𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙄𝙓
ミ★ ( obsidian, act one ) ★彡

     While there was no physical evidence of what he had done, Amias could still see the blood on his hands. Vampires held no blood in their system the longer that they age; only venom or the blood from their victims, but never their own. When one kills a vampire, their bodies break like marble, but there is no remnants of blood or gore like a human. Newborns were a different story, when vampires are freshly turned, they still hold their own blood in their tissues, making them far more stronger than a normal vampire.

     He didn't exactly stick around the site where he had massacred that coven to return back to the castle. Aro would want to know that his request had been acted out and done correctly, as per his taste. He would've wanted them to suffer as a display of power, and place fear among those who dared to disobey their laws. Amias was just his pawn to make sure that was done, and he used to be fine with that because he respected Aro for what he had done for him, but now it seemed like an inconvenience—and it was as if it the only thing Aro respected him for.

     Amias wants to cry. For the first time in hundreds of years, he feels guilty. Not because he's afraid of repercussions when he finally dies—but because he is afraid of what a certain brunette girl would think of him if she were to ever find out what he did, and the fact that he enjoyed it.

     He kept picturing her face, staring at him wide eyed in fear as if she was witnessing him in action. That made him feel guilty because he was tainting something so pure with a scene so gruesome and sinful. It was no place for a girl like her.

Amias didn't really believe in Heaven or Hell, but when he thinks of Bella being scared of him, he believes it would remind him of what he would picture to be like Hell. He doesn't understand why he wants to protect her from the horrors that is the real world, but he does because it reminds him of himself when he was human. Why Bella out of all people? He doesn't know.

     One thing was for sure, if Heaven and Hell did exist, he wouldn't be walking through the pearly gates. He would be walking along the fieriest pits of Hell—and not comfortably. The idea of judgement day didn't make sense, because he had been around humans long enough to know that there weren't that many people who were inherently just good or bad. He knows there's a lot of grey.

     A lot of good people make bad decisions or do bad things in the name of the greater good, no one could always do the right thing all the time. But the idea of your future in the afterlife being condemned because of one bad decision didn't sit right with him. He understood people who continuously bad things, but everyone else just didn't make sense.

Amias knew he was a bad person. There was no grey with him. He was a bad person through and through. He had just reached the point in his eternal life where he had just stopped caring and he had stopped trying to portray himself as a good person. It was why he felt like he didn't fit in with the Cullens despite them being so welcoming to him; they were good people with rough pasts. He was a bad person with an even worse past.

Carlisle didn't care. He still thought he could be saved even though Amias was insistent that there was nothing worth saving anymore, and that all but Carlisle didn't want to hear it. He thinks it has something to do with his conscience as to why he wants to save him so bad.

     He doesn't understand why, but Carlisle believes he was dammed. It was why he took in the others, for repentance and to be forgiven in the afterlife for what he had become. It was why he became a doctor—so he could help people.

Carlisle was a saint dammed to a fate worse than death in some people's eyes. But he thought he could turn things around. Amias didn't know how he would react when he would return to Forks and his eyes were bright red like the colour of freshly spilt blood. He had no idea if Carlisle would be disappointed or if he expected him to relapse in his old ways. It was almost more hurtful to think that Carlisle had little faith in him and expected him to drink human blood.

Whatever it was, Amias knew he couldn't return until his eyes were golden again to avoid judgement day. The Cullen home was like some sort of haven for him; he didn't want to risk it.

He remembered they were close with another coven in Alaska, and he knew he needed to make a detour before returning to Forks. Amias knew the Denalis. He knew their history. He just didn't know how he would react to his presence after the last time they were visited by the Volturi centuries ago.

The sky was clear in Alaska, unlike Forks, and unlike the dreary city he was in previously to that. The sun was out and the sky was bright despite the frosty air that felt like velvet on his skin. The ground was covered in white snow and only peeks of greenery from the trees could be seen, and wildlife of all kinds running about freely. Alaska was picturesque. He could see why the Denalis had chosen this place to settle down in. Not many humans could live in such a climate.

Amias was sure that they could hear his footsteps approaching them before he even got close to their home. He could hear theirs before he could see them also, their whispers wondering who it could possibly be that was approaching them.

It wasn't long until he saw the sea of blonde hair, pale skin and golden eyes known as the Denalis—along with Carmen and Eleazar, who had recently joined them, both of which their dark hair standing out from the almost platinum blonde the Denalis were known for. None of them were dressed for the weather—or for human eyes, for that matter—wearing shorts and small t-shirts that any human who dared to wear such things in the Alaskan weather would perish in from the cold.

Each of them stiffened when they saw Amias, standing defensively and protectively in front of each other like Amias was a threat to their family. Which, in a way, he was. Everyone knew of his dark power, that wasn't a secret, so seeing him could be a potential threat to anyone's life.

     "What are you doing here?" Tanya hissed, "You have no right. We have done nothing wrong."

     Amias bowed his head, "I understand. I mean you no harm. Carlisle tells me your family is close with his and I am looking for refuge." They looked confused as he looked up at them, "At least until my eyes return to the golden colour you wear. Then, I will take my departure back to Forks."

Tanya's eyes blinked as she relaxed from
defensive position, "Uh—okay." She spluttered.

It was night time and Amias was laid in the snow, staring up at the starry sky. He had grown quite fond of the Alaskan sky and how beautiful it was. It was something he could get used to instead of the same sights of the castle in Italy.

The snow had moulded around his body perfectly from how long he had sat there. He had probably counted how many stars there were in the sky that he could see about six times over just to take his mind off of things. He had fed earlier on a large buck, and he was just waiting for his eyes to turn golden at that point. It always took longer for the eyes to turn golden from the alternative diet rather than it's default red. It was almost frustrating at that point.

Being a vampire meant a lot of time spent being bored, time was frozen around him—or rather, he was frozen around time. There were times where he couldn't really do anything besides just be there in time. He didn't like to wait but that was what his life mainly called for.

Getting the sense that someone was watching him, he looked up to see Tanya spying on him within the tree line. "You can come talk to me, you know?" Amias called out, his voice staying in a normal tone knowing that she could hear him from a far distance anyway.

She sprung out from the trees and plunked herself beside him, the snow beneath her slightly flying around them and landing on Amias. He remained still despite being covered in slow. The blonde woman muttered an apology as she went to wipe the snow away from him but hesitated after a short moment.

"Don't be." Amias told her as he wiped away the snow himself, "It was a little funny."

Tanya's mouth twisted down, "Irina and Kate think I should leave you alone. They think my spying would be annoying you." She stated, "They think that you'd kill us for it."

"I don't kill unless necessary. I am not my same reckless self." Amias stated, "But, I understand their concerns. I don't exactly have the best reputation, and I have arrived at your home uninvited. I would be on edge too."

Tanya relaxed a little again and she laid down beside him, looking up at the stairs also, "Forgive me for being forward, but may I ask what you are doing here? You're never one to leave the castle unless it's for one of your... missions."

"Ingrid is dead." Tanya's breath caught in her throat, recalling Amias' infamous sidekick. She never saw one without the other and it did cross her mind briefly when she saw Amias by himself, "I killed her." He admitted as he looked down at her hands, "She created an immortal child and hid it from us. Aro made me kill her and the child, and I realised I needed a break from the castle. I sought refuge in the Cullen home but they called on me for another mission. I didn't want to disappoint Carlisle with my eyes so I came here to return to normal before I went back."

"Oh, that is a lot." Tanya mumbled, visions plaguing her mind of her own past—the past of her own creator and the immortal child she created, and then those same visions of Amias killing the both of them upon Aro and Caius' orders, "But you're going to return to Carlisle? Your home is Volterra."

"Volterra hasn't really felt like home since Ingrid died." Amias admitted, "I don't really know where I belong."

"Where will you go?" Tanya asked again, "If you don't go back to Volterra, where will you go?" Amias didn't answer, because he truly has no idea. He could not think of a single place on the entire planet that held any interest for him. There was nothing he wanted to see or do that he hadn't already before.

"I am unsure."

"I'm sure you will return to Italy. It is your home after all, but I feel as if you would quite enjoy Forks and would stay a while." Tanya said wisely, "No matter what it is... or who it is... that haunts you, you'll face it head on. You're the type."

     Amias smirked but his mind stayed on the Swan girl that haunted his mind, "I suppose so." He said, "You Denali women are wise. It's a shame you don't let that be your reputation."

     "And what's to say our current reputation isn't good?" She questioned teasingly. Everyone knew the Denali's reputation—they preferred human men; easy to find, for one thing, with the added advantage of being soft and warm in comparison to their cold and hard texture, and always eager. In other words, the Denali women were known for being a succubus.

     Unlike Carlisle, the Denali women discovered their consciences slowly, but in the end, it was their fondness for human men that turned them against the slaughter. The men they loved, lived, but, once they got bored, the men were never the same. They became shells of what they once were because there was nothing that could compete with the love of a beautiful succubus.

     "It's not a bad thing..." Amias shrugged slyly, normally he would've enjoyed such a reputation and Tanya knew this, "But—"

     "No buts." Tanya interrupted as she stood up and Amias sent her a look wondering where she grew the confidence to suddenly start interrupting him when only moments prior she was afraid to even approach him. "I think a large buck, or even a mountain lion should do you some good and your eyes will be back to normal after it." She said, "So let's get hunting."

With one last sigh, Amias stood up and followed after Tanya, the two of them ran towards the forest, running so quickly that their feet don't have time to implant themselves into the snow, leaving no footprints behind.