KBelle’s Comments (group member since Nov 25, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the The Volturi (A Twilight RP) group.

He released her and straightened, frowning. "Nothing, of course child. Run along" he smiled, waving his hand.

He stopped and bent over a bit to meet her eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. "Who are you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes as he wondered how many memories she had retained, trying not to touch her.

"Well then." he handed it back and all sweet smiling pretense faded to his usual icy cold gaze. "Go," he said shortly, pointing to the door.

"Oh I'm sure it is. You see..." he realized his upper hand and took the girl's camera from her. "These photos shouldn't even be taken." he looked down and smirked, realizing it was old fashioned, so the photos couldn't be backed up anywhere else. He made like he would drop it. "Why don't you come back? We always have lovely dinners" he smiled warmly.

((I LOVE how creepy this is lol))

He grabbed her arm in his stony vice grip, likely to leave bruises later. "What friend?" he breathed.

"Yes of course it is... he set his hands casually in his vest pockets, yet there was something off about it, the way it still seemed so proper and rehearsed. "Yes of course, and I'm only half a century old," he retorted with a doubting smirk, though it took all his control to keep from draining her right now. There was something about the mortal, though she acted ten and looked twenty, pulled him to her.

"Well yes, a Da Vinci emulator," he smiled down in a patronizing way at the small girl before looking back and sighing. "It's lovely, isn't it," he repeated, watching her face as his mouth watered in her scent.

"I'd rather not." he licked his lips, his lips still curled up in the same placid and odd smile. "There is a reason I am so pale. I stay inside to avoid the paparazzi. And the cameras." he patted her cheek as a condolence before turning away to hide his smirk as he guided her to another point down the hall, a marble sculpture of himself, Marcus and Aro carved by Da Vinci himself, yet he would not tell her that. "It's lovely, isn't it?" he asked.

"Why I am..." the corners of his mouth tugged downward a bit in a frown for half a human heartbeat. "I'm next in line for the throne. And no I would rather you not- why would you want to take a picture of me?" he whispered, smiling in an amused way at how awkward and childish she was.

((ooooh yikes!))

"What am I? Why dear, that is indeed a silly question. I suppose you mean who?" he asked, releasing her to point at an elegant tapestry of Aro. "Here is our king, Aro," he smiled down at the girl.

"Why? You are..perfectly welcome to stay and photograph the beauty of our castle. He took her hand gently regardless of what she wished and led her on. "It is a marvelous beauty. And hardly ever captured in photographs. Yet every element of it is, in itself, a work of art." he glanced over at her carefully.

((so what about Athenadora?))

((Whoa...she's running to the throne room so that Aro will see her and kill her...))

She froze. That enough had been the final tap to send her flying over the edge as the wind whipped through her. Yet she did not cry. She never cried. She had been beat for crying when she was young. She turned and shed her cloak, running past him towards the doors of the throne room at the end of the hall. "Aro! Caius!" she called as she darted past the shocked human secretary, panic and love seizing her to commit this crime against humanity. She refused to live like this for another moment, let alone another thousand years.

She pressed her hand against the smooth door, her hand against the grain of the vast mahogany as she paused, not wanting to leave his presence and the ease it brought her just to be near her. How could she go on without him? Another thousand years alone? She did not turn to face him. "I love you. And- I'm sorry" she breathed, looking down.

Her heard broke and her eyes turned into fractures mirrors, reflecting him as she suddenly panicked, unsure of what to say. He must not remember her. And she knew if Aro found out he had seen her she would certainly die. "I...nevermind" she whispered, raising her hood and brushing past him, the tail of her white and gold cloak against his of black and burgundy, contrasting light against darkness. She continued towards the doors, deciding upon leaving. If he was this way, there was nothing left for her here. She wiped at her cheek and continued on.

Eleanor's eyes strained to memorize everything about him. He hasn't changed at all, save for a darkness that seemed to have permeated everything about him. Her expression fell at the sight of his eyes, so haunted and brooding. No joy. She knew he hadn't left in part because of Chelsea, and partially because of his own choice, but she also knew his twin must've had a hand in manipulating him to stay. She couldn't just pass him by. She lowered her good and her dark curls tumbled out. "Alec?" She breathed, not sure all that Aro had done, not sure if he would remember her.

Eleanor's eyes remained mostly on the floor, hoping no one recognized her. Yet something caught her eye. In the edge of the hall, walking through darkness, his burgundy eyes focused straight ahead of him. His hood was down and his shadowy hair came down near his eyes. There he was. She felt her breath catch in her throat (not that she needed to breathe), and instinctively stopped, her eyes trained on him from under her white hood.

Eleanor walked down the hall in her graceful, gaited stride, her cloak splaying out behind her. Unlike the black and burgundy cloaks of the Volturi, hers was white, reflecting the faint light in the ceiling as she walked to the throne hall. She was desperate. She had to talk to Aro. Beg him to take her back. There was no denying it, Alec was her mate, and she couldn't be without him.

"Well...." His robes swept behind him as he closed the distance between them, his smell overpowering him as he tried not to show it, chewing his lip. He only stopped when he was painstakingly close to her. "It's quite alright. If I'm with you no one will question your presence here" he smiled, holding out his hand for her.

Exiting his room, Caius's eyes landed on what must've been a servant roaming the hall and he huffed haughtily. "Excuse me-" he called in his usual arrogant and powerful tone as he strode towards her. He paused as the scent of the girl washed over him and he stood stunned for a moment. His eyes flashed black and he smiled. "How can I help you?"