#the romanians

[therealvinelle]

For years, I thought Vladimir and Stefan were together. It's a few day ago I learned they all had a mate. Maybe their mate weren't women but it's Stephanie Meyer the book writers so I doubt she wants to write gay vampires.

Oh a lot of those vampires came across as very gay contrary to her intentions. Shoutout to Zafrina, Senna, and Kachiri. And Aro and Carlisle, and Alice and Bella, and probably many others that are slipping my mind at the moment, Stefan and Vladimir not least among them. The Denali share their men, god knows what else.

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[twilightt-fantasy]

in sickness and in health [vladimir]

description: Can you do prompt 37 for vladimir please?

prompts: "try to eat something."

requested by: anon

warnings: none

i love picturing vladimir as being totally helpless to his human mate in completely ordinary situations,, thanks for requesting!! <3

"vlad, i am fine." you laughed at him through your stuffy nose as he approached with yet another cup of chicken broth. you had been laid up in bed for the past 2 days and vladimir had waited on you hand and foot in your consciousness.

to be fair, you had a horrible cold - if you could even call it that. the day before, you were almost tied with vladimir's worry for yourself and wondered if you should take his advice and go to the hospital.

you couldn't keep food down, you were sweating horribly, your heart was racing, your head was pounding, and you could barely stay awake for more than 10 minutes at a time. somehow, you had managed to talk your mate down from rushing you to dr. cullen, but promised that if you weren't better in a few days, you'd go see a doctor.

in a welcomed boost of energy, vladimir was tied to your side and doing his best to nurse you back to health. he had called carlisle anyway, begging and pleading for any information he could get on how to tend to you.

"try to eat something, please, my love." he passed the warm cup to you, sitting beside you on the bed and assisting it to your lips. "you haven't eaten in two days."

you wrinkled your nose at the cup, your stomach twisting just at the smell. still, the helpless look in vladimir's eyes had you opening your lips only slightly to allow some of the broth into your mouth. vlad's lips quirked up the slightest bit, happy that you were trying.

your efforts were pointless though, for in the next moment you were reaching for the trashcan and throwing up once more. tears stung your eyes as you emptied your stomach and you sighed, tiredly when you finally finished. "i'm sorry."

vladimir's cold lips felt nice against your warm head. "don't apologize, my love."

"i promise you can take me to carlisle tomorrow." you reached towards his hand, squeezing it once before placing it against your forehead.

"or i could change you now and you will never deal with this again." his voice was soft, but you knew how serious he was. you closed your eyes.

"we'll see how tomorrow goes."

vladimir sighed, knowing he would have to wait a little while longer before he could turn you too. he swung his legs up onto the bed, cuddling in closer to you and pulled you to his chest. his lips pressed to your forehead again as you began to drift back into sleep. "i'll call first thing in the morning."

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Which volturi king is closest to how the romanians act

None of them, that was the whole thing, even Caius who is a barbarian warlord is one who follows and enforces his own arbitrary law (where the Romanians were all about not following that arbitrary law and holding a grudge about if for thousands of years).

The Romanians are the Romanians, let them be their wonderful unique selves.

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[volterran-wine]

What would happen, when the Romanians would suddenly just stop running away? Like... they settle down somewhere in Romania and stop giving a shit about the Volturi at all, not caring if they come to them, not talking to them, not getting roused by their mocking? Just full on ignored?

Would the Volturi be just weirded out and loose interest?

• — 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞

The most important thing is that the world and The Romanians remember they were beat, Vladimir and Stefan are living reminders of just what The Volturi are capable of.

So if Vladimir and Stefan made a point out of staying in one place, I would imagine Aro & co. Would simply find other ways of reminding them and all other vampires that The Romanians lost a terrible war. Perhaps they would spin the entire thing into being about how benevolent The Volturi are.

“See, we allow them a home now.”

All the while they send guards out there at random times through out the year to have a ‘visit’, making it terribly clear they are only allowed to live this way because The Volturi allows it.

Either way, I do not think it would be a much better deal than what Vladimir and Stefan already have.

#Volturi Questionnaire #The Romanians

[lunastwilightblog]

any fun thoughts you have on the Romanian coven?? Have they changed with the times? What're they up to these days? Do they try to fit into society? Thoughts on humans?

The Romanians are two of my favourite characters. They’re incredibly interesting and there’s a whole world in their pasts that could be explored. In the films they’re such fun characters but the books have them more creepy, sinister almost, and very out of place among modern vampire society. I view them more that way than the movie portrayal.

I think Vladimir and Stefan are very much set in the same way they were when Laurent encountered them - trying to be invisible. They’re forever wandering the world, never stopping, keeping out of the eye of the Volturi and waiting for the opportunity to get revenge for the loss of their empire and family. One day, when another coven takes the risk of creating a large army, and (hopefully for them) wounds the Volturi enough in battle, then Vladimir and Stefan will create their own once again and attempt to restore themselves to power and glory.

They don’t attempt to fit into society at all. Like many their clothes are stolen from prey, and they avoid cities. They roam countries with constant cloud, much like the Cullens, however unlike the Cullens preferring to avoid other vampires as much as possible as to avoid detection. They discourage others to follow them just as they told Laurent to stop.

Their views on humans are only that they are prey, nothing more. It’s been so long since they were humans they no longer recall their human memories and they kept human (and likely vampire) slaves. They don’t hold much value towards others of their own species either; they’re so old they’ve seen the vast majority of those they’ve known all die, coming and going as seemingly quickly as the seasons; empires rising and falling; armies being created and destroyed. They exist as if they’re watching the world go by, particularly as they can no longer participate in it as to avoid execution by any means Aro might create. (As a side note I don’t think Aro will order their deaths unless they rebel again - as the population is mostly younger vampires who don’t remember the carnage and anarchy of the world before the Volturi, he keeps them alive as a warning to those who might seek to usurp him and recreate the world of empires, as they will tell anyone who’ll listen about how their castles were burnt, etc).

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[carovolturi]

Do you think that the Volturi are the bad guys? I saw the movies and read the books before I was 10 years old and never thought them as such. They have one law: Keep the secret. And our protagonist keep breaking it! Compared to the Romanians and the Egyptians, they are great. No tithes, no virgin sacrifices, no slaves. The Volturi are necessary for the world peace. They are only harsh withe criminals. Though they do seem to turn a blind eye when it comes to the Cullens. Any opinions on that.💬

This is a hard question, but one that I'll enjoy answering immensely.

In the traditional Literary sense of canon lore...absolutely. On the level of plot, the Volturi are an obstacle to protagonist Bella's desired denouement (having power, beauty, and an immortal life with her rich found family/Soulmate (and a baby thrown in as a Bonus)); they nearly kill her boyfriend; they nearly let her and her found family die at the hands of Victoria's newborn army; they nearly have her baby put to death on false charges and (in the Breaking Dawn movie, at any rate) nearly kill her found family--all of which makes them, definitionally speaking, antagonists. That being said, as evidenced by the disproportionately large amount of "nearly"s in that sentence, they aren't incredibly severe antagonists. The Volturi may be villains, but in my opinion they aren't capital-v Villains or The Villains, which I think is an important (and interesting) distinction to make.

In my personal opinion...not really. You could certainly say they're villains in the way that any royal/oligarchical ruling party is villainous ("no regard for human life" is unfortunately not an explicitly vampire :: human political issue :( ), or bring up Aro's murder of Didyme, or argue that his canonical "justice system" is more like a murderous ploy for him to get shiny (err...sparkly?) new toys, but in the larger context of the Twilight-verse? They're arguably the least of many other evils. It's implied that the Cullens are the exception to the rule when it comes to self-control, and that if there were no Volturi to prevent conspicuous, gratuitous killing of humans, the human race would go extinct due to overfeeding. Given how other covens have historically abused their lack of secrecy, I can understand why Aro considers maintaining The Secret to be of the utmost importance. And while Edward doesn't seem to think Aro/the Volturi value human life, I would argue that Aro's policy of secrecy--for selfish or unselfish reasons--is strong evidence to the contrary...far stronger evidence than repeating high school for decades and not donating any of your time/money to actually improving or preserving human lives.

Just saying.

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[like-rain-or-confetti]

In Another Life (Twilight x Reader)

You had went to the bank in hopes of answers. You woke up in the hospital and narrowly escaped- with the report on you- which had an address you didn’t recognise. Therefore you got a change of clothes, your stuff and fled. "Your name is down as the person of residency but in terms of ownership, that is to your sponsor." The lady said flatly. "Sponsor?" You repeated. "Yes." She replied before looking at you. She noticed your distress. "Honey, is it time to make the call?" "Call?" You asked incredulously. "Your sponsor has made precautions for this." "Who is this sponsor you speak of!?" You cried out. The woman looked at you with surprise. Shaken you quickly contained yourself. "I'm sorry, I...I had an accident and the hospital said I have amnesia. This all just... I'm confused." You said shakily. Whilst the accident was made up, amnesia was possible and even more so the confusion was very real. The woman looked at you and seemed to feel pity. She sighed. "It's not protocol to do this but it seems like you would need it." She said quietly before typing on her computer, clicking her pen and scribbling down some information. "I'm giving you your address." She said quietly and a cash withdrawal of thirty dollars. I cannot give his name but I can give you where to find him. He works in Forks Hospital, his name is Dr Cullen. Dr Carlisle Cullen." She looked up at you slightly uneasy and pleading. "I'm really going out of my way for this. If you are asked. It didn't come from me." You nodded. 

The first place you went was back home. You weren’t surprised given the situation at the bank but it made you wonder how long it had truly been. The unpaid bills told you that you hadn’t been around for a while, as well as the power being shut off to the house and the layers of dust. However now that you knew where to find this sponsor it didn't take long before you decided to go to Forks Hospital. 

Dr Cullen looked very young- mid twenties. He either came from a rich family or he was a wonder kid growing up. He seemed a little young to be so far ahead in his profession. However he seemed to know you whilst you had no memory of him. "(Y/N)-" You cut him off. "How do you know my name?" You said quickly. "I can't explain right now." Carlisle said hurriedly. "You better. I need answers." You retorted. "You're my sponsor? What does that even mean?" "We can't discuss this here...come with me to my house and everything will become clear." 

Usually under any other circumstances, you wouldn't go anywhere with someone you don't know, especially to their house. Or at least that's what you thought. Truth be told, you didn't really know if you would. You couldn't recall a situation similar...or different for that matter. You were fairly certain you had found yourself involved with the wrong people. Carlisle had told you that he along with others are vampires and that another group of these so called vampires wanted to meet you. That left more questions than answers and by two days had passed, you were faced with the shock that all of this was not a dream. It was very very real.  They looked at you. The beings with red and gold eyes. You couldn't bring yourself to be afraid of the supposed vampires. You weren't certain if they were real or not.

"How is this possible?" Caius asked the room. Aro looked to his friend, Carlisle. Only Carlisle could give a response. The best response he could give. He leaned against the fireplace, arms crossed over his chest. He straightened. "Scientific breakthroughs happen all the time. In medicine, every rule and regulation dealing with human was discovered with breakthroughs. You need to scrub in so that bacteria doesn't get in the patient before surgery. People have medical conditions that we'd have thrown them into asylums for. Yet now they live among us, managing those conditions. You have a cold and you take a couple of pills and recover in a few days. That same cold was deadly when most of us were human. Humans just seemed to create an imprint on it to remember the illness. An immune system. There are conditions that make no sense. Foreign accent syndrome. Someone from Forks could fall and hit their head and for some strange reason, when they wake, they have a speech impediment that sounds like a foreign accent such as a British accent. Some humans, sit up and walk around completely asleep and talk. None of this was understood in eras before. Some considered impossible. Some would laugh at the idea of germ theory if they could see it today. Some would consider the act of the devil." Carlisle looked around the room. "We are among them. We are not explainable. There is no knowledge of how we, vampires, came to be. Yet here we are. We are considered an impossibility yet here we stand and so I can't help but think that there is no reason at all. Just as there are medically unexplained symptoms, there are vampires and now we know that there is a human who does not stay dead. Breakthroughs. So I am fully with you. This sounds absolutely ridiculous. Absolutely impossible. However, I have said the same many times before." "Really?" Bella asked. Carlisle nodded as Caius made a noise at the seemingly stupid question. "I wouldn't have believed you, Bella, if you had told me one hundred years ago that there is a condition that has a patient looking at their own arm and is determined it's not theirs. So much so that they want it removed. Here we are. I've come to believe in this life that very few things are impossible." He replied to her. "We've had them with us before.” Aro finally spoke. “Someone who got us our sustenance. You have too?" Aro asked. Carlisle nodded."My assistant in the 1700's." "Will we back-track them?" Caius asked and Carlisle shook his head making him frown. "They have no memory each time. We couldn't find a clear trail unless we draw attention to ourselves. If we notice, there is a chance the humans will notice that there is a human who looks the same with the same name prior." Marcus rose to a stand. "Perhaps there is no need to fear where they have been." Marcus said quietly. "It seems unnecessary."   Listening to all of this, you finally sighed with exasperation. "For the love of- will someone please tell me what's going on!?" You snapped with exasperation. Carlisle sighed deeply. "I know you." He began. "I know who you are. I know the truth." Fear remained upon your face as confusion grew. "What?" "I've known you longer than you know. I met you before I had in the hospital. You just didn't remember me." Carlisle explained. "Carlisle, what are you talking about?" You asked as a tear ran down your face. "I met you in 1775." Carlisle said hurriedly making you stiffen. "It was in the American Revolution. I was a doctor in the war zone and you were a nurse. You, Hilde and myself. That was when I met Garrett. That's how Garrett knew you. He had met you before." "Carlisle, do you hear yourself?" You said through tears. "I couldn't have been alive in 1775." "Then answer one simple question. Forget that many in this room know you and answer this one simple question. What year were you born?" You inhaled, opening your mouth to answer but suddenly paused. The vampires around the room watched you, waiting for your answer. As time went on, you grew frustrated at your inability to remember something so simple. "H-How is that possible?" You asked shakily. Carlisle shook his head. "I don't know." He said softly, taking a step forward. "I've been trying to understand that answer myself but all I know is that this isn't your first life, (Y/N). I've spent time trying to piece what I could together. All I know is that you don't grow older, you die and then you get up with no prior memory. You have been for a very long time." Carlisle finished as the vampires noticed you tremble. "Let me help you." Carlisle coaxed gently."I'll show you what I’ve found so far. Maybe it'll help." 

More and more people seemed to flock to Carlisle, word had gotten around fast. Each one was introduced. This time, the Denali and Romanian coven had come to meet you. Although none seemed to give any hints as to whether they recognised you.

"I hope you found the place you were looking for." A voice said to you and you jumped. You looked over your shoulder to see Vladimir, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. "What?" You frowned slightly in confusion. "The last time we met. You told me you were looking to be somewhere. Did you ever find it?" He asked with a knowing smirk. He knew your answer just as you did. "I don't know." You said slowly. "We've met before?" "Indeed we have." Vladimir replied. "Twice. You didn't survive the first time but by the second time, you certainly had my attention." 

Life before the Volturi was certainly sweet for Vladimir and the Romanian coven. They, much like the Egyptian coven were treats as Gods to the humans. They would sacrifice their own people to please the coven. The humans were nothing but food and other of those considered lucky or - to the coven- fitting to be slaves. Even the slaves only had limited time. None of the humans were permanent. Your face was one of many. A meaningless face of existence that was gone just as quickly as you had entered. You lasted months as a slave before one of the coven decided you were the next meal. However Vladimir didn't anticipate seeing you again. 

It was 810 A.D. The Romanians had just tried and failed upon their last attempts to regroup and destroy the Volturi. Despite their numbers, despite experience, the Volturi remained and Vladimir had just lost his mate. He along with Stefan had no other choice but to roam and figure out what to do next. Soon enough he found a familiar face doing the same.  Vladimir had no idea how you were alive. Yet in his grief, he couldn't bring himself to ask much questions. Yet when he spoke to you, you seemed to have no recollection of who he was. Had it really been that long? He wasn't sure. Then again, he had forever. For him such a thing didn't matter. Although it seemed as though you did too- or you were just incredibly lucky. 

You seemed dissatisfied and unimpressed with everything around you. You didn't belong here either, he recognised the look all too well. Seeing that you didn't recognise him, he reintroduced himself. You didn't see the harm and gave him your name. However you said something that always stuck out to him after he made a comment of being far from home. "Everywhere I go, I just want to leave." He looked at you. That same dissatisfied look remained. "Are you looking for something?" Vladimir didn't take notice of human business but the question left him before he could decide against it. "Yes. I think I am." You replied, your face twisted in uncertainty. "What are you looking for?" He had never known anyone to have been uncertain they were looking for something yet pursuing it. "I don't know." "Then how will you know if you found it?" Vladimir pressed. "Have you ever felt like you were forgetting something? Something important?" You asked. Vladimir thought momentarily. Forgetting in this life was a gift. An impossible one. You either overlook it or you don't experience it, but you never forget things. Not as an immortal. Not ever. "No. I only wish to forget." Vladimir answered. "Forget what?" It was your turn to ask. "The pain. I lost the love of my life." Vladimir answered. The love of his painfully long life, now. "You have my condolences." You replied softer. Vladimir simply cast you a glance. "Pardon my confusion," Vladimir asked, immediately bring the topic back to you. "but why don't you head home? If you have no knowledge as to what you're looking for then why search for it?" "Well, sir, I don't know where my home is. I can't seem to recall. Perhaps that's what I'm looking for, the place I call home...the people." You frowned, suddenly drowned in your thoughts. As though your sentence caught you off guard. Vladimir's next words brought you back to the world around you. "I wish you luck looking for that place then."  

None of Vladimir's story sounded familiar, yet that was becoming a frequent phenomenon.  Although it was new for Vladimir to have not just met you in one but two lifetimes. All the while you had no idea how either of them ended and before now, that they had ever even existed. "I've been thinking about stuff. Trying to see how much I remember?" You began. Carlisle hummed. "Any luck?" "Nothing concrete but I...I have thoughts, images- brief ones. I'm not sure if they're memories or just images my brain comes up with to fill the void." Carlisle nodded in understanding with a smile. "Would you like to talk about them?" You paused. "I had a husband once." You began slowly. "Many actually but, one of them, one of them come to mind more prominently. I can't remember his face. He meant the world to me." You continued quietly. "We knew each other for years, growing up together. It was practically fate that we were to be married before he left for war. I don't remember his name. Just...just what he'd call me." "Which was?" Carlisle asked lightly. "Sweet-face." You replied, unable to hold back from smiling ever so slightly. 

Later that night. Carlisle approached you with Alec and Jane. "Do you have a moment?" Carlisle asked and you nodded. "Yes." You replied. "Jane and Alec overheard what you had said to me earlier. It stuck with them."  Carlisle explained as Demetri, Felix and Aro moved into the room. "Oh?" You asked. Carlisle nodded. "We were born before 800 A.D." Jane spoke up. "For our human lives, we lived in England. Our father was an Frankish soldier. Our mother an Anglo-Saxon woman." "We're telling you this...." Alec continued on from his sister. "...because our father would call our mother 'sweetface'." "So much so that it rubbed off on Alec." Jane finished. You were silent for a moment. "Do...do you think that I'm your mother?" You asked. The twins stayed silent. "It would match. It could be coincidental but their mother died the night they were changed." Carlisle finished. "Do you recall having children?" "N-No, I-I don't know." You said hurriedly, the shock finally setting in. "I can find out. They might not have blood anymore but they still have DNA. I could look into this." Carlisle began. "Carlisle, slow down. That's extremely unlikely. It could just be a coincidence. For all I know, I can't have children." You turned to the twins. "I'm sorry but I don't want you to get your hopes up over this. Surely I'd have known-" You were interrupted by Demetri. "You did." Everyone turned to him. "You were always looking out for them, caring for the twins as though they were your own but couldn't understand why. Just as the twins always were drawn to you." Your brow furrowed. "What?" You asked. Demetri looked at you with unease and worry. "I asked that this wasn't brought to your attention but it can't be helped. You spent time with us a couple of centuries ago." Your eyes widened. "You made us promise not to say anything, just to say it yourself?" Alec scowled slightly. "You were right. (Y/N) needs to know. It's better that we don't lie." "Why would you lie?" You said shocked by the admission. Demetri looked away without an answer. "(Y/N)...the twins." Carlisle prompted.  With a sigh, you nodded. "Alright. Alright, we can look into it." Your hair was collected, as well as the twins. 

As the radio played softly in background, Demetri's eyes wandered and trailed to you. 'I wouldn't change a thing. I'm so glad, you're back again. I'll never forget you. They said we'd never make it, my sweet joy. Always remember me.' Well that was a kick to the teeth if there ever was one. Was the universe laughing at him? Was it fate? How could a song be so accurate to that very moment? 

Truth be told, now that he had moved on, he wouldn't have changed one second of his time with you. It was temporary but perfect. As much as it hurt, it was nice to see you again. Even if you had no idea who he was. You two would have been a very strange couple. A human and a vampire? Even the thought made him smile in amusement. That was silly. Or at least that's what Demetri had told himself all these years. Demetri could even admit to himself now that he'd never want to forget you. Now that the wounds had mostly healed from losing you, he could really appreciate your time with him and hold it to his heart. He'd always remember you, even if you couldn't do the same.  Truth be told this wasn't the first time he had seen you in this confused and stressed state. He remembered one of the times he knew for certain that his feelings were mutual.

It was an easier time, much more carefree and rewarding when you were around. Demetri took your hand and brought it closer to him upon the desk, interlocking your fingers with his. Your hand was smaller than his and fit perfectly within his. Warmth radiating onto his skin. A piece of him wanted to hold onto your hand forever. However, it seemed too sudden. Too much for you considering all of the confusion you already had in your mind. So instead he'd enjoy the opportunity. You knew how he felt and for that time. That was enough. 

Demetri had captured you in his memory. His perfect memory capturing you just the way you were. Perfectly solidifies in his memory forever. Demetri ran his fingertips along your neck. He felt some of the muscles twitch under his finger upon instinct and even the light thumping of your pulse in the slowest, yet most gentle of touches. You were perfection, if not the closest thing to it. The loveliest thing he had ever seen. It was hard to think you hadn't been around for long. Aro still had no answers as to why your past was such a conundrum but Demetri had begun to wonder why your past was so important. Why not the here and now where you are with him and the future where a piece of him had hoped you'd remain. 

Demetri was brought back to reality. You were gone not long after that and he never expected to see you again. It was either a cruel joke or a painful blessing. He could have loved you. Maybe he did. Perhaps that's why it hurt so much to see you again. This time, you had no recollection of him. The memories of how your hands touched, how you smiled in joy as he twirled you when you danced surrounded by the Volturi guards clapping and smiles. Those memories were meant for him and him alone. He'd keep them locked away safely for you and Demetri. The small piece of forever that simply wasn't meant to be. 

You desperately wanted to remember what Demetri was telling you. Yet it was all brand new. You thought hard, so much so that you were certain a headache would be the least of your worries. Though you wanted to remember. Or at least try. Call it imagination or memory recall, you thought hard and something came to mind. 

There was a laughter, the more you focused on the sound in your head, the more familiar it became. It was yours. Demetri spun you, his attention on you as you danced with him. Heidi behind him, as well as many other guards. Heidi, a name you had only a face to recall but didn’t recall who she was or even a conversation. The picture in your mind meant nothing to you. Although you did believe him. After all, there was no reason why you shouldn't have. It wasn't as though you could recall it at all, never mind differently. 

Although the more you looked at Demetri, the more he refused to meet your gaze and the more time passed, that frustrated you. Dare you even think it, perhaps that was a reason to not believe him. You challenged him before you could even think it through.   "You won't even look at me." You said. "You look at me for a moment and then look away like I broke your heart." Demetri swallowed, unable to meet your eyes momentarily. That wasn't good enough. Not for you. "Was I really so meaningless to you that you can't even look at me, even now?" You asked. "No. You meant more to me than you could imagine." "Then why do you look at me like that?" You asked. "Because whether it be twenty years for two hundred years from now, I'll remember your name but you won't remember mine." His words stunned you into silence. 

It was a painful truth for yourself so you could only try to imagine how painful it would have been for Demetri. Demetri couldn't help but imagine what he had wanted to say after all this time. He let his imagination run wild. He imagined grabbing you by the face, kneeling in front of you as you mirrored him. Both overcome with emotions. Tears spilling from your eyes as you smiled at Demetri. "I have so much...to tell you!" Demetri managed out through his own emotion before the two of you pressed your foreheads together. 

Truth be told when you were gone all Demetri could think was 'oh well that's the end of that.' The thought sounded passive, like he could shrug you off and carry on with his life like you were never there. That wasn't the case. It was a sad thought. Sadness because it ended prematurely. It ended before either of you could say goodbye or even grow into something more. Now that he knew you died after leaving, he wish he never had let you out of those doors. He wished he had fought for you. Even now a piece of him yearned for you to have said that if things were different, you'd have dropped everything and went with him. You never would say those words. You didn't remember him or anything else. It was a different world back then. It was so easy to regret in hindsight. It was so easy to regret in this life. 

Carlisle watched you like a hawk, worried that this was becoming too overwhelming. It was. You felt yourself begin to shut down at all the new information that just didn't seem possible. It was when Carlisle interrupted to check on you that everything came to the surface. "You want to know how I feel?" You asked incredulously. "Angry!" You suddenly yelled. "Hurt! Confused! I have lived countless lives and I don't get to remember any of them!? Not one line!?" You lowered your voice. "Jane and Alec are my children and I lost every little memory I could have had with them. What's the point in living so much if I don't get to keep those memories!?" Tears welled up in your eyes. "I hurt everyone around me because I'll never remember any of them. I'll leave without even knowing I left!" You sobbed. Carlisle looked at you for a moment. "You're right. You're absolutely correct but you are missing the other side to that." This made you pause. "You might have no memory of it but you birthed and raised two children who have survived all this time because of you. You gave them each other. You gave so many people love and commitment. People can only ever ask to know what it's like to be loved and you did that for so many people. You've saved lives, allowed families to reunite and grow. You've done countless good things in the world. You might not be able to remember them and maybe they don't last forever but they happened. You happened and isn't that what's important? To this day, centuries later, you happen again and again and again. Over and over again, never changing and good. There are many in this world who are good people and don't know it. Some might never know but it doesn't change the good in them." 

Demetri shared a similar sentiment when he got you alone that night. "Don't you see? That only makes you all the more special." Demetri said softly. "I couldn't keep you forever. Your children couldn't keep you. Your friends and family. Everyone who ever had the pleasure of knowing you, lost you. Even those who didn't know you, lost you. They lost the opportunity but you didn't die. You see, that's where a lot of the pain comes, (Y/N). Knowing that the one we lost will never return, that such an event cannot be changed. Our pain is no different but you will never know the relief that you aren't dead, (Y/N). You have been so many and done so much and we are merely chapters in your life. Perhaps it's sad that you don't remember us but we'll always remember you. The gift is in knowing you and that so many others will know you one day. The privilege can't be told, only shared with the ones that knew you." Demetri cracked a smile. "Precious jewels never know how beautiful and cherished they are. I believe you to be no different. You won't remember how important you are but that makes no difference." 

You took a few days to gather your thoughts. Demetri's seemed to keep his distance and the past strictly in the past. He knew how difficult this all was, he didn't want to push it further with his own memories of you. Besides there was something more important than all of that. You had been a mother to the twins that they had thought they lost. Meanwhile you never knew they existed. You didn't know the first thing about being a mother, not to mention interfering with their lives. Somehow the knowledge that your children were with Aro as guards made you very uneasy. So you spoke to him when you could get him alone and out of earshot of the twins. 

You turned to Aro. "Thank you for taking care of my children." You began. "Why of course, they're wonderful children." Aro smiled. "I don't doubt that." You replied, not returning the smile. "Although I can't help but feel you have other motivations for them. Even now, my gut tells me that you are not everything you appear to be. Regardless, you took care of my children when I wasn't there. So now I have a favour to ask of you, as their mother." Aro tilted his head. "Oh?" "Take care of them. They look up to you. So I ask that even now, from this day on, please look after them. They are nothing less of magnificent and they've been through so much. Please do not add to that list." "Why of course, my dear." Aro grinned and it made you grow uneasy. His smile seemed so sinister. "They are like my own. A valued asset, I assure you." "They aren't assets, they're people. I understand their use just don't hurt them, don't take advantage." "You have my word, my dear." Aro smiled.

Next, you wanted to speak with the twins and warily, they followed you and then led you to somewhere private. The two looked slightly concerned, neither hopeful for what you had to say to them. You let out a shaky breath staring at the twins before you mumbled to yourself. "How do I do this?" The twins looked back at you, slightly nervous as to what you were about to say. "I just...I wanted to say that I'm sorry." The twins seemed confused and surprised. "I am so sorry that I failed to protect you. I'm sorry that I don't remember you and I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you." Tears began to well up in your eyes. "I always knew I was missing something but couldn't figure out what and to think it was me forgetting my own children-." You covered a sob with your hand, turning away from the slightly. "I should have been there for you, through everything. Yet when you needed me the most. I wasn't and I'm so sorry for that. I'm so sorry that I have failed you." "But you didn't. You were there." You looked at Jane due to her soft remark. "It's difficult to remember but I know you were there. You protected us so many times. So much so that the village-" Jane swallowed hard. "You died for us." Alec said quietly. "After that, it wasn't your fault." Jane continued. "You didn't know and we didn't know about you either. We've been okay ever since. Aro looked after us." You looked at them through teary eyes. "It should have been me." You said quietly. "Look at you two now. You're beautiful. You're more than I could have ever imagined. That much I do know." The twins gazes softened even more. Even now, after everything, they got their mothers approval. "You took care of each other. Even after all these years you two are inseparable." You smiled. "We did promise you that." Alec responded. You took a calming breath. "I find it unbearably sad to have met you now, my own children and to think I'd never recognise you. That I had forgotten I ever had children. Yet I look at you now and I can't help but feel angry at myself." "Don't." Alec said. "Don't blame yourself. This happened to us. You didn't do this to us. The village did." "You experienced pain just as we did. We knew you loved us. We always knew our mother loved us." "I know it's been so long. I know it might be difficult to forgive me." You said softly. "There's nothing to forgive in our eyes." Alec replied. "There never was." "I've forgotten how to be a mother, or if you even need one anymore. I don't know what to do with this. So I will ask you this. Are you happy? In Italy, with the Volturi, are you happy there?" "Yes." Jane replied quietly. You nodded, wiping at tears that threatened to fall with a smile. "I'm glad. You don't know how much of a relief that is. That even with all of this, my son and my daughter ending up being okay in the end." "Maybe one day, you could come to us? Stay with us in the Volturi...we could convince Aro." "I don't think he'd allow that, honey." You said softly. "If you want to see me. I can keep in touch. You can visit me when Aro allows you. If you don't want me in your life... I'll understand. Tell me what you'd like." "We don't want to lose you again." Alec replied.  You smiled slightly. "Then I'll do everything I can to ensure you don't." Before you knew it, Alec hugged you tightly. You cradled the back of his head as you hugged him. "...My son." You whispered, feeling a wave of tears rush over you again. "Mother..." Jane said quietly, as she slowly moved forward. You looked to her, continuing to hold Alec tightly. It seemed as though Jane finally let go and she moved towards you before hugging you. You maneuvered an arm from Alec's back to wrap around Jane. "I'm going to try, okay?" You said through your tears. "I'll try to be the best mother I can be to you." 

After a few days, the Volturi had to leave. The twins left with the promise it wasn't goodbye. It was 'see you later' at the very most and so that’s what you said to them. You would see them later. Months passed and you kept your word. You kept in touch with the twins. However the most recent contact was delayed. They couldn't get a hold of you. 

It took a lot but Carlisle asked that everybody be present at the link that he had sent. For those like the Volturi and the Romanians this meant Carlisle went out of his way to send laptops to them. No one was happy about it sent into one big video call together but all in all were the Cullen's, the Romanians, the Volturi and the Denali. 

After a moment, Carlisle's words made everyone fall silent upon their grumble and snarky comments. "I have news to share with you all." Carlisle appeared to be in his office. However everyone was more focused on how something seemed to be wrong, given Carlisle's expression. It was sympathetic, much like a doctor is trained to be. Precise, clear and having their full attention to their patient. "Precisely five weeks ago, (Y/N) was no longer living with us and had once again returned to their previous home. Three weeks ago, (Y/N) was in a terrible car accident and sustained life threatening injuries to vital organs." Demetri turned his head away, a hand moving to his face. The twins had gone rigid and Aro had his hands on either of their shoulders. Carlisle continued. "After some examination, (Y/N) was immediately moved to our intensive care unit for treatment as doctors attempted to determine if surgery was possible. It was determined that this was not possible and that (Y/N)'s chances of survival were around ten percent if we proceeded with surgery. So that everyone knows, I have had minimum involvement with (Y/N)'s case and have been respectful of previously discussed wishes under the circumstances of severe injury or death. (Y/N) asked that if anything were to happen to them, I would not inform anyone of these circumstances until their state has been fully investigated and final." No one saw Alec take Jane's hand as the two looked at each other in silent conversation. "(Y/N)'s condition did not improve and they sadly passed away on Friday at 3:34pm." Garrett immediately stood up, trying to process the situation. The twins immediately stormed off before two very distinctive, animalistic screams were heard. Carlisle paused for a moment and Felix out a hand on Demetri's shoulder who had since huddled over himself, covering his face. He wasn't prepared to lose you again. You were in his past. So why did he once again feel his heart break in half at this news? "They were transferred to the morgue and as of now their body is considered missing. As of yesterday I have been altering paperwork to have humans assume their body has been transferred on and cover tracks." "So where are they?" Kate asked as she took her mates wrist in attempt to comfort him. "I do not know. They have no memory of any of us. I can only assume they have done as they have done before got up and left." "Thank you for informing us Carlisle." Aro said smoothly. "If you excuse us..." Carlisle nodded.  "That's all I can give you. In the mean time to those I sent devices to...you can simply discard of them or do as you please." 

The twins took matters into their own hands and came to you thanks to the help of Demetri. The twins watched you upon a grass hill. A small breeze rushed by them. it had been ten months. The driver was mortified to discover your body was gone. He was already riddled with guilt. As he should have, in the twins eyes. Another reason to hate humans.

You weren’t certain how you got to the middle of a road in a forest.  Your lack of knowledge frightened you and made you flee the scene. The twins made a plan, the news hurting them more than the two anticipated. They were determined to bring you back to Italy where they could keep you safe. Now that they had arrived and Alec laid eyes upon you, he had second thoughts.  He didn't know if he could bring himself to put you through more anguish than you already had. He recalled your reaction to the confirmation that you were in fact their mother. The guilt you felt for not being around all this time and furthermore, not even remembering your children had upon you. He'd be doing it again. 

When Jane went to move forward, he caught her. "Wait..." "What is it?" She asked, looking to her brother. Alec looked at you. If he said it, his sister would be distressed, but it was almost like saying goodbye, a goodbye he originally never got to give. "We shouldn't. We shouldn't do this." "What!?" Jane demanded in bewilderment. Alec's voice was quiet and showed his best attempt of speaking without emotion but he failed. Of course he failed. He was talking about his mother. One of the people he had loved the most. The one who died trying to protect them. Of course, he'd love nothing more than an eternity with his sister and his mother. He knew exactly what Jane was thinking. It would be the best gift they'd have ever received but for once Alec didn't think of just himself and his sister. He thought about you, his mother. He had seen, first hand, the distress you went through of forgetting. The confusion you were cursed to face with a new life and no understanding as to what led you to that point. He recalled your tears as you remembered crawling out of a morgue. Your pain from forgetting your children. He loved you. He could he not?  So as much as it hurt, he wanted to do what he thought was best for you. Let you live out your lives and let you forget them. To them, you'd always be their mother and nothing could take that from them. Even if you wouldn't remember it. "That is our mother, Alec!" Jane seethed, her eyes darkening. "We don't get another one!" She cried out. "Sister, you've seen the pain our mother had been through remembering. It's a painful process that doesn't need to be anymore painful than it already is. We love our mother and deep down, our mother loves us. Even if they won't remember it. We'd be torturing them if we took them with us, forcing them to know us over and over again. Our mother raised us, it's time. Let them go." Alec said softly, he wished he could cry. If it eased some of the pain, he'd sob to the skies above. Shakily, Jane replied with a quiet growl. "I'm getting our mother. Whether you like it or not!" She stormed off. Alec didn't stop her. He simply watched. He recalled what he thought to had been a memory. There was nothing but hazy colours. Alec simple couldn't remember it. However, since he had heard your voice, it was enough to remind him of something that hit Alec hard as he watched his sister. "You two promise me that, no matter what, you will always look after each other." He could hear the smile in your voice. "Your bond to each other is a gift. A companion for always and forever." We promise. Alec thought. Of course we will. 

You hadn't noticed Jane, even as she stood feet away from you. Slowly she reached out to you, hesitant. Just as her fingertips were inches from your back she recalled your words to her long ago. She was certain she was human when you had said them. "Jane, you and your brother are the strongest people I have ever known. You'll be absolutely fine." Jane couldn't remember what she had to do that made her so frightened, only her mother's encouragement. "What if I need you and you're not there?" "You don't need me, sweet girl. You're braver and more powerful than you know." You could hear the fond smile in your voice. "I'll always need you, you're my mother." She remembered her own response but couldn't agree with it. Alec's previous words still fresh in her mind. The twins had lived with only each other for centuries. They had become more powerful than they could have imagined and all they really needed was each other. Jane didn't need a parent. She had one until the bitter end. Now a vampire who had been around for at least a thousand years, she couldn't really say needed a mother. She thought of all the lives you must have lived since. Some longer or shorter than others. All without Jane and Alec. All without any recollection of the one before or knowledge of the next. Perhaps her brother was right. Perhaps it was enough to simply know that she had one rather than selfishly put their mother through repetitive suffering every time they die and start again. That's already confusing enough. Jane's fingertips hovered an inch away from your back. You still had no idea. Slowly, she lowered her hand. She took two steps back. 

You had a feeling someone was watching you, wanting your attention and that was when you heard a scraping noise on the ground directly behind you. You looked over your shoulder to find nothing. Nothing but the grassy hill behind you. You turned back to the phone you had dug out of your pocket. Was it yours? You didn't remember. However the phone could wait. Now you had to figure out where you were and where you had been before.

#outofhiatus #twilight #reader #volturi #one shot #oneshot #the volturi #breaking dawn covens #the romanian coven #the romanians

[twilight-fieldnotes]

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈   —   ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ

For those who are arriving from VolterranWine, greetings, how lovely it is that some of you have ventured to this place. As mentioned on the other blog, this is the newest child I have birthed on to this hells cape we call home. A place I will use for all my historical takes and whims about Twilight.

In short -

If my brain conjures up an interesting historical anecdote about Twilight that probably does not fit with my writing; it will be posted here.

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𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈   — ᴅᴜʀᴀ ʟᴇx, sᴇᴅ ʟᴇx

Who can we ask questions about? Everyone, no vampire will be ignored on this blog. Though do keep in mind this blog is more for historical and cultural fun and not the self-indulgent and self-insert kind I may answer elsewhere. Here those will be deleted.

Any important rules? I would prefer it if those who follow me here are not minors.

What posts will be on here? For the most part it will be pure text posts, I will reblog images or post something of note if it is beneficial.

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𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈   — ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ

I guess the only thing that is left to say is, welcome, and I hope you have a wonderful time on this blog regardless of how long your stay may be.

#Welcome! #Twilight #Twilight Renaissance #Volturi #Culllens #The Romanians #Egyptian Coven #And everyone else!

[simpfordemetri]

Romanians x shared mate hc?Thanks!

Hi! Sure<3

Gif is not mine credit to the owner

-They were surprised when they find out they have a second chance at love

-But the fact they have to share

-Didn't like it at first,even if they are so close .

-Learns to deal with it.

-They are not the most affectionate persons,they have been without affection for millennials.

-Thats not mean they don't give you love.

-They love to kiss you,it's how they show you how much they love you,literally express their love by kisses.

-I believes these boys never cuddled anyone before you.

-It just wasn't a thing in their times.

-Surprised when you did it.

-But loves it.

-Give you the option to have sex with one of them or both of them.

-Just want to make you feel comfortable.

-They are really experienced and know what they are doing to you.

-Doms.

-Vladimir loves dirty talking and Stefan overstimulation.

-Aftercare🥺

-They are both very good kissers.

-Loves to mess with you.

-They forget you are human always.

-You have to remind them you need to sleep or eat.

-They talk about their first mates and you understand their pain.

-After it they make sure you know you are their priority and the love you.

-Protectives asf.

-They say I love you in their own ways.

-You know you are loved.

I LOVE THEM MY BOIS

#breaking dawn #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight saga #twilight shitposting #twilight headcanon #romanian coven twilight #the romanians #stefan twilight #vladimir twilight

[soracities]

Marin Sorescu, "Getting Used to Your Name" (trans. Gabriela Dragnea) [ID'd]

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #poems #id included #typography #marin sorescu #getting used to your name #romanian lit #m #x #life everlasting

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if Jacob did kill Esme in A Leech in the Rain?

Leech in the Rain by me and @therealvinelle

Interesting question.

Let's dive in.

The Immediate Aftermath

We'll say Jacob hasn't been grievously injured by Esme in the struggle. He's able to burn Esme's body and does his best to double back and cover the scent trail such that Edward won't notice Jacob and Esme having gone off alone together and only Jacob coming back.

This is likely... poorly done but Edward's a bad tracker so he might be bad enough that it works.

Edward returns and Esme's not there, Bella notes that neither she nor Jacob have seen her all day, they think she went out to hunt.

Edward accepts but becomes increasingly agitated by her absence. She could have been kidnapped by the Volturi as Charlie was. She might even have been murdered by them. They have no way of knowing where she is when she didn't take her phone.

Bella hints that Esme may have run off to them of her own free will as she's been acting mighty suspicious recently. That freaks Edward out and he goes on his search, what Bella didn't account for was that his search radius would be enough to find the remains of the pyre.

It's possible it was another vampire, but doubtful given the Cullens and their recruits are the only ones in the area. Odd though is that Edward isn't catching familiar scents. Something has been sprayed everywhere to try to cover the scents so he can't make out any of the Volturi or even Esme's scent very well.

Bella tells him this must have been the Volturi method but even Edward is confused as to why Aro wouldn't take credit. He's in such a state of grief, though, he doesn't think to question it.

Now his family is that much closer to breaking, Esme is gone and Carlisle will return to nothing. The Cullens can't be the Cullens again when one of their number is dead.

Edward enters a deep depression.

The Army Buildup

Now, Vlad and Stefan get a little more time than they did in the fic and things are going relatively well. In the fic, Esme's flight to Volterra immediately gave the information of where Vlad and Stefan were, the army they'd raised (which mostly being new vampires, Demetri couldn't track at the time), and Caius immediately launched an assault and wiped them out to a man (Vlad and Stefan barely escaping, and Bella, Edward, and Renee escaping for Jacob's funeral).

In fact, if they're careful, they can do quite well. They can avoid spies if they refuse to accept any more vampires/don't let them near the troops and purposefully keep themselves out of the way. This is somewhat easy as they're out of the recruiting phase and can have some of the vampires they created patrol the territory to catch anyone attempting to spy.

However, Aro will look at the uptick in violent death in any given area, and even as Vlad and Stefan have the troops spread out they won't be able to send them far enough safely enough (might run into another vampire) to spread the nubmers enough that Aro wouldn't notice.

Likely, what they do, is in order to distract Aro and make sure at least some of his power houess are out of Volterra in time they set Renee loose in some city. "You go buy your body lotion, Glenn Coco!"

They do this with several newborn vampires in several major cities across the United States.

While it blows their cover, as Aro will know they intend to move, Aro will either have to sacrifice a city and his secret or else divide his forces.

What they don't count on, of course, is Bella.

Bella Fucks Up Vlad and Stefan's Groove

The Renee plan is great, except it is Bella's mother, and while for a while it looks like Bella would be glad to be rid of the woman and is scheming to do it herself, then Vlad and Stefan send her off, bon voyage, and Bella freaks out.

They've sent her mother to be murdered by the Volturi.

"You'll save your daughter though," Vlad and Stefan point out, not realizing this makes it worse as Bella's turned on her daughter completely and it's Jacob that wants Renesmee back.

Bella refuses to go to Volterra until they save her mother and Vlad and Stefan (as in the fic) do not know if Bella can use her gift unconsciously (e.g. if they cut off her head and tote around her body, does she still work).

They end up having to kidnap Edward to get Bella to accompany them, as they're certain Bella will at least choose Edward (which she will) but what they don't count on is Bella's unbelievable ability to flip sides when convenient to her.

Bella goes along with it right up until they're at the gates (Bella having to be there as her radius doesn't extend quite far enough, at least she claims, to not be in the battle herself) at which point she drops the shield and offers her services as the enemy has kidnapped Edward and torn off his head. They uh can keep Renesmee and Carlisle, Bella hates them both.

Unfortunately for Bella, Aro doesn't trust her and has her executed.

The army is subsequently wiped out, Vlad and Stefan fleeing for their lives once again, and murdering Edward in a fit of rage in the aftermath.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #leech in the rain #bella swan #anti bella swan #jacob black #anti jacob black #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #vladimir #stefan #the romanians #meta #vinelle #therealvinelle

[richiehugs]

This Romanian cub has got problems. Working part-time as a security guard, he obviously doesn't earn enough money, so he started off a side project on CB. The only problem was his shape.

He has a nice, round fat belly, and weighing around 100 kilos, he is feeling the pressure to hit the gym and grow some muscles. He has a big appetite, and his literal dream is to find a sugarmommy or sugardaddy to soothe his seemingly insatiable appetite.

As he started noticing that quite a few of his viewers don't mind his belly, let alone support paying him extra for a nice, filling meal, he decided to start going with the flow and letting his belly grow.

He is a really nice guy, a good chat, and a hungry mouth.

Everything is shared with consent of the creator. I do not own or claim any right for the footage.

CB/OF: passionalmax

#romanian #chubby #weight gain #passionalmax #bhm #belly

[carovolturi]

It's about the Romanian(then Dacian)coven. What do you think life was when the Volturi was not in power yet? How was life for those who lived under the Romanians? How were the tithes collected? How were the human slaves treated? How were new vampires chosen among human slaves? What did humans thought of them(slaves)? Did humans rebel against them? The virgin sacrifices. Vladimir and Stefan as rulers. The coven dynamics etc. Their thoughts on Aro and his law. I just ask for your humble opinion.🤗

First of all, thank you, kind kind soul, for giving me an ask--I've never gotten one of those!!

Secondly, in response to your question (or series thereof):

I can't imagine life under the Romanians was good. (For humans, at any rate!) Any society founded on slavery and blood tithes sounds like a hard pass to me.

In terms of how human slaves/snacks/future vampires were selected...Unless they had some (better) version of Eleazar to work with, I assume the Romanians had to operate using word of mouth ("There's this girl with red hair in a nearby village who the townspeople say can shoot fire from her fingertips; let's find and change her") or trial and error ("Hmmm, I don't feel like drinking all these humans today, and this one Amuses me...Let's change him and see what happens!") Since vampires weren't a secret in Dacia, there would likely be many humans who, if delivered to the Romanians, begged for mercy and asked to serve them. If they seemed sufficiently sincere and the Romanians were feeling particularly charitable (or in need of a new DoorDash deliverer), they might grant the human's wish. And if they weren't sincere? Well, the deliverer might easily become the delivery. After all, what would the human be able to do about it? Not much, given that Twi-vamps are practically indestructible without modern weapons (and I doubt that even Vladimir and Stefan would get so cocky as to let their human slaves have access to fire...but you never know!) If a human revolt happened, I think it would go so horrifically, legendarily bad for all humans involved that there would not be a second within their lifetime. I don't think any survivors (or their surviving relatives) could necessarily begrudge any vampire- or servant-wannabes after that (even if Vladimir and Stefan certainly didn't make any friends with the human population that way).

Speaking of Vladimir and Stefan...Now seems a good time to transition to discussing them as rulers! Besides the obvious bad stuff (slavery, blood tithes, etc.), we don't know too much about them/their leadership style, canonically speaking. Not canonically speaking... I think they would be like Caius left unchecked. They are big into revenge--certainly in regards to the Volturi, who admittedly did a number on them in every way, shape, and form--but I would hazard a guess they've always had a flair for vengeance, as well as dramatic (and violent) shows of power. They lasted nearly three thousand years (the Twilight Saga Wiki says they were founded 1000 years before the Volturi came into being--which was sometime between 1200-1100 BCE--and the Volturi overthrew them sometime between 400-500 BCE), which likely means they had some terrifyingly good PR among humans and vampires alike. The Wiki also says the Romanians' downfall was due to excessive sparring with rival covens, so they definitely weren't gore-shy. This quality of theirs also makes me think life under the Romanians for vampires might have resembled life under the Southern Vampire-War general Maria, since the Romanians don't seem to have the same penchant for rules that Aro and the Volturi do. This is ultimately why I think they butt heads.

Vladimir and Stefan's preferred interpretation of "Order" is "Command": the unquestioned hierarchy of vampire > human; the simple fact of being so powerful that, as they put it, "[w]hen we ruled, everything came to us" and that their word (but nothing else) was law. Aro's preferred interpretation of "Order" is "Stability" and "Sustainability." Perhaps seeing the dangers of an openly vampire-led civilization left unchecked (human extinction, for one), Aro instead strove to create a world where vampire was openly sovereign over vampire...because as the Earth's apex predator, the greatest threat to vampirekind is itself. Vladimir and Stefan, it appears, scoff at this notion--they seem to think their "honesty" about vampires' existence and vampires' monstrosity is less pretentious and thus superior to the Volturi' "put[ting] on white hats and call[ing] [them]selves 'saints'" as part of what I'd call a "Benevolent Overlord" approach. Or they might just be salty that Aro and his coven beat them at what they did best for millennia.

Either way, speaking as a human, I'm pret-ty glad that the Volturi came out on top!

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I hope that answers all of your questions in a Satisfactory Manner, dear Asker! Please feel free to send me any more Asks, folks; God knows I'm just waiting for an excuse to write about Geeky Stuff. :)

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Vincent Bánsághi - On the banks of the Danube (1910)

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the crows I run into on a field

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