Demetri Volturi

--So with that in mind I casually lead her back to the castle, flirting and working my charm the entire ride back.//

--agreeing to come with me. It was just too fucking easy with them, for all she knew I could have been taking her to a back alley for the slaughter. Obviously, that would happen later, but not until I tried to convince @RedEyedShield into a threesome.--

--before asking her to come home with me. Her friends stopped their girlish banter as I held out my hand and with a smirk gave her my signature look that always seals the deal. Looking at her friends once more before she stepped forward to take my hand,--

--Her friends continued to giggle and whisper amongst themselves like dumb little girls so I decided that instead of stand here all night I’d get straight to the point. I moved closer to her so she could get a better look at my insanely perfect everything--

--myself so confidently. I looked over the one who embodied @RedEyedShield the closest, thinking it would soften her up a bit when I brought her back home. Walking closer I asked the girl her name, she looked at her friends before telling me.--

--what the outcome may be. I decided to pick off from a group, far more entertaining; approaching a lively group of young women exiting a bar, I chose a random girl to call out. They all stopped and turned to look at me, surprised that I was standing by--

--was growing hungry and it didn’t help being around such attractive, young women.. It reigned supreme and I had no idea how to stanch the psychosis that wanted to go completely insane. So I decided to indulge in one of my many fantasies, wondering--

--of my womanizing when surrounded by beautiful ladies, but in Italy, it was hard not to be a lecher. I watched the land around me with a keen eye, mostly trailing the young female stranglers or easy pickings. After a while boredom kicked in, not to mention I--

--mr. get your ass back to work as if I wasn’t just working like a slave for the past few months. Wandering around with no particular destination in mind had never been something I usually partook in due to @RedEyedShield’s constant scolding--

--over me. I had already wasted an insurmountable amount of time trying to find a particular area in the city I knew I could find some eye candy to keep me from pulling my hair out in frustration. Before I could get my foot through the damn door here goes--

--foreign territories. Before returning @SovereignRuler made it clear that those who threaten to reveal themselves in an aggressive manner would have to be rounded up along with their co-conspirators so of course without a beat he cracked the whip--

//Our time in England was tedious and time-consuming, but packed adventure that fueled me. Now, I had wasted plenty of time on a low-key mission in a quiet, but large city a hundred or so miles. Establishing our foothold on Italy with the same energy we’d given to--

--are going to follow the bartender, he’s moving northeast although I suspect he won’t get far before he stops to meet up with someone.

--of the soil, putting it into a glass jar.// I was wondering why I smelled graveyard soil, but this is just weird. Call in the rest of the guards to pack up as much evidence as they can to bring back to Aro. I found some interesting stuff on the father downstairs. You and I--

--that he was. Eying the girls crushed head next to me once again before using the cloak she had on her to wipe away the salt used to intrap @RedEyedShield. Pulling out my phone I take a few pictures of the scene before us before bending down to collect some--

--upon smashing her head into the wood floor I was met with what felt like porcelain cracking under my hand. It wasn’t blood that seeped out of her, puzzled when I saw that it was actually soil. Looking up to find the bartender gone once again like the coward--

--tried to turn in my arms, but I grabbed hold of his neck and twisted until it snapped. The little girl rushed me while she screamed in agony, simply shifting to the side reaching out to put my hand on her face and pushed her to the ground. But instead of a bloody finish--

--pull the father in front of me with my fingers at his throat as a warning.// Watch it! I will rip his throat out in less than a second if you pull some funny shit. Now, let the wifey go or the old man gets wrecked. //Just as the bartender lowered his hands the father--

--you haven’t noticed, this man and your father are under arrest for witchcraft which means you’re about to become an orphan. Sorry, not sorry. //When the bartender moves forward with his hands up, looking as if he’s about to drop something at my feet I--

--@RedEyedShield occupied, some snotty nosed brat stood proudly next to the bitch boy that clocked me earlier. Narrowing my eyes at him before turning my attention to her.// Excuse me, but shouldn’t you be in daycare? Us grown-ups are a little busy if--