L'amore della canzone

[Helena]

The grand ballroom was unoccupied as Helena entered. This was her favorite of all she had seen today in the splendid home of the Volturi. The reason for this was that this room reminded her most of the Opera House. If there was anything she longed for from her human past, it was the world of the Opera.

This room made her feel, if she closed her eyes, she would again hear the sounds of the high heeled evening shoes, that the great ladies wore, clacking up the stairs into the theatre, clasping their programs for tonight's performance. The sounds of the orchestra warming up, the ballet girls putting on their shoes and dipping them in chalk. The sound of her heart impatiently fluttering with nervousness, before her aria. Helena opened her eyes, The great ladies and gentlemen were not there, nor was the orchestra or the ballet girls, and neither was her heart. That had stopped beating quite some time ago. This feeling took her by surprise, it wasn't often that Helena had these nostalgic moments.

She need a distraction. An eloquent grand piano sat in the far corner of the room. The hem of her light cotton dress, flitted about her ankles as she glided toward it. This was definitely the most imposing, the most impressive, grand piano Helena had seen in a very long time.
"Der Flügel" she whispered to herself. This literally translates from German, Helena's mother tongue, as, the wing, though it also can mean a grand piano forte, which is shaped rather like a wing.

She sat at the bench, with erect posture as always, and began to play and sing. "I Puritani", had done nothing for her plot wise, but Bellini had done wonders with the music, Elvira's "Son vergin vezzosa", was one of her favorite arias. It was gentle, calming, and peacefully happy. Because of this the music relied heavily on the singer to breathe life into it, to make it her own.

The music echoed in the room, filling every corner with sound, the piano's harmony and Helena's melody, her voice sounded of the tinkling of silver bells, of pearls dropping off a satin ribbon.

This was indeed, her favorite room.

[Sarai]

(Thought I'd join this one ^^)

Sarai walked with a grace so far from human that it was almost uncanny. There was a strangeness in her, something that made her seem too inhuman, and yet not quite vampire. She was gorgeous, even if she was different, and found quite quickly that she was not the only pretty one living here in Volterra. She had stopped in the grand arc of the ballroom doors, looking down the steps at where a woman sat at the grand piano, singing opera in a voice made to preform. Sarai smiled, the curve on her lips a somewhat rare occurrence.

She loved the piano. It was her passion, and she was rumored to have surpassed her teacher, Aro himself. The music of the piano was something that flowed from her fingers, like writing from a poet's callused, ink-smeared hand. The idea of it was pleasing and playing it was a passion unlike any other. This woman played it well, though nothing could compare to her voice, rising and falling to match each note with a delicate precision. Sarai admired her talent, for she had never had the courage to sing herself. The vampire here was an artist of her own sort, and it was something Sarai had to respect.

The Lady of the Volturi descended the staircase, her pale hand sliding over the marble railing like silk draped on a woman's skin. It seemed that in less than a moment, she was standing at Helena's side and watching her fingers move fluidly over the keys. She recognized the song and new it well. It was lovely piece that she had learned to play long ago...a piece she had not heard in a long while. The sound if the piano's familiar notes along with this vampire's singing made the entire experience comparable to something one would expect in an actual musical...

When the song had come to a close, the ending note hanging with a sweetness that dared those that were tempted to taste it, Sarai's voice spoke out in its same, beautiful be eerie way. Her golden eyes lingered on the lady seated only inches away, her head tilting slightly in question. "You are talented...I am impressed by one with an ability like yours. I appreciate music, and you do it justice. Tell me, what is your name?"

[Helena]

(Thank you, I'm very glad you did!)

It had been a great while since Helena had been able to sing, like this without every eye transfixed upon her. The last note hung in the air in a melancholy sort of fashion. So enrapt in the music was Helena, that she did not notice when an elegant auburn haired woman entered the room.

As the last note faded away, Helena felt the womans' eyes on her back. This woman gave off an inhuman aura, yet her scent was that of human blood. A very sweet scent; what Helena thought, smelt of a mix of Juniper and Dog Rose. This was like no creature she had encountered in her very long life. Perhaps this was one of the famous Volturi, perhaps they would punish her for entering as Helena hadn't asked permission for entry into their city nor their home within the city gates.

"You are talented..." The woman said "I am impressed by one with an ability like yours. I appreciate music, and you do it justice. Tell me, what is your name?" she asked.

Helena turned and stood up from the piano bench. She was garbed in a white, cotton, ankle-length dress, embroidered with small, star-like, Edelweiß flowers about the round neckline. So unlike the formal silk attiree of the woman staring at her.

"I have gone by many names, madame. Though, the name my human parents bestowed upon me was Helena, and I entreat you to call me that." she said in her slightly Received Pronunciation of the English language.
"Who are you?" Helena asked of the strange woman.