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Post by Aro on May 16, 2008 16:35:35 GMT -5
For a long time the room had been very plain, without a trace of the modern world. It was only two years ago, a short time as far as he was concerned, that he had decided to purchase a stereo, and four speakers that were each larger than he. Aro lay on his back in one of the two rooms he claimed or his own personal use. His study. The room had several bookshelves, lettered with ancient texts, a couch, two chairs, and three windows overlooking the town square. The pale, dark haired figure lay atop a sofa that faced an unused fireplace. His crimson eyes were closed, and were also hidden beneath one of his forearms. The other arm dangled off the side of the sofa, fingers clutching a remote. His knuckles were brushing the decorative area rug that covered the stone floor. Sitting against the wall in the direction his feet pointed, was a new stereo. At the moment it was switched on. Blaring from the speakers was an old jazz number. Through the ages, Aro had decided Jazz music was by far his favorite. The twenties had been a good decade, one that he wouldn’t ague coming back into style.
The most recent drama to befall their home involved a girl that had been with them for a century, Marcus, and his new pet. Aro knew two of the three, and had only seen the face of the red-head Marcus had decided to bring home. Aria, a female who had been in their house since the year eighteen sixty four, had decided to leave. Aro had encountered her briefly before she’d left for the airport. He wasn’t particularly close to the girl, but had known her a long time. Aro knew the mind of the girl well enough to have a good idea of what she would do. He didn’t think it possible for her to stay away for very long. She was sensible, and needed only to blow off some steam. It as impossible to fully believe she would be able to stay away for any real length of time. But maybe he was completely off the mark. Aria had been very predictable through the years. Her mind was a simple thing. But seeing Marcus with yet another girl had snapped something in Aria’s mind. Perhaps he could no longer predict what the girl would do. Perhaps she would return home, but be an entirely new person. Aro had bid her farewell with a promise that her room wouldn’t be touched, that she would always have somewhere to stay with the Volturi. She’d insisted it was unnecessary, but a kind gesture no less, and left.
Aro was curious as to his brother’s feelings on the matter, but it had only been a day since the girl had left. Aro wouldn’t run into his brother until later that day, most likely. Perhaps he would even get a chance to meet the red-headed female. What was her name again? Sophie? When the song came to an end, Aro lifted the hand lightly cradling a remote, and pressed three buttons, changing both the CD, and the song. The next song that started was newer, one that he still found strange, but terribly interesting. Techno. Humans these days listened to strange stuff. Labeling this noise music hardly seemed fitting, but still, it was hard not to be captivated by it. Aro didn’t imagine his brothers would take to this genre of music, he’d never really asked them before. Perhaps he should find out. Marcus most likely would detest it. He tended to be terribly old fashioned, not even taking to current fashions too well. But Aro adored his younger brother, and would never change a thing about him. Marcus did tend to be quiet, surly, and set in his ways, especially as of late, but it was for good reason. Even back in the day that Marcus had been a bold, perverted flirt, Aro had felt the same way.
Despite the blaring music, Aro’s sensitive ears picked up on the sound of footsteps making their way towards the room he occupied. Once they grew close enough that Aro could tell the person was outside, he paused the song playing, and dropped his arm to his chest, so his eyes could turn to the door. The door crept open without the person behind it even bothering to knock, which was rare. Aro sat upright, bending one leg, and rested the foot against one of the white cushions of his sofa. He rested his elbow atop the raised knee, and watched the door with an arched eyebrow. The girl that entered was the human girl he’d hired to be the receptionist. He greeted the girl with a tired sigh, and a roll of his eyes. They’d recently replaced the woman who’d held the job for a few years. An unfortunate accident with a hungry guard member had been her end…the new girl seemed to be having a hard time acclimating herself to the job, and asked him questions on everything. Aro was tiring of the girl, and half considered killing her then and there for her incompetence. He hired her to do a job, that it didn’t seem she would ever pick up on, and Aro didn’t want to wait for her duties to begin to make sense.
By the end of their conversation Aro had decided that he was no longer going to deal with the female, or the task of replacing her. He’d been hiring the receptionist for nearly three centuries by this point, and would have no more of it. Her corpse was left, bloodless, on the floor of his study as Aro moved towards Marcus’ room. There was no sense in waiting with the girls body for someone to clean it up, or for Marcus to seek out his company. There was nothing better to be done with his day, so Aro saw no reason not to let his brother know of the staffing change now.
While he glided through the halls, Aro faintly hummed a tune that vaguely resembled Mozart‘s fifth symphony. It was a tune that had been warped in his mind over the years, a tune that had began to flow through his mind when he’d been watching Aria dancing one day. The tune had ever stuck with him, remained as clear as the day it had first crossed his mind. The tune continued even as he made his way through Marcus’ bedroom door. He knocked once, to announce himself, then walked inside. If there had been reason not to enter, Aro would have known before reaching the door. But it hadn’t sounded as if anything were going on that would keep him away. There was very little that could disturb either Aro or his brother enough to warrant formality in their relationship. They had been together for century upon century, and in that time they had both walked in on things they’d not wanted to see. It was something neither seemed to worry about any longer. Back when Marcus’ mate had been alive, Aro had been more cautious…but that was no longer a problem.
He didn’t speak after the door had closed behind him, and he didn’t hear anyone either. Right when he turned, ready to leave a sound fell on his ears. A rustling sounded behind the door he recognized as Marcus’ closet, which was the direction he moved in. It was easy to guess who was behind the door. Aro knew for a fact someone was there, he could hear them moving, smell them. However, it wasn’t his brother. If it had been Marcus, Aro would have recognized the scent, and he didn’t. He could smell the soap that lingered on the skin of the being, probably the red-headed pet Aro had heard about in the past few days. It was about time he got to meet the girl! Aro opened the door further, and leaned a shoulder against the doorway as he took in the sight before him. A cheerful grin washed over his face, a soft laugh erupted from his throat. The girl wore nothing save her undergarments, which were far less modest than they were in years past. Balled up on the floor, beside her feet, was a damp towel, which she’d likely just used to towel off her red hair.
“You must be my brother’s new pet. Sophie isn’t it?” Aro greeted the girl in a soft, musical voice. His crimson eyes were alight with a common humor, glowing redder than usual as he’d fed only moments before. “I’ve heard so much about you, it’s a true pleasure to finally meet you, my dear.” He added, hands in the pockets of his slacks. Aro was speaking as if this were a perfectly common situation in which to meet someone. He wasn’t the least pit perturbed by the girls lack of clothing. Perhaps if his brother were there as well he’d have left, but it wouldn’t have bothered him then either. That would hardly have qualified as the most awkward situation he’d found his brother in.
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Post by Sophie on May 16, 2008 19:22:29 GMT -5
Red hair sprawled all over the clean silken sheets. She was laying down, not that she needed it but her body was still sore from the previous day with Marcus. Lovely bite marks decorated her flesh, as did severe nail marks against the side of her body and stomach. She lay naked against the red sheets, something that seemed to be a favorite of Marcus, the color of the sheets that is. Her red hair clashed desperate with the silk, but she wasn’t that vain as to where she would request new ones in a different color. The red looked rather lovely against Marcus though. His pale ivory skin and raven black hair looked stunning against the crimson flow that decorated their bed. She had promised to go bathe while he was out, but she couldn’t bring herself to move off the comfortable bed. Part of her human emotions still wished that they could sleep. It was dreadfully boring having to be up all the time. Fingers played with the ends of her ginger hair, a habit that had been thoroughly reprimanded by Marcus previously that night. It was a habit of hers that she couldn’t not let go of right away. When someone grew accustomed to such things, it was hard to break the habit. Piercing her lips together, the female leaned up in her bed.
Her feet fell on the floor as she scooted off the bed with a liquid grace that only a vampire could possess. She imagined that Marcus would be back soon enough with clothing. She had already rung the hotel and asked him to send her things over. Of course they wouldn’t be able to do it right that moment, but assured her that her garments would be present by five that day. The trouble was that she had nothing to wear now. Marcus had simply solved the problem by telling her he was off to fetch a dress. He was being awfully compliant, but she did not argue with him. If he wished to get her a dress then she would wear it. Simple as that, but for the time being she needed a bathe. The title was cool, but not at cool as her skin. The bath tub was…complicated. She had not paid attention the previous day that Marcus had been fooling with the buttons, but eventually got it down. The window didn’t bother her either for Sophie did not care who looked in and who did not. Marcus told her that no one would be able to see her, which was fine. Either way it didn’t matter, not to her. Slowly she moved into the water, almost giving out a gentle moan as it felt so good against her body.
She couldn’t help but chuckle at the memories of the tub. Her lovers proposition, the moments they had before. It all flowed back into her mind, forcing a delicate smile against her lips. She reached for the rag, slowly washing her body meticulously. Her breasts still held the wonderful bite marks along with her neck and thighs. The scratches looked almost like they were moving in the water. Shaking her head, she leaned against the side of the tub. Nothing much was going through her mind, she was just trying to kill time until Marcus came back. She did not want to walk around the castle, for it was so big and she knew that she would get lost. Not to mention the looks he got when he brought her home, she didn’t need to see any more women rolling their eyes at her. Marcus could promise her respect, but that of others had to be earned. So far, she didn’t think she had struck many any the castle as someone that they could respect. It was easier in smaller homes, but she wasn’t complaining. After all, she hadn’t been this pampered in a long while. Really she wasn’t that superficial, Marcus made her happy for as much as the pair could make each other happy. After all they both were whores, and using each other for various reasons. He needed someone in order not to be lonely. She needed someone to take care of her. So they made their pact and it would last as long as he stayed interested or she got bored. Sophie had always been the one to ruin or sabotage the relationships she was in previously, but perhaps she might find a home here. It was certainly better than anything she could have cooked up that was for sure.
Growing tired of her thoughts, the red head moved out of the water eloquently. She grabbed the robe that was near the tub, obviously Marcus’. He wouldn’t mind. Though, it was rather drab on her form so she had decided that it best she found something else. The towel, purposely placed was used to dry her hair before she stepped out into the room once more. Still no sign of Marcus, she noticed and shrugged. Her underwear from the day before was sitting there folded nicely, Marcus must have asked someone to wash the garments, but there was no sign of the dress that he had commented on. Apparently he didn’t approve of it, well he didn’t from the start so that was no big surprise. She imagined that it was slightly…inappropriate. Tossing the robe on the chair, the girl still clung to the towel drying her ends. She didn’t have anything to where, so she’d just have to settle for something of Marcus’. Entering his closet, or what she presumed to be his closet, Sophie stopped in her tracks. This was not Marcus’ closet. It had many dresses and other things of the late 1800s. She touched only one garment and that was enough to tell her that this was his mate. The one that he lost, which made her feel very intrusive. A frown formed on he features as her forehead creased. Quickly, she closed the door and moved to the other door. She would not let the memories get to her. She would not feel sorry for anyone. It was her promise to herself. She hated her gift at times. Everything she touched she was a memory of someone else. It got so tedious to have to know everything about someone. At least it had to be a memorable thing, not just something insignificant. Moving into the right closet, Sophie put on her garments and started searching through his clothes.
She heard someone come into the room, but it wasn’t Marcus. Perhaps it was a servant? Though when the door opened, she was quickly misinformed. Pet? He called her a pet and laughed when he saw her. Perhaps she did look slightly funny covered in what appeared to be marks from an animal. Her hand was on her hip as she turned to face him, not at all embarrassed. “And you are?” she commented dryly. She wasn’t exactly happy that this man had called her a pet. She was a girl. Not a thing. Not an animal. He was happy and she didn’t see why. He had just barged in on her and acted like it was nothing. He was definitely one of Marcus’ brothers, but she was going to give them the same treatment that she had Marcus. “Have you?” she said musingly. Her hands found their way back to the rack, finding a white shirt of Marcus’ to put on. The sleeves were long. It was a simple shirt. Shrugging, she pulled it on over her black garments, not really caring that the shirt was see through. She was going to be smart and retort back with ‘I wish could say the same.’ But for once the female held her tongue. She knew that Marcus did not wish her to be rude to his family. She was a little viper at times, but nothing anyone couldn’t handle that was for sure. “I didn’t realize news traveled as fast as it did.” She left the towel on the floor just as he had left the robe on the chair.
ooc-sorry if I didn’t give you a lot to go off Jess. And Sophie is just like that until she gets to know someone. So can’t wait to see if Aro will get sick of her or stay carefree haha.
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Post by Aro on May 18, 2008 1:38:59 GMT -5
The first thing that happen upon spotting Sophie, was his eyes gave her a quick scan from head to toe. She was covered in the tell-tale signs of a night with Marcus. Bite marks, and scratches littered her otherwise flawless skin. It wasn’t something Aro had never seen before. There wasn’t much that fell into that category. He’d been alive a long time, and had spent all of it with his brother. If he hadn’t know better Aro may have worried that his brother would have been angry at him for talking to his new pet while she was so scantily clad…but this girl wasn’t his mate. Marcus would take no mate, and Aro knew it well. His brother still dwelled on thoughts of his lost lover. It was something that everyone who knew Marcus understood. Most respected it too. Did this girl not know what she’d gotten herself in for?
“I am called Aro.” He responded, unsure if she’d heard of him yet. It seemed unlikely that any vampire wouldn’t know him or his brothers…but something about the way the girl glared at him made him think twice. It wasn’t often that a vampire let themselves get so hostile around someone with as much power as he. Either this girl was very brave, or very ignorant. Either way, he was intrigued. Aro grinned at her, and remained silent, watching her as she pulled a white shirt on. For as much good as that shirt did, she may as well have stayed wearing not but her underwear. But to each their own. Aro mentally shrugged the useless gesture off, and grinned at her next comment.
“Welcome to the Volturi Palace, darling. There are few secrets in these walls. No one here has anything better to do with their life than spread the word of the latest gossip. Though I don’t believe word of you had quite reached everyone just yet. The human girl down in the lobby? She saw you. I spoke with her earlier.” He explained. Aro didn’t add that he only knew thanks to his power. That was a useless bit of knowledge and would only make it seem as if he were bragging, when he most definitely wasn’t. Aro didn’t need to brag for people to know of his power. He was the oldest of their kind, save their immortal mother, if only by a few short years. He was the oldest of his three brothers, and though he was the kindest of the three, he held just as much power as either of them. Aro had just as much authority to order their guard around as anyone did. Most knew it already…it was strange speaking to someone who didn’t seem to understand the protocol of his home already.
The only reason Aro was so confident in her presence, so uncaring about the glare in her eyes, was because this was his home. Even if he was in his brother’s chambers, he was harming no one. He’d come to speak with his brother, then would be gone. Until then, he was in his home, and felt no need to bend over backwards to make anyone else comfortable, or in control. He wasn’t in a mood to pretend to be the idealistic host. That was such a tiring font to put on, and he wasn’t going to bother with it. It was only when trying to charm someone that Aro really bothered with such a thing. But it would seem that Sophie had already been charmed. His efforts at wooing her would be as worth wile here as they would be on a broom.
“I assume from that look on your face that you are upset by my appellation for you.” Aro stated. Of course she had a right to be insulted. Any human being would be, and she was no exception. But unlike most others in this palace, he wasn’t going to lie to Sophie and make her think her position in this palace was anything but what it was. She was Marcus pet, and would only be there so long as she satisfied him. “I would say I’m sorry for the offense, darling, but I see no sense in lying. Your position here is what it is, regardless of what you may want yourself to believe.” She was filling the place of Marcus late lover, and that was all there was to it.
When footsteps sounded in the hallway, Aro glanced over his shoulder, towards the door. When the knob turned, he stepped out of the doorway of the closet, and waited for his brother to enter. A cheerful smile touched his face when Marcus made his appearance.
“Hello, brother. I was just getting to know the charming Sophie.” He explained after his brief, jovial greeting. “Actually, I wished to have a brief word with you, else I’d have left you in peace.” He glanced briefly behind him, at the red head, then back to his brother. He’d known the possibilities of interrupting before leaving…it was easy to guess that neither wished to chat with him just then. After all, he’d already succeeded in irritating Sophie.
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Post by Marcus on May 18, 2008 18:04:13 GMT -5
Marcus had been shopping. Having invited Sophie to join him at the opera house the following evening it had become to obvious she would be in need of clothing. Marcus had volunteered to go shopping half to give her time to snoop around his room as he knew everyone of his lovers did the moment he left them alone. Marcus was terribly nostalgic when it came to his lost lover her closet still stood intact, unmoved, untouched or emptying it seemed as if… he was removing her. Normally he locked it when leaving his lovers alone least they stumble upon it but the thought had quite swept his mind today. He had also volunteered to both ensure he had a vision on his arm for the night and he actually did enjoy shopping for lovers, enjoyed choosing gifts that he knew would bring gasps and wide stunned eyes and of course, the thank you that came from such a gesture. It was undeniable that Marcus had fine taste perhaps due to his artistic personality, perhaps due to his own standards of perfection.
Having set out with the promise of returning with one dress he had quite outdone himself. Silently he head back to the Volturi manor from Venice – the best place for dresses he had soon discovered. Instead of one dress the box he returned with tucked under his arm carried three and several pieces of jewellery. The first was a simple, sleek black silk cocktail dress form fitting falling just above the knee, another a scarlet more old fashioned dress long skirts falling to the ground, sleeves hanging half way down the upper arms with a pleasant v-dip for Marcus` entertainment that one far more suitable for evenings at the theatre and opera, the last an emerald dress (for Marcus the artist knew all about complimentary colours) slim shoulder straps tying behind the neck to give a cascade down the back, the bodice lightly ruffled a small sash tied around the waist before skirts fanned out in light ruffles to rest below the knees. Undoubtedly he knew his new lover would look more then fine in each and he expected they would be to her tastes after all… they were ludicrously expensive.
It took him but minutes to get back from Volterra to the hallway that lead to his rooms, easily opening the door and slipping inside to his brothers warm greeting. The years had taught him to never be surprised to find Aro around the corner his eyes strolled the room to see Sophie at his closet, wearing one of his shirts. Where many brothers might have exploded to see Aro chatting away to his lover when so scantily clad, Marcus had never truly cared and this was no different.
“Aro,” he nodded his head to his brother in greeting laying the white box holding Sophie’s gifts upon the bed before moving to the cabinet in the corner of the room easily fetching he and his brother a drink, leaving one upon the side for Sophie to take as he handed his brother a goblet not at all phased by their peculiar situation. Truly he and his brother had been in far worse.
“You know your always welcome brother, and if you weren’t it wouldn’t stop you.” He commented aloud, they were very similar in that aspect.
“What is it?” He questioned some might think it rude but truly after millennia’s together there was no need for the brothers to ask ‘how are you’ they could read each other better then any living creature as if they were looking into a mirror. By a single look they knew when the other was upset or pleased and how easy it made life.
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Post by Sophie on May 19, 2008 9:07:47 GMT -5
She had heard of him. She wasn’t that uneducated on the ways of the Volturi to not know the three brother’s names. The red head was not that uneducated as to where she would not recognize the name of a Volturi brother. She knew that the man looked like he could pass for a brother of Marcus, so she was sure that he was in fact Volturi, but which one had yet to be decided. In a matter of moments, he told her who he was and she gave him a look of indifference. For it was in her nature to not think anything of the Volturi. Tyrell had besotted her head with beliefs that they were normal vampires just like them. She believed him. Marcus did nothing to dissuade her belief. He was rich and attractive. She however had found out by her gift how powerful he was. He didn’t tell her, so she didn’t mention it. One would think that it would have lessened her tongue, but again that did not happen. Her brow quirked as he mentioned the gossip of the castle.
“Interesting,” she offered him with a gentle smile and brushed past him. The concept of them gossiping about her was mildly amusing. She always found that conversations centered around her either turned out really bad or really good. “Thank you,” she responded to his welcome. He was very nice considering she was being slightly standoffish with him. There was no excuse for it besides the fact that it was her personality. Piercing her lips together, she stood leaning against the table looking up at him. She waited for him to speak again, wondering what exactly what was going on in his mind. She was slightly curious by him. He was far to calm around her and it surprised her to no end.
“Very perceptive,” she said softly looking down at her nails. “You can think whatever you want of me, but I am no animal. I’m not a pet, Aro. I’m not going to waste my time trying to explain to you all the reasons of why I should not be called such. Regardless of what you may or may not think, I’m a lady and deserve some respect. I may be sleeping with your brother, but I am by no means his little pet or toy. One of his many lovers, yes; perhaps business partners would be a better term. Though I’ll not presume to change your mind, please do think of me what you will. I will not however stand here and let you downgrade me for your own amusement.” Sometimes, Sophie did not know when to shut up. She could keep going and going and going if someone let her, but even she had enough since to know when to be quiet. Aro was not Marcus, and even though she knew Marcus wouldn’t let anything happen to her if she kept on insulting Aro like this well there was only so much one can do to save a wounded ego.
She let out a harsh sigh turning her head to the door as Marcus walked in. Perhaps the conversation would take a new turn now that he was here. She noted all the lovely little bags in his hand, but did not move from her spot. Thankfully, they started their greetings, giving the girl a small moment to herself to regain her thoughts. She was pissed that Aro thought she was just some ‘pet’ or ‘toy.’ She didn’t even know what it was bothering her aside from the fact that it made her seem less of a person. It made her seem as if she were truly just a decoration rather than a woman. Trying to calm her features, she gave them both a smile before moving over to where the drinks were set out and took her own before making her way over to Marcus and offering him a light kiss on his lips. Her eyes slipped to the bags, but then quickly back to Aro.
This was his brother and she would fain some type of courteous behavior to him even when he showed her none. “You are fine Aro. We shall just agree to disagree on certain matters. However you should know that I’m right and you’re wrong. Denial is not a pretty thing.” She lightly took a sip of her drink, offering him another delicate smile. “Shall I leave you two to discuss matters then?”
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Post by Aro on May 26, 2008 11:03:12 GMT -5
“Actually you are. We are all animals, even if we are more inelegant than most. So long as you’re here your entirely in the care of my brother. He’s the one that wanted you here, and likely will be the one to keep you here. There are only six people in this entire building that are going nowhere, and you are not on the list.” Aro explained. Part of him wondered why he was speaking such a way. Perhaps it was the same old story. He wanted this girl to know who was the one in charge. She seemed to cocky, and sure of herself. She seemed to believe that Marcus could keep her here forever. But that wasn’t true. Marcus was very much allowed to kick Aro’s pets out IF he had good reason, and Aro was quite sure that he had the same right. This girl was no one important, no one that he couldn’t replace. This girl wasn’t the one that he loved, and thus, she was expendable. Aro didn’t like being around people that didn’t understand he was more powerful than they were. Even if there were three permanent members of the family other than his two brothers, they still respected the authority of him and his brothers…to an extent. Alec never had quite gotten use to that idea the way Jane had.
The topic dropped when Marcus walked in. It seemed he and Sophie could find common ground there, if nowhere else. They didn’t wish to bother Marcus with their silly disagreement. Though Marcus could probably imagine what they’d said to one another, at least on Aro’s part. Marcus knew Aro well enough to know that he liked being in charge, and he liked people knowing it as much as Marcus himself did. Sophie was cocky as either of them, and that was bound to get to him. Aro didn’t feel the lest bit of shame in this knowledge. Sophie wasn’t any true concern to him just yet. Perhaps that would change at some point, but so far she was just a pawn.
Before he spoke again, Marcus offered him a drink. A grin touched his features at Marcus’ second comment. It wouldn’t have stopped him if he truly had something he wanted to know, though he did try to allow his brother some privacy….most of the time. It could be terribly amusing to see the reactions of the girls he brought home, as Marcus was never really bothered by anything he did; not after having spent this many years together. By this point, the two of them had seen everything, the two of them both had a rather sick sense of humor, even if Marcus rarely showed it these days. The two of them were probably closer than he and Caius, or Marcus and Caius, simply because they were such similar creatures…in most aspects at least. Marcus had once been of better humor, a tad more similar to Aro…but not exactly the same. But that had changed a long time ago. Despite that, they understood one another well.
“No that is not necessary, Sophie dear. I’ve nothing to speak of that everyone shouldn’t know.” He insisted. He wasn’t here to say anything that was a great secret. His attention turned back to Marcus before he spoke once more.
“There are two things actually.” Aro explained briefly. He swirled the blood in his goblet briefly, as if it were fine wine, then took a sip of it. “First off, I’ve decided I tired of the latest girl I hired. She’s been disposed of. I was thinking it is high time you found her a replacement. I tire of the job, these humans are half witted, and I’m not entirely sure I can handle another string of interviews.” He explained then paused, allowing Marcus a chance to comment. “Also, the girl saw Aria leave a few days ago. She’s not been back since. Aria had the girl get her a one way ticket to the United States.” Aro explained more softly. He had a feeling that Marcus wouldn’t let this knowledge effect him in any physical manner, but he knew it would bother him. Even if Marcus wouldn’t admit it to anyone, he knew that Aria was one of Marcus’ closest friends. For all they knew she was gone forever…
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