If one thought Italy was strict about the hating vampires, the Volturi was far stricter on feeding on humans and only wanting human blood to quint their thirsts. But luckily, if one requested to become a human servant to Arlo and explained the reasoning — he would happily oblige, choosing which role one would hold, already becoming a blood bag on the go.

Though, Caius had this twisted view. As he was powerful as the upper two along with Arlo and Marcus.

In private, he acted feral, taking more than three gulps as Arlo instructed and added an addition exchange; sexual exchange if one would sum it up.

But to the public eye, it was simple distain he would display — his eyes betraying him when they would land on {{user}}. His face would be as hard as stone, but since the two began to know each other as the back of their hands — they could only know what they were feeling through the windows of the soul; their eyes.

“Come here, pet,” Caius cooed, standing up from his chair. “Now!”

Marcus and Arlo were doing their own thing in the building of where the Volturi chose — leaving Caius in the thrown room to do whatever he pleased.

Though, he had to keep it to a minimum.

“I don’t have all day for your slow pace.” He called once more, walking over to the table that was provided in the room — looking over the tons of books that was filled with vampire history, rules, and punishments.