Woah! Sorry I haven't updated this story in a while! I was typing up one of the sad and depressing chapters of Wings of Hate and Fate (the one when Casey is kidnapped by Lila and how Caius is taking it) and I started to feel down. So then I thought "Hey! Why not type up one of those short stories I promised the very loyal followers of Wings of Love!" And BAM, this chapter is born. I will see you at the bottom!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

Nor do I own this poem...


Short Story 4


I rush down the hall with a folded up piece of paper clenched tightly in my hand. I sprint into the throne room, ignoring the odd looks I get from the newer guard members, and go straight to Caius. "Caius! Do you remember when I was mortal and you woke me up really early that one morning?"

"Calm down," Caius orders. "You are scaring the newly inducted guard members."

"But do you?" I press on.

"Yes," he sighs. "You were complaining about how early it was and I said something along the lines of 'quit your whining and just write a song about it.'"

"That's the one!"

"Let me guess, you finally wrote a song."

"Yep!" I exclaim. "It's actually more of a poem and I want you to hear it."

"Can it wait? I'm in the middle of something," Caius says nodding his head towards the guard.

"No. It can't wait." I cross my arms over my chest stubbornly. "My poem is much more important than…what are you doing?"

"Going over the rules of the Volturi," one of the new guard members says.

"But we are most intrigued by this poem of yours," Aro states. "You may read it to us."

"Are you sure?" Caius questions. "It may not be the best option…"

"Nonsense! I'm sure this will be a lovely poem about seeing your face when she woke up that morning and saw your face looking down at her lovingly."

I stifle a laugh. That prediction is way wrong. "Actually, it isn't about Caius at all. It is about how I felt about morning when I was a mortal in general."

"Well, I sure it will be lovely," Aro says.

I unfold the piece of paper and clear my throat loudly. I turn so I am facing the new guard members and the three leaders, mainly Caius, all at once and begin my poem.

I woke early one morning,

The earth lay cool and still

When suddenly a tiny bird

Appeared on my window sill,

He sang a song so lovely

So carefree and gay,

That slowly all my troubles,

Began to slip away.

He sang of far off places

Of laughter and of fun,

It seemed his very trilling,

Brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath my covers

Crept slowly out of bed,

Then gently shut the window

And crushed his little head

I'm not a morning person

Nobody makes any sound for a long while. The new guard stares at me, their red eyes wide with disbelief that I am one of the Volturi queens. Aro is looking at me like I just suggested that we all go on the vegetarian diet. Marcus has a small smile on his face as he shakes his head slowly.

Then Caius begins to laugh. It is not his cruel "I'm going to kill you laugh", but it was his true laugh. It echoes throughout the silent hall and into my ears. To me, it sounds like all the angels are singing whenever Caius laughs. Caius looks at me and asks, "It took you almost 500 years to write that?"

"What was wrong with it?" I question. "It expressed my feelings towards that morning and what I wanted to do to you back then."

"Crush my little head?"

"Yeah!" I shout. "And kind of want to crush it right now!"

"I thought your poem was excellent, Queen Casey," the one of the guard members says timidly. I turn around to see a young vampire, who can't be more than 13, staring up at me. I point at her and turn my attention back to Caius. "You see…what is your name?"

"Rebecca, ma'am."

"You see, Rebecca liked it!"

"I never said I didn't like it," Caius answers. "It just wasn't good."

"It was an excellent poem," I say defensively. "And is there really a difference?"

"Yes, there is a difference," Caius explains slowly. "For example, I love it when you kiss me, but that doesn't mean you're good at it."

My jaw drops in shock and anger. How dare he say that to me? I raise my arm and smack Caius across the face. The vampires around us gasp. I immediately feel bad when I see Caius holding a hand up to his face. "Oh my god! Are you okay?"

"No!" my husband exclaims. "Why did you just slap me across the face?"

"Because you said I wasn't a good kisser."

"You're an excellent kisser. I was just using that as an example."

"Well you could have told me that before I got offended."

"Don't forget slapped him," Aro adds in.

"I thought you knew," Caius groans. "If I say your poem is good will you leave?"

I think about his offer. Trying to get rid of me, huh Caius? Well, I don't think I want to leave quite yet. "Nah," I respond. "I want to get to know the new guard. So you guys can continue with your induction ceremony thing-y. I will just sit here and watch."

I take a seat at Caius's feet and watch the ceremony. For some reason, I have never actually seen one of these things take place before. Usually, I just see random vampires in guard uniforms roaming the halls. Sometimes, I will ask them who they are, but most of the times I just assume they are new guard members and I go along my merry way. As I watch them recite the Volturi's mission, a thought hits me like a truck. I stand up and exclaim, "I was never inducted into the Volturi!"

"What happened to staying quiet?" Caius asks.

"I said I would sit and watch. Never said anything about being quiet," I point out.

"You became a part of the Volturi when you married Caius and became a queen. You do not need an induction ceremony," Marcus explains.

"Oh." I sit back down and the vampires finish reciting the mission. Aro begins reading the rules of the Volturi. I listen as the group repeats what Aro says out loud in the same boring monotone. These people are like robots. Do they really think we are that boring? I think I will have a little fun. I tap myself into Aro's mind just as he is finishing up the last rule.

"And I promise," Aro says while under my control. "To call Caius 'Sir Blondie' for as long as I serve the Volturi."

"And I promise to call Caius 'Sir Blondie' for as long as I serve the Volturi," the groups says, slightly confused and shocked.

"Then by the power vested in me," I make Aro say. "I now pronounce you members of the Volturi guard!"

I can't hold back my laughter any longer. I let go of Aro's mind and begin cracking up. I can feel Caius's cold glare on me as I struggle to get up. I smile at the guard. "Welcome to the Volturi. Now, if you excuse me, I must leave before Sir Blondie murders me."

I rush out of the throne room before Caius can say anything. Maybe murdering me was a bit of an exaggeration. I know deep down in his heart, Caius could never kill me. The thought of even hurting Caius makes me feel sick to my vampire stomach, though that slap did feel nice, so I know that he could never hurt me. As I leave the throne room in a rush, I hear Marcus say, "And that was Queen Casey for you. Welcome to the Volturi."


Remember, if you want to read Wings of Love through Caius's point of view, feel free to check out Wings of Hate and Fate. I will most likely be updating it today.

QOTU: Do you speak any foreign languages?

I'm currently in French 1. I cannot speak fluent French and Italian like Casey. Nor can I speak Spanish or Russian...