#demitri volturi imagine

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if the cullens wake up (having not slept, obvs) on the moon? Any chance Aro finds out via demitri and suburbs a space program?

Very unlikely.

Aro may find out via Demetri that "uh, hey, we've got vampires in space" and that it's Carlisle. Depending on when this takes place, he wouldn't know about the others (as he presumably hasn't met a vampire recently who has met the Cullens).

If it's after New Moon, Caius just laughs, and toasts to it. Aro is horrified but can't justify budgeting an entire space program to get them out of there, especially in time for them not to starve horrifically.

If it's before Breaking Dawn/Eclipse, when things have gone very south and Aro may reluctantly view this as a horrible but good thing where he no longer has to worry about Bella, then I imagine he gets very interested in Space X and private space corporations.

Getting them out is another problem entirely, and may not be one he feels he can accomplish, given that he'd have to get a manned vehicle to the moon (meaning every human in the world is watching and will have a Volturi vampire face plastered to their screen forever) and then he'd have to surriptitiously revive/remove the dying Cullens from its surface without going over the weight limit on the return flight, and get those out of the shuttle without anyone noticing or dying.

It's a very tall ask and not one Aro can very likely accomplish.

I imagine he sighs and waits for space colonization if it ever takes place and routine flights to the moon become a thing. The Cullens will keep up there, for better or worse.

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[volturicangetit]

D.V/F/V- Old man

Summary: The reader is younger than their mate and is teaching them, slowly, about modern technology and its weird vocabulary.

Request: yes/NO

shout out to @kpopgirlbtssvt for giving me this idea. you’re the best

Warnings:none

Wordcount: 1441

DEMITRI

You thought that being a part of the Volturi would be boring. Everyone is at least a couple of decades older than you are and don't understand half of your vocabulary. The isn't the case though. All of the members have been highly interested in modern culture and ask you daily to give them lessons in social media or pop culture. Especially Demitri, your mate. He asks you to tell him about something new every hour or so, every question different from the previous one.

"What is 'swag' and how does one get it?" Demitri suddenly asks. You are a little baffled by his question. You look around you quickly. You're both standing in the throne room, you're supposed to keep an eye on the kings while they are reading some books and looking into some cases. Marcus looks up at you two. He has also been interested in the 21 century, especially the social media aspect of it.

"Well, it's like, being cool, you know? It's a kind of vibe someone has," you explain. Demitri just looks at you with more confusion. You turn more towards him. "Like, if you look cool, if you look good, I can say. 'Look at him he has swag'. But it's kind of old, no one uses it anymore.".

Demitri nods. "Oh," he says softly. "What do you say now then?". You shrug, looking back over to the kings. "That someone has good vibes.". You point at Aro, leaning closer to Demitri. "Like, he has spooky vibes. Those are good,". Demitri quickly swats your hand down to stop you from pointing. You sometimes still forget how the whole hierarchy in the Volturi works.

"Do I have good vibes?" he asks. You nod. "You have fuck boy vibes, but the good ones.". You can see from the look on his face that he has no clue what you're talking about. "It's...it's good. You're cool.". A smile appears on his face as he puffs his chest out a bit. "I'm cool," he says, now in a lower tone than before. You can't help but laugh at him. The three kings look at you for this. You quickly hold your hands in the air while mumbling some apologies to which they continue their reading.

--

The television in the main room is casting a bright blue light over everyone. Anyone who didn't know you would think that you were just a big group of friends having a movie night while supernatural being would get scared and highly confused at the sight of the Volturi sitting calmly on different couches, wrapped up in blankets trying to pick a movie. Demitri has the remote in his hands. He knows how to use the device the best from the Volturi, except for you. The remote isn't working properly though. He smacks the plastic rectangle against him and a couple of times to get it to work. You sit down next to him, pulling the blanket that is laying over his lap over you and as place a hand over his. "No need to hit the remote, Dinosaur,".

He lets out a huff of annoyance as he hands you the remote. "But it isn't working!" he whisper-shouts. You shake your head before letting it fall against his shoulder. "You didn't even point it at the television," you say as you begin to open up Netflix on the screen. You look over at Aro, it was his turn to pick out a movie. "The vampire assistant," he says with a smile. You could always appreciate his sense of humour. You let out a giggle as you start up the movie.

"You're like an old man, totally incapable of using technology," you whisper in Demitri ear. He gives you a small push while shaking his head. "I am not old,". You shake your head, shifting in your position so you can lay with your head laying in his lap. "You're like 1000 years old! You're very old. I shouldn't even be with you, perv." you say. Demitri shakes his head as his eyes are focussed on the screen. His right hand comes down into your head and starts to play with your hair, feeling the softness of it between his fingers while his nails scratch your scalp softly. "I'm not old," he huffs out a final time before remaining quiet.

--

FELIX

"Yo, fossil!" you yell at your mate. Felix turns around, the annoyed look on his face now replaced with a smile. You take quick steps over to him. "What are you doing there, old man?" you ask. Felix wraps his arms around you as he picks you up in a tight hug. He liked using his strength and height to his advanced. He had just come back from another check-up with the Cullens. Sadly, you weren't allowed to come with him. He placed you down on the ground again but he keeps his arms tightly wrapped around you. "I'm not old," he says. You shake your head, reaching up with one hand to lay your palm against his cheek. He melts into your touch.

"Yeah, you are. You are older than my grandparents. That's grossly old," you say as you wiggle out of his grasp. You grab one of his hands as you pull him along with you while you start to walk towards your shared room. "Yeah, but they were human, little one," he says. You shrug your shoulders.

"I'll stop calling old when you stop calling me that," you say with a huff of annoyance. He shakes his head, pulling you towards him and slinging his arm over your shoulder. "Nope," he says, letting an audible pop out after the 'P'.

You quickly open the door of your room once you reach it. You duck away from under Felix's arm as you run over to the bed, letting yourself fall onto it. "Then prepare to be called old, grandpa,". A disgusted look forms on Felix face as he lays down softly next to you and starts to run his hand over your bare arm. "Call me anything but that," he says. You let out a small laugh. "Okay, will do. Old man.".

--

You are only half-listening to the bickering between Jane and Alec. They are in a heated discussion about god knows what. From time to time, they ask for you're agreement to which you mumble a yes or that you're neutral in the situation. Felix is sitting beside you, one arm wrapped around you as he uses his other to intently stare at the phone screen in his hand. "What's a beefcake?" he asks out of the blue. Alec and Jane stop their conversation as you look at Felix with big eyes. If you could blush, you would. "What?" you ask.

Felix shrugs as he shows you his phone screen. It's a post of his Instagram with a comment under it. "u r a beefcake" it simply says. "Umh, you, I guess," you say as you stutter a little. "Someone ripped,". Felix lets out a little 'oh' as he continues to look at his phone screen.

"Why do they call me daddy?". You remain quiet. How are you supposed to tell this old man, who doesn't even understand modern dating, why people get called daddy? "It's-It's a modern pet name. Yeah, like...sweartheart...but for man". Felix nods. He turns towards you as he lays his phone down on the table in front of him. Thankfully, Jan and Alec pick up their conversation again.

"Why don't you call me daddy?" he asks with a smile. This fucker doesn't even realise what he's talking about. You wiggle out from under his arm, laces your fingers with his instead. "It's um...sexual,". His eyes grow big as he quickly grabs his phone and chucks it to the other side of the room. Thankfully, it lands safely on the rug with a small thud.

He stands up from his seat and let's go over your hand. "That's enough internet for me, I'm going to wash my eyes with holy water really quick," he says with a soft tone. You laugh softly at him. "Wait until he finds out porn," Demitri chimes in. Felix turns around, eyes big. "There's more?!". You nod slowly. Felix quickly walks over to his phone, grabs it and hands it to you. "I don't want to go on the internet anymore, you all are gross,". You shrug and lay his phone down on the table again.

"Whatever old man," you say. Still, with his back to you, he sticks his middle finger up to you. "I'm not old!”.

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[cushionydeer4]

Christmas with the Volturi

Jane and Alec totally make sure  everyone is in the thrown room by 5am so they can start opening gifts 

Demetri and Felix make sure they are slightly tipsy before hand so that they can be a smiley and happy while having to deal with the guard they particularly hate

Hedi forces people to stay in pjs

Aro, Marcus, and Caius all so up slightly later with their wives (I’m in denial that Didyme is dead so she is alive) because they all hand spent the beginning of the day together, opening the presents they had gotten each other

They arrive around 6am to all upper guard members in the thrown room sitting with piles of they’re presents around them

Jane and Alec are supper excited because this holiday is one of their favorites since before they were vampires they didn’t have enough money to celebrate

but anyway the kings arrive with their wives and they get settled into their chairs

Caius gives the go ahead to start opening gifts and then a snow flurry breaks through

There is wrapping paper flung all through the hall, boxes flying to and for and bags being tossed up in the air

ok so now onto gifts

Jane got a beautiful porcelain doll that resembles her

Alec got a guitar 

Demetri got roller blades that way he could roll down the hallways

Felix got a medieval pike (because he collects weapons in my world

Hedi gets a make up pouch for all of her brushes

ok so after presents they all go into the great hall for a “feast”

It’s really just blood in golden goblets

But anyways they all sit around a grand long table and spend the rest of their day sharing all different kinds of stories

and maybe playing cards against humanity

Ok so I know this is a month or so late but, the Christmas sport last up until like February, so it’s fine

#volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi imagine #headcanons #twilight headcanon #volturi headcanon #jane volturi #alec volturi #demitri volturi #felix volturi #spelled at least one of these wrong

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Help! Mr I want to suck your blood (Not an update)

Hello, 

I’m trying to write Mr. I want to suck your blood part 4. Right now I have two ways it can go and I really wanted your opinion. 

Option one. The reader wakes up to an angry Carlisle. He thinks its better if they stop being with each other for a while even though the reader is his blood singer. He believes it would be ‘safer and you could go on living a normal human life.’ This story route would kind of mirror the events that took place with Bella and Edward in new moon. But maybe the reader goes to Italy to seek the help of the Volturi.

Or 

Option two. The reader wakes up and discovers that even though they didn't turn into a Vampire. The bite and the venom in their blood stream has awoke some kind of special abilities that they would have been gifted with had they turned. The Volturi find out that the human has abilities and are worried that f the reader is turned, they would be too powerful as a vampire and see that as a threat.

Let me know what you think, and which option you would rather see played out!

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[chriscullenimagines]

Ivan Vuckovic x Demitri Volturi

#demitri #twilight #twilight saga #twilight vampires #Demitri Volturi #ivan vuckovic #cullen edit #twilight edit #my edits #my edit #edit #volturi imagine #volturi #twilight volturi

[cherryglossie]

Okay so can I request like Demitri Volturi’s headcanon to his sensitive virgin mate liking her thighs touched?

Thank you for your request :)

To you, being a virgin was embarrassing enough, but what was more embarrassing was how sensitive your thighs were

The slightest touch always left chills behind and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving some sort of reaction

Before Demetri, you would just jump if someone touched your thighs

Now that your with him and he is the only that can touch you, you’ve gone from jumping to verbally expressing your surprise

The first time he touched your thigh, you squeaked like a little mouse, which transitions into a moan

Instantly, your face went pink and you almost couldn’t look him in the eyes

Demetri on the other hand, had the biggest grin on his face

“Are you sensitive there, babygirl?”

His teasing makes you whine and you slap his arm

“Stoooop-”

Of course he doesn’t mind and always remembers to caress your thighs any chance he got

One day, he went to glide his hand over your thighs, but you stopped him before he could

He was worried until you looked at him lust-filled eyes

“I want you to touch more than my thighs…”

You giving him the go and telling him that you were ready, threw him in a loop

He looked at you with wide eyes before moving quickly

You two were out in the gardens, but he was quick to pick you up and run off to your shared rooms

That day (because it was actually pretty early) he made you feel things you you couldn’t even imagine

He went slow at first

Kissing, licking, nipping, biting

His hands were everywhere, either caressing your body or taking off a piece of clothing

When he reached further down, his lips found your thighs and you gasped

Liking your sounds and wanting more, he went from kissing to biting, making you squirm on the bed, not knowing if you should grab at his hair or not

But he decides that for you, by pulling your hands towards him

He took his time on your thighs, before going down on you

While his mouth was busy on you, his hands squeezed your thighs and ran his blunt nails down on your skin, leaving slightly red nail marks

Finally, after some more play, you and he were completely naked

You laid on your back, already wore out from the two orgasms you just endured from him using his mouth and fingers, but you were ready for more

Just when you think he is about to enter you, he surprises you by pressing you legs together, letting your thighs squeeze around his hard cock

He began moving and you watch in amazement as he fucks your thighs slowly

You look up at him to see he’s smiling at you

“I have a goddess in my bed. A true woman for me to keep and hold.”

“D-Dem- Oh”

“Yes, my true love to please and cherish. I will forever be whatever you want me to be.”

Was the best thing that’s ever happened to you

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[stumacherstan]

Felix Volturi x playful!Reader Headcanons:

You were also apart of the Volturi and since you weren’t as old as the others, you like to keep the place alive

The masters found it amusing seeing you mimic everyone’s facial expressions and even mocking the way they walked before you turned back to your silly self. “You guys need to liven up a little! Oh wait...”

You and Demitri were chaotic together and is the reason Felix can feel migraines

Felix always tried to reason with you. “Can’t you just take this seriously for once?”

Cue you pouting as you rip the rule breakers head off. “You’re no fun. Jane likes to hear them scream, don’t you Janey?”

“Don’t drag me into this.”

Felix was the strongest guard yet you still managed to bring him down when you tackled him

It just had to be right timing. You had to be swift and quiet.

It’s worked 10% of the time

The other 90% he would just perfectly catch you. “What are you doing Amore?”

“Why can’t you let me have my fun!”

“You act like a child.” With those words being said, he starts carrying you like a baby since “you want to act like a child.”

You have no shame in it. You just get to flaunt that you have a boyfriend who picks you up

Oh? Worm? You’re chubby/fat? Guess what hun. This man wasn’t just a sole suvivor of being a gladiator. He’s also a vampire. Weight has nothing to him. You’re light as a feather to him. Don’t belittle him or yourself like that every again sweaty.

Felix dreads being sent on missions with you. Yes, he loves you very much. However, your playful taunts to the person you two are supposed to hunt down gets you into trouble very quickly.

Yes, you have your own power. However, you like to see protective felix. It brings your unbeating heart joy.

Cue a hurt vampire having to hear a one sided argument on the way back to masters palace. They rather be killed right there than have to hear Felix give you a lecture

You just wave off his little lecture. “I was so having so much Felix! Can’t I have that one thing Amore? You and me hunting down rulebreakers. That’s romantic for me, and you lecturing me for having my fun is ruining the romantic feelings.” You climb up him for a quick second and kiss his cheek.

Quiet mutterings from your mate that you can’t even make out but you know you won.

Since Felix isn’t the PDA type, you always make it your mission to at least have him be suprised when you tried to have display of affection with him

You know he can catch you 90% of time, so when he catches you on your sneak attacks. You beam at him and use a cheesy pick up line. “You’re my pick me up, you always catch me when I need you.” He drops you.

Of the 10% he doesn’t catch you, you always hug him from behind. You like to swiftly climb up to his ear. “I love you!”

Or maybe you’ll kiss his cheek, maybe even his neck and nip at it

You always run before he could react

The neck kissing makes his brain stop for like 2 minutes

Aro loves you. You two get along very well. He’s more of a chaotic force of playful, and it’s more mental and scary... but hey being playful is being playful

He loves seeing your affects on Felix. He makes sure to have you happy here with the Volturi so you don’t try to leave with Felix.

Yes, he loves your personality and how you handle executions. He knows your power over Felix, and Felix is the one of the most important members. So he needs you both.

So you two get to go on little dates so you’re both happy with staying with the Volturi

The dates are always usually at gardens or forests, you get to run around and hide from Felix.

Usually a game of hide and seek is ensued.

He always finds you and swings you around.

The dates are the only time Felix lets his guard down, by a little. He wants you to be happy too so the dates are like the little reminders of dealing with his serious self

You don’t mind that he’s serious. You can only imagine the centuries he’s lived.

Sometimes you guys will sit down on some tree branches that give good shade and he’ll tell you different stories.

That seems to be the only times you’re not running around, you’re just sitting next to him. Head on his arm as you listen. That’s bliss

Felix loves you a lot and couldn’t ask for a better mate. He’s glad you understand why he tends to more scolding on missions with you. He just doesn’t want your playful jaunts be the reason you get hurt.

He knows you can handle yourself, but he just can’t bare th thought of you getting hurt

Felix is your big protective mate and you love him

#nobody has requested for my husband and that makes me sad #twilight #the volturi #felix volturi #felix volturi x reader #felix volturi headcanons #i love him so much #he can like squish my head with his bare hands and my last words will be thank you #i would let him spit in my mouth

[shadowynnn]

la tua cantante | part four |

twilight saga

synopsis: You’re a half-vampire with a past you more than wish you could forget. Your life takes an unsuspecting turn when you travel to Volterra to save your adopted brother and discover you’re the mate of the Volterra leaders.

part three synopsis: Your meeting with the Volturi doesn’t go exactly how you thought it would. 

pairing: Aro, Caius, and Marcus x Reader

words:  3613

a/n : In this series, Aro and Marcu’s physical age will be the same as the books, mid 20′s, and 19-early 20′s respectively, while Caius’s age will be the same as portrayed in the movies, early 20′s.

“Ah, our dear Demitri has returned! And he’s brought us another guest! Wonderful!”

Your eyes quickly transversed the room, not to find the source of the man who had just spoken of your appearance, but to find the source of the intoxicating scent that tickled your nose the moment you entered. It was unlike anything you had ever smelled before and you were unsure how to fully describe it. It was sweet...no, ambrosial, a constant shifting of your favorite fragrances blended together to create something so pleasing you found yourself slightly tizzy. It felt like the sweet aroma had completely wrapped itself around your body and left you blanketed in its warm embrace. The intensity of it all made you feel lightheaded and dizzy causing you to reach out and grab hold of the nearest person, the man who had led you here-Demitiri as you know learned-to keep yourself from collapsing.

You fought to keep your head clear but each breath you took sent a new wave of pleasure coursing through your body and you struggled to wrap your head around anything which didn’t focus entirely on it. You faintly wondered what could be the cause of the heavenly smell, and why no one else seemed to be affected the way you were by it when your eyes latched onto the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on.

His back had been turned to you, but the moment he spun around to face you, you felt your breath leave your lungs as complete wonder overtook you. The man’s own eyes, first filled with haughty confidence, soon widened in a similar manner of your own expression.

Something was said, not by the man whom you had been staring at, but rather another. It took much effort, but you forced yourself to tear your gaze from the first man to find an equally beautiful man staring at her in a similar manner as the one before. While the first had hair as dark as night, the second’s was a bright, white blond. 

You had been so hypnotized by the first man that you had not caught what the blond had said and sincerely hoped he had not been speaking to you and cause you to make a fool of yourself in front of them. Thankfully you were spared any embarrassment when a reply came from another.

“It seems our predictions were right.” You were once again forced to tear your eyes away from the second unnaturally attractive man to find yet another, causing you to blink your eyes several times in utter disbelief. “She’s tied to each of us.”

You didn’t quite know what to do or think as your eyes kept gliding from one man to the next and then back again. You had managed to catch what the third had said, but the words didn’t make much sense to you. What did he mean you were tied to each of them? If they were even talking about you, that is. But you couldn’t take much time to wonder as your mind and body were too busy dealing with your burning desire to touch them, to be near them.

You shook your head, completely shocked with yourself and the thoughts and desires taking over your body. This wasn’t like you. This wasn’t like you at all.

All fears and signs of panic which had filled you throughout the past hours had left your body the moment you stepped through the door. Every single negative thought you had had at one point during these past few days completely disappeared. It all became unimportant. Instead, you felt tingles of warmth and pleasure flood through your body, all the way down to your toes. Your brain felt a tad foggy, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. For the first time in a long, long time you found yourself feeling completely and utterly...content.

You didn’t realize the third man had been moving towards you until you felt a cold hand gently brush the hair that had fallen into your face back behind your ear as if to get a better look at your face. You looked up at him, lips slightly parted in surprise, but you did nothing to remove the hand which lingered against your skin. His physical age looked to be the youngest of the three, most likely the closest to yours. Long, brown locks framed a face which seemed to be sculpted from the gods, and his eyes, god, his eyes although a deep red, captivated your entire being and you didn’t know if you would ever find your way out of them. They seemed to hold a deep knowledge which well surpassed his young appearance and you longed for him to share it with you.

“Amore mio,” You shivered in what you could only assume was delight as the man ran his knuckle along her jawline. You didn’t know what he had just said to you, but the way he said it made your heart flutter. “it is you.”

You were completely entranced with the man, your eyes never leaving his own as you allowed him to gently lead you further into the crowd of people and towards the other two. His touch was like electricity against your skin, the longer it lingered, the more you wanted it, no, needed it, and before you could stop yourself, your mind began to race with all the wild things you wanted him to do to you.

Your attention was soon stolen as another hand, one which sent very similar feelings soaring through your body, cupped your chin in order to pull your gaze in his direction. Your eyes were met with the blond. He was the tallest of the three, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones. He faintly reminded you of the German gladiators who fought during the Roman Empire and the want to see the strong muscles which were sure to be lining his body under his clothes hit you hard and sent your cheeks aflame.

“At long last, you have found your way to us, mia dea.” The blond purred in your ear and you suddenly found it very hard to concentrate on anything except for the lips which ever so softly brushed against your ear.

Dead. 

I must be dead.

The man who was bringing me to the Volturi must have killed me on our way there and I have arrived here, instead, my own personal heaven.

You could think of no other explanation as to what was happening than the fact you must be dead in an alleyway somewhere and moved on to the afterlife. It was the only solution as to what you were seeing and feeling at the moment. No other idea made as much sense in your eyes.

“(F/N).”

Your attention went swiftly towards the voice who made your name sound like the most beautiful word in the world. You found the first man who had captured your attention when you had walked in the room but had held back unlike the other two. A soft, timid smile tugged at your lips as you saw him looking at you with a bright smile as he took in your entire being, not with eyes full of bloodlust, but as though you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.

“You are even more beautiful in person than I imagined.”

He took a step closer as he saw your sole attention was on him once again and you felt your face heat up at his words. The only coherent thought running through your head was that this gorgeous man had just called you beautiful.

“Who are you?” You asked when you realized you didn’t know his or the others’ names and found yourself upset at the upper hand they had on you. 

Wow, (F/N), real classy. You don’t even know these men’s names yet you’re throwing yourself at them like some cheap whore. Get your head out of your ass and stop acting like some lovesick puppy!

But try as you might, you were putty in each of their hands. You longed for the feeling of contentment and safety which came from their sweet scents and gentle caresses. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in such a long time and the feeling of being wanted was more than you thought you would be able to take.

“I am Aro,” The one who had spoken your name earlier replied before motioning to the brunet who had removed his hand from your back but kept close to you. “This is Marcus and Caius.” Aro then added as he motioned to the blond.

You froze as your brain registered the names which were just spoken to you. The panic which had disappeared the moment you had stepped in the room immediately resurfaced as you realized just who you had been lusting after. Your eyes widened with disbelief and shock. These three beautiful men were the leaders of the Volturi and you had just made a complete fool of yourself by practically throwing yourself at their feet. It had to have been some sort of trap they had planted to catch you off guard before using you for your blood just as he had before.

You were at a loss of words and didn’t have a clue as to what had just happened. You needed to clear your head, but every breath you took enwrapped you in their glorious scent and left your brain all warm and fuzzy. You needed to find a way to clear it before you got all wrapped up in their trap again.

With what took extreme effort, you stepped back quickly from all three of them, eyes wide with confusion as they flitted from one man to the next. Your hands, though shaking, wrapped around your neck in an attempt to protect yourself. You would not let another vampire take advantage of you in the same way as he had. You would never let it happen again as long as you could help it. You would rather die.

But these men weren’t even just ordinary vampires. They were the leaders of the Volturi, the vampires which struck fear inside each and every creature’s heart. These were the men whom everyone had warned you to stay very far away from. These men weren’t like him at all. These men made him look like a puppy.

You ignored the sad frown which crossed Aro’s face as you tore yourself from Caius’s touch and continued to back away from them. Caius let out a low growl when you forced yourself away from him, causing you to flinch involuntarily. Whether they were truly upset by your actions or if it were all just an act, you didn’t have a clue.

You needed to get out of here, go somewhere where you could clear your head and get away from their intoxicating scent. Your eyes scanned the room in an attempt to find a way out, but there seemed to be no escape. When your back reached the wall, you began to truly panic. You were trapped.

As you continued to eagerly search for an escape, you eventually found the only people in the room whom you felt a small level of comfort from: Alice and Edward. You wanted to run over to them, but the members of the guard which surrounded them made you keep your distance. One glance at the towering man to Edward’s left was enough for you to see you stood no chance against them. A part of you may have been a vampire, but the other part, your human part, made you vulnerable and weak.

Edward, please, what’s going on?! You screamed at your adoptive brother in your mind as your eyes pleaded with him to explain.

“Please, beloved, I see that you are scared, but you are safe here.” Your eyes moved on their own accord when you heard Aro begin to speak to you. “Not a hair on your head will be harmed, this I can promise you.” His voice sounded so gentle and sincere that you half-believed him.

“(F/N), listen to Aro. He’s telling the truth.”

You spun back around to see it was Edward who had just spoken to you at this time causing your nerves to lessen ever so slightly, yet you were still wary. You trusted Edward with your life. Why would he lie to you now? If he told you, you were safe and the Volturi would not harm you, then it had to be true, hadn’t it?

But then again, that didn’t make any sense at all. Why would the Volturi not wish any harm towards you? That was completely against every story you had ever been told by the Cullens and your father before.

“Give us time to explain, little one,” Marcus spoke, his voice soft and ever so gentle. “All will come to make sense.”

He slowly approached you and as much as you wanted to run away, another part of you yearned desperately for his touch once more. Much to your dismay, this part overruled your instinct to run and you allowed Marcus to approach you. His scent beginning to overwhelm and calm you once again.

Sensing your consent, Marcus slowly lowered your hands from your throat and kissed the top of each, leaving you with reddening cheeks as he gently coaxed you back to the other two.

“I’m sorry to have startled you, angelo mio,” Caius spoke as you neared him and Marcus let go of you to allow Caius to take your small hands in his. The deep sorrow which filled his eyes told you he was telling the truth, though you didn’t understand why. Why would a leader of the Volturi be apologizing to you, a mere half-breed? Despite your confusion on the manner and reasons completely unknown to you, Caius’s sorrow deeply bothered you and you yearned to make his sorrow go away. “Will you forgive me?”

You nodded your head if only to see his frown go away and allowed Caius to pull you closer to him. As his arm wrapped around the small of your back, you found yourself leaning your head against his chest. This action seemed to relax him as much as it relaxed you and you found your eyes fluttering close at the contentment which filled you once more.

As much as you felt like you couldn’t trust Caius, Marcus, or Aro, everything about them told you, you could trust them with your life though you didn’t understand why.

“I know there is much you do not understand, my dear, but to make things easier for you to, I must first find out what you know.” Your eyes opened once more as you heard Aro speaking to you. “With your permission.” He held out his hand for you to take and Caius gently let you go so you could focus on Aro and oblige to his request.

“I don’t understand.” Your brows scrunched up in confusion, slightly embarrassed and frustrated by your ignorance on the matter. “What do you need my permission for?” 

“Much like yourself, I have been given a gift. With a single touch, I have the ability to read one’s thoughts.” Aro lowered his hand as he gently explained the matter to you. You felt slightly better at the smile he sent you when he spoke, it helped you to not feel so stupid over not knowing what was going on. “I want you to understand that I will be able to read every thought you have ever had, however, and not those which are just crossing your mind at the moment like your brother.”

Aro’s explanation made you pause. He would be able to hear every thought you had ever had? This would explain how he knew your name and the fact you had an ability like him as he must have gotten it from Edward’s mind. You didn’t care if he already knew things like that about you, but you didn’t want him to know the other secrets you kept hidden in your mind. You didn’t want Aro to learn about the scars or him for that matter. 

You unconsciously tugged at the ends of your sleeves and pulled your hair around to hide your neck from view. What would he think if he learned of the faint scars scattered across your pale skin, or even about the dark thoughts you had found yourself mulling over at different occasions. How embarrassing would it be when this man who seemed to be sculpted by the gods themselves saw how terribly flawed you really were.

“Please, my dear, it would comfort me to know you willingly gave me your thoughts and I did not force myself upon them.” 

Aro raised his hand once more for you to take and you saw the sad smile upon his face as he gazed down at you. It wasn’t hard to see he truly did not want to hear your thoughts without your consent, but he would do so if you did not comply. Why he was being so gentle with you and cared about your privacy, you didn’t understand, But then again, you didn’t understand much of what was going on at the moment. Perhaps you were just dreaming and would wake up at any moment to find the Volturi were not the beautiful, gentle men before you, but the ones wh everyone had told you of, the ones which caused fear to run down one’s spine.

“You’ll explain everything if I do this, right?” You cocked your head to the side and when Aro told you he would, you sighed. Besides, if this was just a dream like you believed it to be then what harm would come from doing this?

So, against your better judgment, you raised your hand and allowed Aro to take it if only to make him happy. The bright smile which came from him when you obliged to his request gave you much comfort and reassured you that you were doing the right thing.

The moment Aro’s hand made contact with your own made you instantly feel better and you knew you had indeed made the right choice. His touch, very much like the other’s, sent little sparks of electricity running through you. You didn’t want him to just hold your hand but wanted his touch everywhere if only for the feelings it created inside you. It made you feel more alive, but more importantly, it made you feel wanted. One small touch and you were like an addict. You wanted more, no, you needed more.

At seeing the sly smile appear on Aro’s lips, your own face erupted in flames. You had forgotten he could hear every thought which had just run through your hear at the moment and it made you feel all awkward inside knowing that he now knew of the deep desire you held for him and his two brothers.

When his smile slowly faded you didn’t know whether to feel relieved or not. Without having to be told, you knew which parts of your past he had come upon. Certain parts of your past weren’t the most pleasant and your mind had taken a darker turn on more than one occasion. 

“(F/N), my dear, you have nothing at all to be ashamed of.” Aro’s lips curled into a sad smile before he raised the hand he had been holding and softly kissed the top of it. “You are one remarkable, young woman.” You couldn’t keep your whole body from shivering at the contact and the words he spoke, but as much as this seemed to embarrass you, it seemed to please him.

Before you could even rebuke Aro’s statement-there was nothing remarkable or astounding about you-Aro whipped off the black suit jacket he had been wearing and wrapped it around your shoulders. Your eyes instantly widened at his actions and your brain raced to process what had just occurred. Aro, one of the leaders of the Volturi, had just taken off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders.

After stepping foot in the room and being overwhelmed by the scents surrounding you, you had forgotten about your rain-soaked state and the cold biting at your skin. You had forgotten, that is, until now, and was thoroughly embarrassed by the ugly, drenched state you were sure to be in. 

“You’re making some sort of mistake.” You managed to stumble out before removing your hand from Aro’s grasp in order to take off his jacket and hand it back to him before your wet state ruined it. You didn’t know much about fashion, but even you could tell this suit jacket was not something cheaply bought. 

“Stop, my dear, you’re going to freeze yourself.” Aro forced you to stop messing with the jacket around your shoulders before cupping your right cheek in his hand. “You have had several long days and-”

“But you don’t understand!” You interrupted, not at all realizing the repercussions your action would have caused if it were done by someone other than you. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know that you’ve got this all wrong here. There’s-”

Your words stopped and shock overcame your face as the realization of what was happening finally hit you, but it was so preposterous you didn’t know whether to believe it or not. It was highly unbelievable, but it was the only solution that answered nearly everything that had happened since you entered the room.

You were their mate.

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[volturisecretary]

When Demitri is tracking wanted criminal vampires, he lays down traps once he gets to that vampires territory/hideout in case they try to flee in the direction of areas he already searched. The traps he uses are special bear traps made with the strongest metals on earth and many sharp deadly fangs of children of the moon. Even if the wanted vampire escapes the trap they're going nowhere fast on a badly injured leg. Demitri always gets his perpetrators.

I love this headcanon, anon!

It makes sense to me that the Volturi would utilize weapons in this way for a couple of different reasons. For one, I don’t think many vampires are aware of the existence (or past existence?) of Children of the Moon (CotM). Meaning, the “average” vampire may not be aware of the affect CotM venom has on their regeneration abilities. Additionally, I don’t think many vampires would expect something like a bear trap being used against them. I’d imagine that vampires tend to overestimate how durable they are and would be catch off guard that these sort of weapons could hurt them so severely.

I also think Demetri is all about the ~aesthetic and drama, and probably would walk after his target rather than run if they began to flee (in a similar fashion to Mr. X if you are familiar with Resident Evil 2). The poor criminal vampire ends up running directly into one of his well-placed bear traps and get apprehended all while Demetri gets to look really cool and menacing. It’s the highlight of his day, probably.

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[volturicangetit]

D.V- Whiplash

Summary: You’re a witch. You meet a couple of vampires in a store but teleport away when one gets a little too close to you. You meet them again on the battle ground. But what happens when you turn out to be a surtain tracker’s mate?

Request: Yes/no Anon:Hi! Can I please request a Demetri x witch! reader where she meets Dem & Felix when they're on a mission. Y/n saves Dem & Felix. Y/n + Dem make eye contact, he knows they're mates. He tries to tell her, but she gets scared & teleports away (becoming like a game to both of them, also frustrating to Dem). The Cullen's ask Y/n to be a witness when the Volturi come for Renesmee. Dem + Y/n can't keep their eyes off each other, longing for each other's touch & presence. Marcus tells Aro Y/n&Dem are mates

A/N: I changed it a bit, oops. Also, sorry for beign gone. I had writes block. Double oops.

Warings: none

Wordcount: 1386

You didn't like being around people, hence why you've been a nomad for the past few years. While vampires can quite easily blend in with people, witches like yourself can't. Sometimes your powers are hard to control. Emotions can make you lose control so one anger outburst could blow your cover. After you lost you accidentally your old friend's house on fire, you left town. You packed up your stuff and started to travel around. You've been mostly staying in forests. The closeness to nature has given you more control and peace. Still, you had to go to a town once a week to get some groceries and necessities.

You take your time to browse through the selves. Looking carefully at each item before deciding whether or not you need it. Luckily, you are the only one in the store except for the employees so you can take your sweet time shopping. The ding of the bell hanging above the door alerts you that others have entered the store. Shit. You place the can of bean you're holding in your cart before starting to walk over to the till. You hear footsteps coming from your left. Apparently, a group has entered the store. You quickly glance over to the people. All have dark eyes that scream 'contact lenses'. Their skin looks hard as a diamond and flawlessly smooth. Vampires. One of the men glances up at you. Blond hair sits in perfect tuffs on top of his head. A dark hoodie and a pair of overwashed jeans adorn his body. A warm wave of emotions washes over you.

Your heart skips a couple of beats and breathing all of a sudden becomes a difficult task. The man lets out a gasp before walking over to you with quick steps. You try to back up but your back quickly hits a shelf behind you. "You're...You're..." the man says, stumbling over his words. He grabs a hold of your arms. You shake your head as you try to push him off you. Your body yearns for his touch but your mind screams for him to go away. "You're my...". You close your eyes as if that will make him go away. A mental war between staying with him and running away as fast as you can goes on in your heads. Your powers make the decision for you and all of a sudden, you teleport away from the man and into the forest.

The man is left standing in the store, his hands still in the air from where he was touching you. He looks around confused. "You're my mate," he mutters out to the empty air in front of him.

____

You had left the country. Leaving everything behind and running to the United States. You're too scared to see that man again although he has appeared in all your dreams ever since then. A part of you yearns for him. It screams out and begs you to search for him but the logical part of you knows to stay hidden. However, you're hiding had to come to an end. You had received a letter from an old friend of yours, Carlisle, asking you to be his witness. You agreed within a heartbeat, he had saved your life on multiple occasions. A car pulling up in front of you pulls you out of your thoughts. The passenger door opens and you quickly jump into the car, pulling the door shut behind you and putting in your safety belt. You look over at the driver. Emmett. You pull him in for a hug.

"Long time no see," he says before letting go of you and driving off. You nod. You lean back into your seat. "You know how it is. I can't just go out and live amongst humans as you guys do," you say. Emmett nods. The drive over to the Cullen's house is just a little shorter than an hour. You slept the whole way. Emmett opens your door for you as you take slow steps out of the car. Your mind is still clouded by sleep. The front door flies over and Carlisle steps out of the building. He runs over to you and pulls you into a surprisingly gentle hug.

"I missed you," He mumbles against your shoulder. You nod and pull him closer to you. "Missed you too," you say before letting him go. "So, you're a grandpa now. That's cool.". He nods and flashes you a bright smile. He points towards the porch where the Cullen family has now gathered on. You look over at the child standing next to Bella and Edward. You take slow steps over to her. You crouch down in front of her so that you're now on her eye level. "I'm Y/n.".

"Renesmee," she says. You smile at the name. Renesmee lifts her hand and places it on your cheek. Memories flood your mind. Her birth. Bella laying in bed. Bella dying. Renesmee laying in Rosalie's arms. All of it. You let out a gasp as you pack away and out of her touch. "She's human," you mutter out. Bella nods. "How?".

"She was born when I was still human," Bella says. Her voice is careful and soft. You can't help but smile. "Amazing," you say. Bella smiles back at you. You turn around and look at Carlisle. You walk away from Renesmee and towards him.

"Will you be our witness?" he asks. You nod. "Of course,".

Scary. The Volturi are scary, weird and you don't like them a single bit. Especially Aro. The nasty man makes you want to rip out your eyes. The disgusting smile that's always present on his lips makes you feel nauseous. "I don't like 'em," you whisper to Esmee who's standing next to you. She smiles gently. You look over the rest of the Volturi. Men with long hair. Women who look like they can kill someone with on hand behind their back. The man. Your heart stops for a second. Your mouth becomes dry as you lock eyes with him. You want to run towards him. Hug him, kiss him, run away from him. Everything at the same time. Edward gasps as he grabs your arm and pulls you behind him.

A brunette man whispers something in Aro's ear. A happy smile spreads over his lips. "Demitri," he says. So the man has a name. "It looks like you've found your mate.". No. No, no, no. Anything but that. Why did you have to be a vampire mate? You shake your head as you back away from the man. Your eyes are still locked with his. You can't seem to take your eyes off him. The man opens and closes his mouth a couple of times but is unable to form words. The man runs over to you and is standing in front of you in a flash.

"I'm Demitri," he says. His English accent makes your stomach fill with butterflies. You let out an uncontrollable giggle before clasping your hand over your mouth. A smile spreads over Demitri's lips. "I-I'm Y/n," you say softly. Demitri's heart fills with warmth. "A beautiful name," he says. You nod.

"R-Renesmee is human," you say. Demitri gets pulled out of his thoughts. The reality of the situation suddenly hits him. You're part of the offending coven. He's supposed to fight you. He glances over his shoulder at Aro. Aro weights out his possibilities. If he chooses to fight the Cullens, he knows that Demitri will be on your side. He can't lose his best tracker. "We won't fight today," Aro announces.

A relieved smile spreads over your lips. Demitri grabs a hold of your hand. A shiver runs through your spine at the feel of his cold skin. "Come to Italy with me," he begs. You nod. Your heart wants to follow him, to be with him forever.  Demitri smiles brightly at you. He nods towards the Volturi. "Come," he says. You nod as you follow behind him and towards the Volturi. All of a sudden, he picks you up and runs off with you in his arms. Everything around you is a blur and you almost get whiplash from the speed at which he's running. Oh god, you're in for a wild ride.

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[fangurk]

Soldier Suitor (Felix Volturi x reader)

Key:

Y/n - Your name          Y/l/n - Your last name

Y/h/c - your hair color   y/s/c - your skin color

Request by @viseryss : I have a request! Could I have a Felix volturi x reader. Rennesmee is now fully grown and Aro has sent Felix and demitri to see her. They don’t know that the reader is there as she’s a vampire recently taken in by the Cullen’s. They walk in and as Felix is scanning the room he sees the reader and a true mate bond is created. Carlisle then gives permission for her to go to volterra. Can you please feature Felix’s thoughts and feelings as it unfolds? Thankyou!

Word Count : 709

(I really tried, sorry if it isn’t how you imagined!)

When Renesmee had finally stopped growing, seven years after her birth, Aro Volturi sent two of his higher guard to see the girl on behalf of the Volturi. The Cullen’s were sitting around and helping their newest member, Y/n, adjust to her new life as an animal eating vampire. 

Alice had seen her running in the woods and had chased her, when the y/h/c female finally stopped and Alice managed to convince the other woman to come with her. Y/n wasn’t adjusting very well but she managed, her and Renesmee had actually become friends so she could control herself enough.

Suddenly Alice froze up and her eyes glazed over, the sudden movement causing Y/n to look up over the top of her book at her adoptive sister with a confused look.

Y/n knew Alice had visions but she had never seen one in action, or known how long they were so she was startled. Alice had seen two things -these made the vision longer- one thing was that Felix and Demetri Volturi were coming and the second was Felix and the newest Cullen.

A smirk came to Alice’s face and Y/n looked up again with a sigh.

“Guys what’s that smirk, I really don’t like that smirk” She whined, placing her book down.

“Felix and Demetri are coming, to check on Renesmee…and they haven’t met Y/n yet” Alice said with a cheerful tint in her amber eyes, Y/n raised an eyebrow at her.

“You say Volturi as in the cruel, evil, murderous family of higher vampires?” The girl responded, her voice scared as she put her book down.

“They won’t hurt you” Bella said in a reassuring voice, placing a hand on the other girl’s shoulder in an attempt to keep her calm. Y/n blew air from her cheeks as she stood up, speeding to place her book back in her room before coming back to her family “I’m sure it’ll be fine”.

The Cullen’s were all waiting around when the knock came, Carlisle went to answered the door as Y/n sat down next to Renesmee. Felix wanted to get it over with, he hated running around for stupid missions such as these. All he wanted to do was see the child, Demetri usually talked to the person in question for details, and be able to go back home to the castle where he could relax.

He simply nodded to Carlisle before Demetri dove into the multitude of questions the three kings told him to ask, Felix sighed and stepped into the Cullen household. He stood there, bored and annoyed, with his arms crossed as his eyes scanned the room. Eventually his eyes landed on an unfamiliar head of y/h/c hair, his eyebrows furrowed when he realized they had added a new member without the Volturi’s knowing.

She must’ve felt his confused stare burning into her skull because she eventually looked up, her dulled red eyes meeting in his. His mouth opened a little, it felt like a physical being had pushed him forward.

She was the most beautiful person he’d ever met, her y/h/c framed her beautiful face perfectly and the light in the room made her y/s/c skin glow slightly. After a minute, her slightly more pigmented lips pulled into a soft smile that literally made him weak in the knees, all he wanted to do was pick her up into his arms and never let her go.

Subconsciously Y/n made her way towards him, her hand extended towards him as she slowly inched forward while seemingly trying to urge herself to move faster. When she was within arm’s reach Felix gently grabbed her arm and pulled her into his chest, indulging himself in her lovely scent as she was his.

Whilst they were drowning in each other’s embrace the two newly mated vampires failed to realize that Demetri had finished his conversation, and that every single pair of eyes was on them.

Carlisle went to say something before Jasper notified him of the pure emotions of love and desire emitting from the both of them.

“Y/n you can go to Volterra” Carlisle said with a small smile as she made a happy noise, still completely engulfed in the man who turned out to be her mate.

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[toffeetaffy]

Beast at My Side [8]

Plucked from the Frost

Darkness. Only darkness.

Then something. A feeling. Small at first, then greater, more urgent. A tugging in my gut. Like the floor falling away, like sinking into space. Black, blacker, blackest. Later, there's a sliver of light. It stretches out across my vision until it's ripping and tearing, sending the shadows haemorrhaging from everywhere at once. It all fades in and out, keeping perfect time with the throbbing in my head. The world feels wet, cold, and blue all-over. Blue sky, blue hands, blue lips. I scrub at my eyes with stinging fingers, useless from the chill, and find myself sitting in a sea of stars. Not stars. Snow. It sparkles in every direction, blinding and white, numbing my legs, soaking my skin. I make three failed attempts at standing before I hear the voice.

"Hello, young thing."

Two cloaked figures, hand-in-hand, stand perfectly still behind me. I do not know which of them spoke, but it is clear that neither is entirely human. The pair are small and strange. Bodies petite, cheeks plump. Remnants of their stolen youth. When I open my mouth to respond, the noisy, uncontrollable chatter of my teeth seems deafening.

"It will freeze... it will die," one says.

"Oh, it will die," the other responds, "but we still have time." Their faces turn back to me, blank, unblinking. "Do you know who we are?"

I shake my head, no.

"Do you know what we are?"

One nod, yes.

The inquirer smiles. She tells me that I may call them Jane and Alec, that they are here on Volturi business. I am that business. "There are laws, young thing. You broke them; you, Carlisle, and his mangy brood."

What exactly does it cost me to know your secret? Alice: brutal and beautiful, I wonder if she saw me here, on my knees. I wonder if she saw me die. Whatever lenience her affiliation with the Volturi affords the Cullen's does not seem to extend to me. They mean to punish me, to snatch away my life like a simple petty theft. At the top of a tree, at the edge of a building, in the hands of a monster I had wished for death. But now, with my palms pressed to my chest, I can feel my brothers heartbeat. I'm sorry, Luc. Sorry that I couldn't save you, sorry that I couldn't save myself.

"Make it quick, make it clean," the boy says.

"No. We make an example. They overstep their bounds. The law is immutable."

My veins begin to itch. My skin heats, sweats. And then my mind is on fire. Everything ceases to exist beyond the cutting, the burning, the constricting; a pain so pure it is beyond imagining. A stream of relentless torment floods my body and saturates my psyche. I can hear myself screaming, feel it tearing up my throat, rushing between gritted teeth. When I am certain I will die, the agony wanes. I breathe. I cry. I fall onto my hands and knees, shaking and shivering, the snow stained pink with blood. And though I would swear to the reality of every slice, every rupture I endured, I can see no visible wounds. Then I taste it. Coppery and foul, blood oozes from my eyes, my nose, my ears. The agony of Jane's gift is unfathomable. This will not be quick. This will not be clean.

Behind her, the boy stands motionless—this is not his crusade, is not his choice—yet there he is, at her heels like a shadow. Now I see them for what they are. Not just demons made of living stone, but family. He will let me die to please her. Somehow, sickeningly, I understand.

I cough into my hands, splatter them with gore all warm and sticky. "I had a brother. I used to follow him everywhere. Until I didn't... until I couldn't. I loved him more than anyone, more than anything. I just wanted him to be happy."

He looks at me. It's the first time I've really felt the weight of his gaze. It is pained, and ancient, and powerful. I am not foolish enough to imagine it may also be merciful but there is something, something when he speaks again. "Return it to its patriarch, or deliver it to our masters. I do not wish to linger here."

"No. What? No!" Her first loss of composure. A naked stutter of fury.

"This is not how it's done," he says, "the law is immutable."

Pacing, clutching, hungry, and hollow. She seethes in silence for one minute, then two. There's a low growl to signal her approach, a guttural sound that vibrates through her lips and struggles to pierce the freezing winds. When I think I have mustered the courage to speak again, she grabs at my collar, gathers it tightly in her fist, and hurls me through the air. Beneath me, the snow glitters like smashed glass; above me, the cloudless sky is blue, then purple, then blue, then black. The descent is fast. Too fast. I drive into the snow with my shoulder, my cheek. There's a sound like a snapping twig, a rush of warmth as I bleed anew. I cannot move. Not an arm, not an inch. Sinking deeper, snow fills my mouth, my nose until it is all I can breathe.

___

I am plucked from the frost, gathered up like a child. The one who carries me has dark skin, blanched a peculiar olive by his undead curse. Deducing what he is is simple enough. The eyes are a giveaway; where Bella's are a ruddy brown, his are as vivid as sour cherries. The cloak across his shoulders is dark and familiar - Volturi. Another. More. Always more. I may never escape them. He seems to find my sobbing and shaking as unwelcome as I do. There is little I can do to halt either. My head lolls to the side and I see another figure, clad in black, forging the path ahead.

Struggling is futile. I try it just the same. And though I doubt he struggles to restrain me, he stops. He places me on the ground in a jumble of limbs. In three deft swipes he removes his cloak, wraps me in it, and has me back in his arms. He tells me to be still. He tells me we are friends.

We travel through the woods. The trees grow thicker and taller, cluster together until we're weaving between them at an entirely human pace. We stop at a cabin. It exists in a clearing so small and perfectly formed that I have no doubt it was created to hide this place from sight. Its log walls are mouldy and grey, the front of it barely wide enough to contain the single door and shuttered window. Inside is as sparse and colourless. The only reprieve - a dimly glowing fire. My captor deposits me there and flees the cabin, leaving me alone with his companion. She turns to me then, and I find myself staring blearily at the face of Alice Cullen.

"I'm sorry, Lena. I know you have a million questions, and I'll answer what I can later, but I can't wait here with you. There's too much... much too much... I'm sorry." She disappears in a blur, desperate to escape the much-too-much blood that drains from my body, soaks the boards beneath me.

Later, there's a tinny little sound like a voice from a radio. It crackles like static in my ears, urges me to open my eyes. I do. Carlisle Cullen—patriarch and protector—kneels before me, probes at my skull with practised hands. He removes my clothes, strips me down to my underwear with less regard for my pride than my health, and begins. There are needles to numb and stitches to bind. Limbs are stretched, muscles flexed, and tissue tested. When his work is complete I notice the moonlight, pale and silver. The dying of the day.

"How long?"

Though it is barely a question, he intuits my meaning well enough. The tinny fizz of his voice grows thicker, more real. "You went missing yesterday. Alice and Demitri found you."

He spends some time helping me dress. The clothes, he tells me, Bella picked from my bag. The largest, warmest things she could find. I fumble with the laces of my boots, my discoloured fingertips struggling to comply. This task he completes for me too, before guiding my hands into a bowl of water warmed on the hearth. He gathers up the bloodied gauze and cotton, pitches them into the fire. Then, my clothes. I want weep and wail, to thrash about, but all I do is stare. My dead brothers sweatshirt smoulders, then sparks. Soon it will be gone. Ash and dust like he will be. The patriarch leaves me alone with my thoughts, my pain, my burnt and blistered skin.

When the mess of my mortality is squared away, his family arrives. Bella rubs at my hair with a damp cloth while Edward stares through narrowed eyes. It's a familiar expression. He picks my brain clean, pinches his face in displeasure. Jasper and Alice chatter softly. The only evidence of this exchange are quivering lips and hurried glances. She smiles at me, small and lovely, with a hint of condescension. He does not meet my gaze. I've never seen a thing more captivating than the two of them. She's a jar of starlight, he's a ray of golden sun. Together they are heaven. Last is Demitri, the Volturi who calls himself my friend. I track the line of his body—curved and lean—to find his hand entwined with Alice's. There is no great mystery as to what brings him here. It is love. As clear on his face as the moon in the sky.

Alice tells me she is sorry. She stutters and stammers in her human affectation. This guise is just one of many - a soft and humble skin to make me feel bigger, feel braver. And I do. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't see- Don't know how I missed it." She kneels before me, hardly deterred by my conspicuous flinch. "You don't have to worry about Jane anymore."

"She's gone?"

As Alice answers 'yes', Jasper responds 'no'.

"We don't know how Jane found out about you," Edward says. "Alice will speak to the Volturi, she'll explain your situation. Whatever decision there is to be made, we still have time."

"My situation?"

The room floods with silence. It comes up to my chin, laps at my lips, threatens to sweep me away. Bella ceases her grooming and stares into the fire. I look at her face, all perfect and pale, and void of pretence. No more holding hands, no more climbing trees, no more laughing until our lungs ache. I am wrecked. I am ravaged. Whatever secret she still keeps could be the one that finally kills me. Though I should have seen it sooner, it is only now that I realise just how unsuited I am to keep her company. I am a gentle heart, wrapped in the softest skin, far too fragile for games such as these.

"Fine. But why not just kill me? Why drag me all the way out to... wherever the hell we are?"

"Too close to home," she says, "we're not her only enemies out here. She can't afford to get caught by the pack."

The pack. I think of Jacob—the boy, the wolf, the warrior—trying so hard to warn me from danger. He was right. Bella can't fix me, can't save me. She can barely keep me alive. "Should I- I mean- Is it too late for me to just drive home and pretend I don't know about any of this?"

"Could you?" The doctor asks.

I want to say yes; make the word like a box and stuff my concerns inside. But a lie like that is a considerable burden. My heart is heavy enough. Any lingering doubt dissipates as Edward and I respond in unison, "no."

They chatter on around me in a storm of words loud enough to hear, but too quick to comprehend. There is an itch under my skin. The smeary irritation of being spoken about and not spoken to. Wobbling lips, tapping tongues. These six strange things cast their shadows, roll their dice, decide my fate, and only one will look at me. Jasper. He approaches the fire. He stares at the odorous remains of my oversized sweatshirt as though it means something more than it does. For me, it is an ending. The bloody resolution of a weeks long nightmare. For him, it is Saturday.

He takes my hands in his. It is not a romantic gesture, it is not comfort or companionship. It feels dutiful, the way he examines my hands, the way he dries them gently and binds them loosely. But there is something intimate in his gaze. As though he stares in to the centre of me until he sees the light inside. The astronomical light that flares and burns, that heats my chest with each press of his skin to mine. But it isn't real. It can't be. No blush on my cheek or swell in my chest should survive his brutal past. My fragile skin and feeble bones barely survive his present. I was a fool to build a heart of twigs - too easy to burn, too easy to break. More foolish still to give it to him, to set the thing ablaze.

"I'll fix this," he says.

If Jasper says more aloud, I do not hear it. Edward argues against something unspoken, and suddenly the silent creatures are loud and livid. The noise of it is like a kick in the teeth, like a slap in the face. No more secretive whispers, no more furtive glances. Whatever information Edward has stolen from Jasper's mind, he does not care for it. But no one does, it seems. Their voices overlap, winding together like an ocean of sound until I am fully submerged in it. When I've finally had enough of their sniping and scoffing, I leave. They let me.

My nose burns and my eyes water. I feel small, and empty, and tired. So terribly tired. The towering trees and sparkling sky paint a mockingly beautiful landscape, but I have little time to enjoy it before the cabin door opens and Bella follows me outside. She doesn't tell me why they argue, and I am too cowardly to ask. Even if I wished to be, I cannot be like Bella. Keeping the company of monsters will not make me capable, will not make me courageous. It will make me dead. These creatures are violent, their desires are dark. I would not trade my bleeding heart or my racing pulse to live forever, made of stone. No, even if I wished to be, I cannot be like Bella.

Breathe, she tells me, before hoisting me onto her back. I fold my arms over her shoulders, wrap my legs around her waist. It feels like so long since she taught me to fly, so long since we scaled a tree and imagined a new world. The thought makes me cry. Just a little. Because even though I want to be ready, I know that it is still too soon to fly, to climb. It is still too soon to heal.

She cuts through the air like a knife. The path she carves is narrow and light, twisting further away from her angry family, the mouldy cabin, and my blood-drenched clothes. I see their cars in the distance. Three of them, covered in snow. Bella sets me down and takes my face in her hands. There's a crease in her brow—an ugly furrow through her pristine skin. She scrutinises me like a stag in her sights. And then, she backs away. It's slow, palms forward as though she expects me to raise my hooves and lunge. She's doing something stupid. Something she'll regret. I don't have time to figure out what it is before she is gone, and Jasper stands in her place.

There is something urgent in the way he grips at my arms, my shoulders. He clenches and clings, he squeezes tighter than he knows he should. I know that he won't apologise for his long forgotten life. He knows that I don't regret my judgement of him. This hole we've dug is a curious thing. It is somehow furious and desirous, and no longer recognisable as a petty crush on a pretty boy. We made ourselves strange. We made ourselves cold.

"Would you promise me something?"

It isn't a demand. We both know he has no right to such a thing. I am small and mean, and eager to deny him for nothing more than the taste of power it would bring. But still I say yes, and the lie lingers on my lips, sticky and sour.

"I'm fixing to do something foolish." He laughs. It isn't a sound he means. But decades of pretending to be human have taught him that it's the perfect place to put a grim chuckle. "And Bella's gonna beg you to stop me. All I need you to promise is that you won't."

Foolish means dangerous. Dangerous for him means deadly for me, and I am neither silly nor lovesick enough to follow him to my death. Not like Bella was. "I won't stop you." My answer seems to satisfy him, and I cannot help but feel like I have passed an unspoken test. "So when... when will I see you again?" I offer him something a little like hope. A trail to follow back to me.

"The very second you wish to."

I suspect he knows that won't be soon.

He lets his hand press against my face. Fingertips trace the curve of my cheek, the slope of my neck, before he presses his mouth to mine. It is delicate work. Slow, cautious, seductive in a way I have never felt before. This is the breadth of his evil, the depth of his darkness. He brazenly plunders willing prey. My cheeks heat, my lips chill. I am the scarcely smothered flame of vulgar human desire.

He doesn't speak another word. But he walks away with my heart between his teeth.

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