( black & gold )

[Lyra Marino]

Lyra ran like a speeding bullet, through the forest she was passing through, on her way back to her home. She had been sent north to sort a small clan of vampires that had been feeding just a bit too freely in the local towns. However they where now taken care of, or at least warned if they continue their existence would be ended, and she was heading back home. It had been a simple job and not at all interesting, however Lyra had still jumped at the chance of an outing, even if she had to go with two of the most incompetent fools that ever graced the Volturi guard. Now however she had left them behind, out-running them with not a lot of effort.

Slowing to a jog as she emerged out of the forest, Lyra began to run up the hill to the city and her home as the sun set behind the trees she had just run through. Smirking lightly as she ran, Lyra was glad to see her power was still working order, for during the long run she had increased the probability of her making it back to Volturi before the sun had set, which she had. For climbed the town walls in the blink of an eye and hopped onto a near-by rooftop. The sun disappeared behind the horizon, sending the town into another night.

Leaping lightly from roof to roof, heading for the center of the town she took a few risks. Leaping greater and more daring distances, Lyra took in her stride. As she increasing the probability that she would make it, and decreased the chance that she would get caught. For getting caught doing anything that could be considered in-human, in this town, was like asking for a death wish. They did often get suicidal vampires, planning it, however they where always ripped to shreds before they even got a chance. So as she leapt the last few rooftops, and dropped down into a small deserted ally-way Lyra paid extra attention to stay undetected, for ending her life was not an option to her. For unlike most vampires, Lyra was happy with her lot, because being thought of being human again just bored her.

Crossing the alley way, Lyra slipped through the side-door, not wanting to head on the main-streets for human crowds where not for her. Moving with grace through the tunnels, up a couple of staircases, and into the main reception of the headquarters she smiled politely at the receptionist. Lyra really did pity these girls; their hope to get changed was far too obvious. Though Lyra knew the chances of them getting changed was very unlikely, and if she liked them she did often boost their chances a little, but she did not like to mess with her master’s decision. She had far too much respect for them, for giving her this home, so in-turn she respected their decisions. So as she passed her, Lyra merely smiled, and disappeared off into the rest of the manor.

( WIDE OPEN )

[Marcus]

Marcus had been feasting. It was a past time he was often found to do, the simple necessary of hunger had long since for Marcus become a sport – a challenge he indulged himself with. His tastes were pin pointed, pompous in that he only took perfection. Young women usually, sweet and innocent in what they did usually with an artistic talent and always supreme beauty. It was his game to seduce them, to talk and charm, to bring flushes to white cheeks before with a kiss he vanished it. For the last two weeks he had been stalking one such maiden, very prim and proper, a talent with the piano and pretty – beautiful even. Exactly to his tastes. But she had been terribly reluctant, engaged and very prudish about it resisting every one of his attempts to woo, to seduce her to a dark corner alone. Her rejection had only made him desire it more. Finally today he had got his way, arriving in her gardens to see her reading. And she had looked at him as if he were such a pest merely shooting him wise cracks that she would scream if he came any closer and pestered her further. But as always – with that signature smile, a bunch of flowers, a peck to the cheek followed by sweet charming words. She had taken his hand and followed him with a bright smile to the darkest corner of the gardens, to the bench where she would believe she would pucker for a kiss, where he would place his hands on her waist and lower his lips to her neck. Soon she had been limp in his arms – done and emptied like a bottle that no longer held an interest to him.

About now she would be found on the bench, lay out in such beauty – Marcus forever the artist carefully arranging her legs to the bench one hand to her dark blouse clutching a small handful of blooming flowers, the other dropping to just brush her pale flesh to the green grass. Her eyes closed, lips parted with a slight smile. Angelic in death he had no doubt her fiancé would drop and sob at his knees beside her. It took him but moments to return from the large city of Venice where his meal had been situated to Volterra with his fine speed. The sun set almost the moment his feet touched Volturi ground, the gardens soon cast into shadow as the light vanished behind the beauty of the hilled scenery.

Long silken ebony hair fell around him, stray wisps captured by the wind, a proud jaw held high an oddly smug victorious look to his usually chilled features. As always whenever venturing out he was finely dressed in the latest fashions but still he looked odd. Looked as if he didn’t belong and truly he didn’t. Sharp boots soon led him to the quiet halls of the mansion that had forever been his home. He moved through the dark hallways with the full and only intention of returning to his rooms, perhaps to compose it had been sometime since he had last freed his violin – perhaps he should return his hands to a piano or cello he had not done so in so long.

He was quite lost in his thoughts as he strode, long legs bringing him with a strange speed through the beautiful halls of the ancient castle. He barely noticed when another was in his presence only even looking when he all but nearly collided with her. Lyra – one of the guards, gifted with extraordinary powers if he remembered rightly. She had been sent recently – he remembered Caius saying to deal with the troublesome vampire who obviously had a death wish with how freely he had been feasting. A mere curtsy call to tell him to buck up his ideas or deal with death. Not something it was actually possible to fail. Besides if she had failed he knew full well her heart would quiver in fear at the sight of him.
“Lyra.” He greeted with a nod of his head, truly it was only the interesting members of the guard he paid any remote interesting to and this girl certainly qualified for that.

(Sorry this took so long)

[Lyra Marino]

Walking at a slow pace, running her hand along the wall, Lyra took it all in. For a vampire she was one of the luckiest there could ever be. Turned by accident, cooped up until she was safe enough to be returned to the out-side world, if it had not been for Cordelia, she would have been tossed out and nobody would have given a second thought to her well-being. At a shudder Lyra thought of her life without her ‘sister,’ she would have ended up as one of the foul nomads, dirty, bad-mannered and badly-dressed. Though luckily her life had not come to that, her gift had been noticed and she had been welcomed with open arms into the Volturi Guard. Where Lyra doubted she would ever leave, the comforts and the perks where to hard for her to resist.

Rounding the corner, Lyra knew the probability of her walking into somebody was high, as it was after-all a manor full of vampires she was bound to bump into somebody. And even though she knew she could not edit that probability, the thought never crossed Lyra’s mind to even try. She had been sent with such idiots on her little mission, that any kind of conversation that did not involve ‘who’s mussels where bigger’ was fine by her. However as she rounded the corner, and nearly walked into one of the founding brothers, she had got a lot more than she had bargained for.

Smirking lightly, Lyra did a mock curtsey as she pulled the hood of the cloak down, which protected her from sun. “Marcus” she replied lightly, coming back up to full height, and meeting his eyes. She knew she was safe to act this way, because of her useful gift Lyra had become a familiar face to the three brothers, and so had her almost cheeky personality. So pushing social boundaries like this was nothing new to her, not to mention she lowered the probability of him being offended ever so slightly. Still that meant nothing, Lyra was no talented enough to control the mind, only alter the chances of a certain action ever so slightly.

“Any word from Forks?” she enquired, out of interest as the Cullen’s where still the latest gossip between some of the guards

ooc . ew, sorry.