《That Special Brunette || Aro x Bella||》Dekapénde
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Bella was quick to walk towards Aro. Aro looked up to find his beautiful mate. His eyes widening with surprise as his eyes took in Bella and her appearance.
Bella was perfect in his eyes, way better than anyone he had seen. Bella smiled at Aro but Aro didn't had the time to smile back; he was too busy to took in every little detail of her.
"Hi," Bella's smooth voice took Aro out from his haze. Aro blinked out of his haze. "Aren't you looking like an angel?" Aro asked, smiling down at her as he grabbed her delicate hand, bringing to his lips and placing a kiss on it.
"And you look absolutely handsome," Bella said, grinning ear-to-ear. Aro and Bella turned to look at Athenodora and Caius. While Dora was grinning, Caius was busy examining Dora.
"Shall we go in?" Dora asked. "We are waiting for Marcus to join us, Athenodora," Aro said, formally. Dora huffed as she heard her full name. The number of times she has asked Aro to call her Dora is infinite.
"It's Dora. D. O. R. A," Dora said, looking frustrated. "Come on, love. We know Aro is no fun," Caius said, caressing Dora's back by his hand while smirking at Aro. Dora let a giggle escape her throat.
"You shouldn't say that for Aro," came the distant voice of Marcus. Caius gave a shrug. After Marcus joined the group, Demetri and Felix appeared out of nowhere.
"Shall we open the door, Masters?" Asked Demetri. Aro nodded and offered Bella his elbow which Bella took without a single question. Caius tightened his grip on Athenodora's waist while Marcus just stood there in his place, motionless.
Felix opened the double door and stepped aside for his masters and mistresses. Aro and Bella started gliding into the decorated throne room; followed by Caius and Athenodora and in the last, Marcus.
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All the vampires went silent as they saw the three Leaders of The Volturi. Aro looked upon the vampires, a counterfeit smile on his face.
"Thank you for your presence tonight. I would like to introduce to you all, my mate and your queen, Isabella Swan!" Aro exclaimed. Bella held her chin high in pride.
Everyone bursted into an applause. Bella's eyes spotted the Cullens in a corner of the room, looking quite grim, not that she cared about them anymore. Heidi stepped forward with a tray with five wine glasses filled with blood.
Aro grabbed two glasses, handing over one to Bella. Caius doing the same with Athenodora while Marcus took the last glass.
"To the queen," Aro toasted turning to Bella, "and My love," he whispered, taking a sip of the content of the glass. Bella eyed the glass suspiciously. "It's just the mixture of blood and wine, my love."
Bella, comforted by the statement, sipped the blood-wine from the glass, tasting it delicately. It tasted like heaven. A pleased moan left Bella's throat as the blood-wine trickled down her throat.
The masquerade was going on in full swing. Everyone were enjoying and drinking and dancing while the Leaders of The Volturi stood at the raised podium, talking and laughing amongst each other.
A guard of the Volturi rushed up to murmur something to Aro. Aro sent the guard away with a dismissive hand, turning to look at confused Bella. "What happened?" Bella asked.
"It seems a vampire found his way to our lovely Valentina," Aro had to say no more; Bella understood what he meant. "I am sure we can get a new one," Bella said. "Of course, we can, My Love."
The music turned to a softer, waltz music. "May I?" Aro asked, bowing in front of Bella, extending his right hand. "You may," Bella said with a smile, placing her hand in his.
Aro straightened up, guiding Bella to the dance floor. A small smile was etched on Bella's face. All the vampires who were dancing stopped as they saw Aro and Bella.
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Tales From the Terran Republic
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