Post by Aria on May 26, 2008 11:50:49 GMT -5
The day she had left was the day Marcus had returned to the castle with some red headed female. They’d retired to his room for several hours, and in that time, Aria had hopped on a plane to the United States. She knew she needed time to clear her head, and it was an excuse to go look for Kathleene. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find the girl. Either she was somewhere else on the continent, or she was dead…Aria told herself it was the second, just to make it easier for herself. No need to give herself false hopes. Once she’d told herself Kathy was gone, Aria headed, on foot, for New York. She spent a few days there shopping, and trying to get thoughts of her late friend, thoughts of Marcus and the red headed whore out of her head. In order to get herself and the stuff she’d purchased back to Italy she had to buy an additional two bags, one a good deal smaller than the other.
She didn’t speak to a soul on the plane ride home. Once she’d landed in Rome, Aria put forth enough efforts to get her bags mailed to Volterra, then headed home on foot. She’d known from the beginning that she’d not be able to stay away. Volterra was her home. She had friends there. Marcus was there. She couldn’t just make her way in the real world without that. Aria had worked herself into the hierarchy after the war in Obion. There had been a few women that had been with the three brothers for many years, but they’d died…Aria, however, had lived. It was after that, that everything changed in that palace. It was after that that her place in the palace had become secure. Aria did little, if truth be told. She wasn’t an active member of the guard. She didn’t often leave and handle the various tasks that were given to them. But she did take care of most of the newborns that came through the castle. Their stays were often infrequent, lasting only about a year or so. But Aria was the one that taught them to live their new lives, how to remain discreet, and not expose them. She loved her life, she loved her job, and she wasn’t going to let the red head take that from her!
Aria breezed into the building wearing a dark green, lace sundress. Around her neck was a necklace, a thin piece of black leather from which hung a round, jade pendent. Her brown hair hung straight around her pale face, and bared shoulders. Her eyes were dark red, nearing black. She hadn’t fed in a few days, but fully intended to change that as soon as she’d located Marcus. When she went to the receptionist’s desk, only to find it empty, Aria internally seethed. Last she’d spoken to the girl she’d found her to be a complete imbecile. Of course she couldn’t stay where she should be and actually do her job! Huffing slightly, Aria headed quickly through the winding hallways, searching for someone who could direct her to the man she actually wanted to see. She wasn’t at all hindered by the thin, four inch heals on her feet. She kept on running until she found a small female figure, Jane.
“Hello, Jane dear.” Aria greeted the girl softly, and bent down to kiss her cheek lightly. Jane was nearly the same age as she was. Jane was a few years younger than Aria was, but they’d been changed just about the same time. They weren’t exactly friends, but they got along well enough. “Have you any idea where I could find Marcus?” She inquired softly.
After a brief conversation, she found out that Marcus and his elder brother Aro had gone to the United States, to handle business there. It was strange that they’d gone personally, rather than sending Jane or Alec. But Aria wasn’t going to argue with their decision. At least they would get everything done efficiently. Aria only had the most respect for the twins, but they did tend to let the details go the way the Volturi brothers never would. She said her goodbyes, and headed towards her chambers.
Aria moved inside the room, leaving the door ajar, she stepped out of her white heals beside the large unit that was her closet, then moved over to a table where a half full bottle of blood sat. She poured herself a glass of it, and sipped it daintily as she glanced about her room. Everything was just as she’d left it…perhaps a little bit cleaner. There was a good chance someone had tidied stuff up while she’d been gone. Her black and gold comforter had been smoothed out, and she could see fresh cases on a few of the numerous pillows. Aria stepped towards her bed, and fingered the black lace curtains that were tied to the four posts on the corners of her bed, while taking another sip from her glass.
Aria heaved a tired sigh, and re-filled her glass before moving once more into the hallways. She took another drink of her glass of blood, she walked slowly until the glass had been drained. Once it was empty, Aria placed the glass on a table in the hallway. Once freed of the glass of blood, her feet began to move in a rhythmic pattern, dancing. By this point, Aria had enough control of her power that she could force something to happen. She could do as much as direct her power to be something good, or something bad, but she hadn’t any control of how strongly it would effect someone, or what exactly it would do. When she started dancing, she let her anger flow through her, and reach her core. That anger flowed through her mind, and left her each time her feet struck the ground. Anyone that neared her at that point would get a horrid headache. Aria hoped it would keep them away. The only person she wanted to talk to was gone… [/I][/color]
She didn’t speak to a soul on the plane ride home. Once she’d landed in Rome, Aria put forth enough efforts to get her bags mailed to Volterra, then headed home on foot. She’d known from the beginning that she’d not be able to stay away. Volterra was her home. She had friends there. Marcus was there. She couldn’t just make her way in the real world without that. Aria had worked herself into the hierarchy after the war in Obion. There had been a few women that had been with the three brothers for many years, but they’d died…Aria, however, had lived. It was after that, that everything changed in that palace. It was after that that her place in the palace had become secure. Aria did little, if truth be told. She wasn’t an active member of the guard. She didn’t often leave and handle the various tasks that were given to them. But she did take care of most of the newborns that came through the castle. Their stays were often infrequent, lasting only about a year or so. But Aria was the one that taught them to live their new lives, how to remain discreet, and not expose them. She loved her life, she loved her job, and she wasn’t going to let the red head take that from her!
Aria breezed into the building wearing a dark green, lace sundress. Around her neck was a necklace, a thin piece of black leather from which hung a round, jade pendent. Her brown hair hung straight around her pale face, and bared shoulders. Her eyes were dark red, nearing black. She hadn’t fed in a few days, but fully intended to change that as soon as she’d located Marcus. When she went to the receptionist’s desk, only to find it empty, Aria internally seethed. Last she’d spoken to the girl she’d found her to be a complete imbecile. Of course she couldn’t stay where she should be and actually do her job! Huffing slightly, Aria headed quickly through the winding hallways, searching for someone who could direct her to the man she actually wanted to see. She wasn’t at all hindered by the thin, four inch heals on her feet. She kept on running until she found a small female figure, Jane.
“Hello, Jane dear.” Aria greeted the girl softly, and bent down to kiss her cheek lightly. Jane was nearly the same age as she was. Jane was a few years younger than Aria was, but they’d been changed just about the same time. They weren’t exactly friends, but they got along well enough. “Have you any idea where I could find Marcus?” She inquired softly.
After a brief conversation, she found out that Marcus and his elder brother Aro had gone to the United States, to handle business there. It was strange that they’d gone personally, rather than sending Jane or Alec. But Aria wasn’t going to argue with their decision. At least they would get everything done efficiently. Aria only had the most respect for the twins, but they did tend to let the details go the way the Volturi brothers never would. She said her goodbyes, and headed towards her chambers.
Aria moved inside the room, leaving the door ajar, she stepped out of her white heals beside the large unit that was her closet, then moved over to a table where a half full bottle of blood sat. She poured herself a glass of it, and sipped it daintily as she glanced about her room. Everything was just as she’d left it…perhaps a little bit cleaner. There was a good chance someone had tidied stuff up while she’d been gone. Her black and gold comforter had been smoothed out, and she could see fresh cases on a few of the numerous pillows. Aria stepped towards her bed, and fingered the black lace curtains that were tied to the four posts on the corners of her bed, while taking another sip from her glass.
Aria heaved a tired sigh, and re-filled her glass before moving once more into the hallways. She took another drink of her glass of blood, she walked slowly until the glass had been drained. Once it was empty, Aria placed the glass on a table in the hallway. Once freed of the glass of blood, her feet began to move in a rhythmic pattern, dancing. By this point, Aria had enough control of her power that she could force something to happen. She could do as much as direct her power to be something good, or something bad, but she hadn’t any control of how strongly it would effect someone, or what exactly it would do. When she started dancing, she let her anger flow through her, and reach her core. That anger flowed through her mind, and left her each time her feet struck the ground. Anyone that neared her at that point would get a horrid headache. Aria hoped it would keep them away. The only person she wanted to talk to was gone… [/I][/color]
