Post by Aro Volturi on Aug 8, 2013 16:35:29 GMT -5
1280 BC
"I can give you what you crave, I can give you life."
"I have life, why would I need more? How do you know what I crave, you do not know me."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong Aro." A smirk crossed the ancient nomads lips as he looked down upon Aro who lay wounded on the battle field. "I can see you are a warrior, I can see the power within you." He extended his milk white hand and grinned. "Do you want it badly enough is the question that remains."
Aro fought the pain and narrowed his eyes, he always knew he was meant for greatness, this was just proof of it's validity. There was always this pride about him, one that he believed was fit to be a leader one day. To prove himself in battle, to prove himself a better man than his brother. Henry, for he hadn't spoken to him in years since their departure. He refused to be by his side as he rose in the ranks to leadership, to power. He'd given it up so easily; the coward.
The nomad had an orgulous smirk plastered on his pale pink lips as the vampire waited for his answer. Time was of essence and if he were to be of any worth to him in the immortal life, he had to choose now.
"I...accept." He said softly, the sensitive ears of the nomad ringing with his words. His smile grew as he bowed his head once.
"Then it is done, and so shall it be."
He opened his mouth wide and Aro's eyes grew large with fear in just that moment. The vampire bit down on his neck and began to suck on his blood, sated in the sweet thirst of his nature. His eyes rolling back as the vampire pulled his human life from him, the venom entering his system and causing immediate scorching pain throughout his body. His limbs frozen, the veins that which pumped blood throughout him on fire, his heart steadily pumping to keep him alive. He cried out and began to thrash about on the snow covered ground. Drops of his blood seeped into the snow as the nomad stopped feeding for the transformation to take place.
And then...it began.