WHO IS HE?

The Grand Elders of the Volturi gathered again in their meeting room. A room that exuded a powerful and devilish aura. Though it came from the Grand Elders themselves.

Grand Elders doesn't mean they were too old and had walking sticks to support their movement. They had lived for many Centuries but still, they looked young and agile except their head and Layla who were the youngest.

The ten of them sat on each right and left wing of the chairs as if waiting for someone more superior while the Drudge Vampires refilled each cup, every now and then. It was as if the animal's blood tasted better to them.

Layla's eyes shoned with anticipation as she stared at the curtains for signs. The way it hung delicately from the frame as if dancing from a touch of breeze. She had always liked him even when he kept a distance from her.

Suddenly, her smiles appeared as he appeared from the curtain, bringing a welcome pop of aura in the room. The curtain was a creamy brown, the type that glowed golden