcus was the perfect model. The whole time that she painted, he didn’t move an inch. The lamp light washed over him, casting different shadows every time the boat rocked. Eve hadn’t painted since she was homeless on the streets, but it all came back to her easily.
She painted his sharp, pale features using different shades of white and grey. His black, glossy, messy hair was fun to paint. It was shorter than it had been a month ago, due to much pleading from Heidi to let her cut it. The only real challenge was his eyes. They weren’t bright red like most vampires’. They were old, tired, and wise. Their color was more of a deep burgundy, mixed with some black because of the three days he’d gone without feeding. There was so much sorrow in those eyes.
Three hours later, she gave up trying to fix the constantly changing shadows and declared her piece done.
She turned the easel around to face him. “What do you think?”
His eyes widened, it was perfect. It was almost as if he was looking in a mirror. “Wow.” he breathed. He leaned in to get a better look. Do I really look that…lost? He thought.
Eve stifled a yawn. “You can keep it if you want.” she offered.
He nodded his head, not taking his eyes off of the painting. She giggled, a magical noise, like hail bouncing off glass. Carefully, she removed the paint drenched paper from the easel and handed it to him. “Thank you. It’s wonderful. You have real talent.”
“You’re very welcome. Thank you so much for being my model. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone willing, to paint.” she yawned again. All day long she’d sat on the floor in her room, trying to sense the emotions of passing fish. They were all so simple, so happy and easy going. It was relaxing. Much more so than putting up with the jittery emotions of the tourists on the boat.
Marcus noticed her yawn and suggested that she got some sleep. The ferry was supposed to be docking tomorrow and she’d need to be wide awake when they went hunting. The ship beds were nice, but not as luxurious as her own bed in Volterra. She fell asleep fast.
Meanwhile, Marcus sat staring at the painting in his hands. He was shocked by his own appearance. There was a new expression on his normally expressionless face. It was a mix of many emotions, none of which he thought he was capable of feeling. There was uncertainty in his eyes, along with pain. Those were both his usual emotions, and neither of them shocked him. What did surprise him was the slight smile on his lips, accompanied by a foreign look in his eyes.
What was that look? Could it be love? No, he thought, that was impossible. He, Marcus Volturi, would never be able to love again. Of that he was sure. But if it wasn’t love, then what was it? All night he sat there, pondering this one question, but to no avail. One loud blast of the boat’s horn brought him out of his trance.
Within seconds, Evangelina was pounding impatiently at his door. “Come on! We’re here!” He chuckled at how easy it was to make her day and grabbed his suitcase. He tossed the book of Greek names he’d been trying to focus on onto his unused bed. It’s no wonder that Evangelina’s parents had chosen the name the meant “angel” in Greek as their daughter’s name.
He was starting to believe that she was his own personal angel, here to help him overcome his never-ending depression.
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