Curling silver, smoking lust.

Fogging the minds of both predator and prey as they play a dangerous game of life and death.

Bliss.

Fumbling touches, tantalising groans. Catalysed by the pure pleasure coursing through their veins.

Lust.

Maybe that was the reason why Xander didn't feel the different rivets and texture of the cold stone against his freezing palm as he pressed his partner agianst the surface. Nothing could penetrate the smog of want and need that covered their soles.

Obnoxiously, a screeching soprano sounding laugh crackled through the air like a whip. That sure broke the sex driven haze.

"Alexander, it's been a long time."

Rolling his eyes full of ire, he answered half heartedly over his shoulder, with a tone thickly laced with sickly, sweet sarcasm. Colouring away the flash of shock that lit up his insides like a bloody firework.

How the hell did he end up back here?

"Shame. I'd hoped it'd be longer."

Anger filled him; rage controlled him. Causing his hand to tighten upon his prey's neck, where it has once been placed to caress...Now kill.

" Sorry love, we were having so much fun weren't we." 

Snap.

All over in less than a second.          

Truly fascinating.

Maroon swirls of the finest wine filled Xander's mouth as he took leisurely
gulps from the human's still neck. His alabaster talons securely hooked in the warm flesh so as not for a single drop to spill.

Silence crowded the tense air, which would've only existed for less than a few seconds but made longer and more torturous by Xander's slow pulls upon the flesh.

That'd piss him off.

However, it came to its unavoidable end accompanied by the delicious  aftertaste of death.

Delectable.

The corpse thundered to the stone ground laying as still as a statue. The irony wasn't lost on the bloody male as he to, let out an obnoxious laugh of his own matching the previous with its sinister candour. Stark in similarities but also differences.

Although, unlike the Volturi's leading megalomaniac (although he knows they had many) his sounded like an oncoming storm, a tumultuous tsumani. Beautiful but dangerous.

Just the way he liked it.

Turning idly on his heel, the undead statue turned his meandering gaze to the three statuesque thrones that stood proud on a pedestal of fear.His own throne had looked quite similar back in the day. It had just looked a lot prettier.
There sat three brothers related in nothing except their mirroring craving for power and it showed in the way their eyes glinted with malicious greed upon sighting Alexander. One pair of ruby iris consumed by toxic addiction for treacherous power above others. Ink spilled midnight locks matching his own curling constellation atop his head. God, how he wished he'd never see the likes of him again but he loathed to cower so instead he met his creator head on, with a simple greeting that would seel a painful path he'd wanderd once before for all eternity.

"Hello, caro padre or if you'd prefer, Father."