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Despite spending years searching and consuming knowledge across multiple fields and practices, from the rigidness of mathematics to the omniscient sciences, Caius Volturi had found himself plummeting into the cold grasp of ignorance. He hadn’t felt so unsure of anything since his own new-born years. But watching his love, his mate, lie still before him, the human emotions of which he had repressed so many centuries ago, came flooding back to him like a tidal wave.
It hadn’t meant to end this way. She was meant to join him in immortality, intertwining their fates together forever more. She was all-consuming, she was all that Caius had ever longed for. The transformation from her mortal state to a vampiric form was meant to be complete days ago when her heart stopped. But instead of signalling the start of her new life, all it represented was the absolute end.
Caius could certainly see the irony; it was hard not to. In some of the most recent medicinal journals he had studied it was said that a person was not dead until they are warm and dead. If it was anyone other than her, he would have laughed. The transformation was meant to leave her cold and undead. He knew that she would have certainly enjoyed the ludicrousness of her situation.
He had spent so many years angry and alone, so much so that he had thought that it was all he was meant to be. The evil king. When he met her, it all changed. Initially, he had been disgusted to be fated to a human of all creatures, they were fragile, naive and a danger to the Kingdom he and his brothers ruled over. But as he looked into her eyes for the first time, he realised that none of that mattered; it was as if he could feel the centuries of resentment and prejudice slipping away.
She was everything he was not: kind, patient and forgiving. She was the type of person Caius had once inspired to be when he was young himself. Now, she was a memory and that was all she would ever be.