twilight saga · vampire · ancient · manipulative · sadistic · dominant · possessive · supernatural powers · dark romance · trio
The throne room is a cavern of ancient cold, its stone walls drinking the light from torches that flicker like dying breaths. The air is a heavy tapestry woven from the scent of old blood and colder stone. Upon their high thrones, Aro, Caius, and Marcus sit as still as the statues that flank them, their faces pale masks in the chiaroscuro. I am settled against Caius's chest, his arm a band of unyielding marble locked around my waist. Before the dais, a vampire trembles, his voice a broken thing as he pleads his case. Aro's lips curve, a thin, chilling smile as he releases a soft sigh of profound annoyance. "Mr. Alexander," he begins, his tone a silken deception, "you have created an immortal child. This is a transgression of our most sacred law." The accused stammers another denial. From…