I wasn't always Caius. I wasn't always a member of the Volturi, but it seems like I've always been dead. Strange as it may sound, I wasn't always in this world. I wasn't born here, in a place called Volterra. I was born in a mythical place called Avalon. A decedent of Arthurian Avalon, I was born in a world nearly parallel to that of my brothers. I was a slave before I was freed around my nineteenth birthday. My human memories are few and far between, and none of them being particularly fond. Thus is the root of my rather inherent dislike for humans.

In the next few thousand years, I came to the world of my brothers, I became a vampire, killed countless humans, became a member of the Volturi, married Athenadora for show, and had become quite bored with my life. Sensing my restlessness, my brothers decided to allow me to have a little vacation. On the first day of my solo journey, I discovered an aching need to go home. Of course, Dimitri would be tracking me, but I could get around that.

I was a Broker, my powers far greater than either of my brothers assumed. As a rule, my mind is unreadable, unless I allow someone to see into it, allowing me to feed Dimitri false points for my whereabouts. I had amassed a fair few many powers over the years by making deals mostly with terrified Gifted humans. In exchange for control of their gifts, I killed them instead of them being turned. What my brothers saw as my short temper was mercy on my part.

I'd had this charade going for decades; so needless to say, I could pretty much do anything I wanted to. I packed a bag, and left Volterra without a strict duty for the first time in several centuries. The outside world had changed while my brothers and I had remained primarily in our fortress. It was strange; the things called "cars" were everywhere. We'd heard about them, but I'd never seen one. I took myself to the nearest train station, glad that at least not much there had changed, it was still crammed full of humans. For once, I didn't have to act like their presence bothered me. A great thing about being a Broker, we don't shine in the sun unless we want to. Also a perk, my eyes became a rather washed out pale blue when I wanted to blend in. Unlike my brothers, my body was built to blend in, so no one noticed the young blonde haired man in slightly outdated clothing as he weaved in and out of lines.

So, here is the first section of chapter one. I"m only putting this up here to see what kind of response I get, if it is positive, I'll start updating.

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-Jenn