in which Aro Volturi finds his mate in an asylum
where Ivy's touch is lethal to humans.
breaking dawn pt 1- breaking dawn pt 2
book two out of three.
aro volturi x oc
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"I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A CHEF WHEN I WAS A KID," Ivy commented. "But I suck at this." She was in the kitchen of the castle, trying to make something to eat for herself. Tears quickly started pouring from her eyes as she started cutting onions. "Stupid vegetable that makes me cry," she mumbled to herself.
"Is onion even a vegetable?" she asked Aro who was sitting by the dinner table surrounded by papers. Ivy wasn't sure what he was doing but he looked focused on his work.
"Yes, my dear," he responded, quickly turning to look at her before returning his gaze to his papers.
"Well, I hate them," she muttered to herself. "They have to be the invention of the devil because who else thinks about making a vegetable that makes you cry?"
Aro lightly chuckled. "I can hire a chef."
Ivy rolled her eyes at him. "Lame," she sang out. "I want to learn but this stupid person on my phone is explaining things too fast." She pointed her knife toward the new phone she got from Aro. She never had a phone so she had a lot to learn with it but Aro seemed to know his way around the device. Aro had seemed amused at her efforts of learning, saying that she seemed like Caius when he wanted to learn to use his phone when meeting his mate, Daisy.
"Don't twirl the knife like that," he didn't turn to look at her and it bothered her. She wanted his eyes on him all the time.
"Yes, sir," she mumbled and noticed that he froze for a moment after her words but didn't say anything. She grinned at his reaction. "So how old are you anyway?"
"I can't remember the exact year," he replied.
"Are we talking like three hundred years? Nine hundred?" she questioned as she started trying to dice the garlic.
Aro smirked at her. "I was born around 1340-"
"So like-" she started but he interrupted her.
"Around 1340 BC," he corrected and Ivy was sure that her eyes popped from eye sockets.
"Wait? Wait, wait," she giggled. "Math isn't my strong suit but doesn't that make you like three thousand years old?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Old fossil," she giggled.
"Careful, my dear," he said but she could see a hint of a smile on his lips.
Ivy smirked. "What would happen if I threw this garlic at you? Do they repel you?" She asked, remembering old vampire movies she had seen as a child, probably way too early in her life but her mother didn't care what she watched on the TV.
