Imagine Being The Volturi’s Secretary
For My Followers
Signing up for a shady secretary job is one thing but said shady job actually being offered by vampires is another thing.
You’re not a skeptic and you’ve never exactly valued your own life very much so you took the job.
You quickly find out that the Volturi value your life about as much you do.
“Your job here is to organize the schedule, pass messages onto the masters, welcome us as we come in, say farewell as we leave, do anything we ask, and collect the mail. You are not to open any mail you must pass it onto the masters. You are not to interrupt when the doors are closed, and you are not to divulge the secret. You can continue living your life in town but you’ll find you won’t have time to return to your social life. You will call members of the guard sir or ma'am and the three kings master,” the tall beefy guard explains as he leads me through the old castle. His name is Demetri and he seems annoyed at being given the task to play tour guide.
“Yes sir,” you reply. He grunts and leads you to a nice mahogany desk.
“This is your desk,” he says and gestures for you to sit. You nod and sit down at the desk. There’s a set of pens and pencils on the desk in a straight line and a mac computer. You fold your hands and look up politely at your red eyed boss. “You are to be here at seven sharp every morning and you leave at three unless instructed otherwise. You may have days off if you request them a week in advance. Any questions?”
“None sir,” you answer politely and smile. Demetri rolls his eyes and stalks away. Once the blonde vampire no longer watches you scribble down all the rules he said and place them in the top desk drawer.
You may not value your life but you value work ethic.
So begins your first day as the Volturi secretary.
You quickly learn names and abilities of all the guard except who don’t seem that bad at all. Of course they’re all horribly frightening and don’t care for you at all but they aren’t rude.
You’re good at your job and you assure to follow all the rules laid out. Even though your job is easy you never slack off in your free time. To keep busy you start hand making a calendar for the Volturi. Each month has a guard member or two sketched out on it while the three kings stand as the cover.
Your main task is organizing fake tours for Heidi to lead so the Volturi can eat without suspicion being raised. Though the screams haunt your dreams you manage to stop flinching every time a tour comes through.
Other jobs include scheduling trials for vampires who’ve broken laws, planning parties, handing on letters, sending gifts to friends of the Volturi, and anything else that is asked of you. Once you had to learn how to fishtail braid so you could braid Jane’s hair.
Overall you’re not happy, you ever are, but you don’t hate your job. The pay is nice and it keeps you busy.
“(Y/N)!” Jane snaps and you instantly bounce to attention. The blonde vampire is storming up to your desk with a murderous look on her face.
“A trial is scheduled for the day of my and Alec’s birthday!” she hisses. “We were supposed to have a ball.” Jane is furious and looks ready to kill.
“I know it wasn’t you! You keep track of the birthdays ritualistically.” It’s true you have all the birthdays written down and you always plan something if the particular vampire cares about their birthday. “I want to know who told you to put a trial over it!”
Jane is glaring viciously and her hands are clenched.
“Mr Demetri requested it,” you answer calmly.
“I’m going to rip his head off,” she growls. “Thanks.” You’re stunned, none f then has ever shifted blame from you to another member of the guard, and no one has ever said thanks.
“Your welcome but ma'am, is the fault not mine?” you ask curiously.
“It’s not because I know you were ordered explicitly to follow all orders. I also know Demetri is mad because I stole his favorite cloak,” Jane replies curtly and then storms off.
You wonder silently if they’ve started to like you.
“Dear (Y/N) I wonder if you could help me choose a table cloth for Jane and Alec’s party?” Aro inquires with a sickly sweetness. He called you into the throne room for this express reason apparently.
“Yes I can master,” you say and walk forward. Your heels click on the granite floor loudly, too loudly.
“Never wear heels again (Y/N) they are intolerable,” Caius demands.
“Ah but sweet (Y/N) looks so delicious in heels,” Aro muses. “Felix, and Heidi certainly think so.” The referred vamps immediately hiss and scowl. You feel your face heat up in betrayal to your mind.
“How can they stand the sound?” Caius mutters but everyone disregards him.
“Oh hush brother. Now (Y/N) tell me which table cloth is best?”
You choose the red one which pleases Jane and Alec.
On your way out you purposefully take light steps to cushion the sound.
“Aro this girl has been here for months when will we kill her?”
“Caius we also discussed turning her.”
“We always say we’ll turn them but we never do.”
“This one is different.”
“(Y/N) will you come to our party?” Alec asks suddenly appearing behind you. You squeak in surprise and whip around to find Jane and him looking at you expectantly.
“If you request I come then I shall sir. Unless I’m indisposed,” you reply nicely.
“What do you mean? What could possibly make you unavailable. You have nothing to do outside this job,” Jane remarks bluntly.
“Ma'am the only way I would miss your party is if I was dead. In my line of work I understand that my death could occur at any moment.”
Jane and Alec both stare in shock and then a certain emotion you couldn’t figure out.
Before you know it Jane grabs your arm in a bruising grip and roughly pulls you to the throne room.
So it’s finally happening, your death.