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Your sister sure knew how to get herself into the most ridiculous, most insane of situations as of the past few months or so. Seething with rage and a healthy dose of fear, you chased after your little sister Bella as she ran through a crowded Italian street.
If you had your way you never would have let her leave the house with her Cullen friend - and you certainly weren’t letting her go to Italy alone for the guy who dumped her and made her spiral into a deep depression. So you left a frantically scrawled note to your father, telling him of what was happening and how you were going after Bella to keep her safe.
The poor man. But you were determined to bring your sister back safe - no vampires were going to get in your way, or so, you hoped.
“Bella!” You cried out, losing your sister in the crowd. Everyone was wearing red cloaks for some reason - not that you cared as to why. You just wanted to find her, get her stupid ex and leave the country.
Finally, you spotted her… running through a fountain?
“Bella what the actual fuck…” you groaned, exasperated. You decided to go around, trying to keep an eye on her as you weaved through the crowd.
Making your way to the opposite side of the fountain, your heart skipped a few beats; you couldn’t see her. I swear she was right here! Where did she go!? You thought frantically. I promised Dad I’d protect her. I can’t find her. God help me, I can’t find her.
A firm grip on your wrist pulled you away from the brink of hyperventilating. Alice lowered her glasses, golden eyes concerned yet focused. “It’s okay, I know where she is.”
Leading you toward a tower with old medieval style doors, without any difficulty Alice broke the lock of the door. “Come now guys, it’s a festival,” she said cheerily, letting go of you to lower her headscarf as she entered.
You followed behind her and saw your little sister, safe. Ignoring your surroundings you rushed over to her, taking her face in your hands and scanning her for any sign of injury or pain. “Bella, Bells are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Y/N,” she replied quickly, gripping onto something white and pale like her life depended on it.
Your eyes traveled up to the face of the boy who’d caused your sister so much grief and who she was currently clinging to. “You,” you snarled, glaring at him.
Edward. Oh, how you grew to despise the copper-haired boy who stole your little sister’s heart. The nights where you’d hear Bella screaming in her sleep, see her sitting on a chair staring blankly out the window, her reckless behaviour… he’d sent her into such a deep depression that you had the following thought on the plane over to Italy; If these Volturi don’t kill him, I sure as hell will find a way.
“Y/N don’t -” Bella began but you ignored her, stepping up so you were inches away from Edward’s face.
“Do you have any idea how much pain you’ve caused her? You broke her you selfish son of a bitch!”
Instinctively, you pulled your fist back without thinking to strike him, but a coldness took your wrist and pulled you back. Ready to argue, you turned to who you thought was Alice only to be shocked when it wasn’t her, but a rather handsome man with eyes the colour of blood.
And holy shit, he was handsome. They weren’t kidding about the whole vampires are so hot they practically blow you away, you thought to yourself feebly, dumbstruck. Blond hair carefully styled yet so soft looking, and a strong jawline and cheekbones that defined his perfectly sculpted face.
“There’s no need for violence, my dear,” his smooth voice made you shiver involuntarily. You couldn’t place his accent but it sounded somewhat British.
“She’s a feisty one,” said a second voice, “I like her.”
He let go of your wrist, and that’s when you finally took in what was happening around you. The rage that clouded your senses as soon as you saw Edward made you unaware that not one but two cloaked vampires, both of whom shared the same red eyes, were in your presence and the soft echoing footfalls down the hallway alerted you to a third vampire.
The third, Jane, began leading your group down a hallway and into an elevator. It was crowded and you tried to remain calm, but a certain blond man stood directly behind you and you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head.
At one point, your little sister whispered to you. “I’m so sorry I brought you into this Y/N.”
“I wish you didn’t jump the gun and run after Sparkles here like you did.” You gestured to Edward who simply ignored you. A deep chuckle came from the taller Volturi guard, and the blond walked ahead of you to join Jane, the two murmuring to each other.
“… I don’t have a response to that,” she barely whispered in reply, eyes downcast. Bella’s lower lip trembled and you tried to hold back a sigh.
Great, now I’ve made her cry. Well done, Y/N. “Hey, we’ll be okay, I promise.” You don’t know that. “Well it could be worse I guess,” you murmured, speaking to both your sister and honestly yourself. You eyed the blond man who was trailing just ahead of you, behind Jane. “Being led to my probable death by an attractive vampire couldn’t be one of the worse ways to go.”
Bella looked at you like you’d grown a second head.
You shrugged, leaning into your sister’s ear. “Just saying, Blondie up front could bite and or top me any day and I’m sure I’d die happy.”
A couple things happened after you confided that thought to Bella. One, she hissed your name in warning but you barely registered that. The second? Said blond man in question quickly looked back at you, made eye contact and winked.
Heat rushed to your face, flooding your cheeks as you stared incredulously. “He could hear that…?” The sound barely escaped your lips. You hadn’t thought much about how heightened a vampire’s senses could be - in fact, you tried not to think about vampires too much in general. Finding out about the supernatural gave you a migraine.
Blondie merely smirked in response, eyes trailing up and down as if to take in your appearance before turning away, leaving you thoroughly flustered.
You were right about the near-death thing. After nearly being drained of life by a gaggle of thirsty vampires, somehow you and Bella made it out alive - with the promise that you were both to be turned into vampires. Of course, Bella agreed, but you? Immortality was terrifying.
“Shh, Bella, it’s okay.”
“I think she’s going into shock. Maybe you should slap her?”
“Alice!”
Sighing, you looked over to Bella, who was currently cuddled up on Edward’s lap, gripping onto him for dear life with a vacant frozen look of horror in her eyes. The Volturi had led in a group of unsuspecting tourists for “lunch” and it affected her. That and the Volturi themselves did just threaten her with imminent death.
You were shaken too but you tried to be brave, for her sake and your own sanity’s sake.
“Pardon me for interrupting,” a familiar smooth voice interrupted your thoughts. Snapping your head up, you locked eyes with none other than Blondie himself. He paid no mind to the others, addressing just you. “May I have a moment of your time?”
“Am I in more trouble?” you deadpanned defensively.
“No. This is more of a… personal matter.” Offering his hand, he gave you a confident, winning smile. “May we speak in private?”
“Demetri…” Edward growled in warning. Locking eyes with you for a brief moment he shook his head in warning.
If you were in your right state of mind you’d probably have heeded his advice. However, today you were tired in many ways possible and Edward was right at the root of it all.
So, you took Demetri’s hand and let him lead you away from your group.
Ending up in what appeared to be a study of some kind a few halls down, you found yourself distracted by the decor; it was old, you didn’t know your history well enough to determine what era or century all the furniture and art were from. But it fit in with the rest of this Italian castle’s aesthetic and architecture.
“So, what was that thing you said earlier that involved me?” The question pulled you back to the present and you stared at Blondie - no, Demetri you remembered - incredulously.
You crossed your arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you fibbed, your attempt at a staunch expression laughable.
Closing the distance between the two of you, you felt Demetri’s hands press themselves against your waist, pushing onto you and making you walk backward until you felt something hit your back. A stray book falling to your feet confirmed that it was a bookshelf. He was so close to you that you could see every little detail of his gorgeous face.
“Don’t play coy with me, love,” his voice was low and sent a jolt of something electric down your spine. “If I remember correctly, you said you wanted me to ‘bite and or top you’, is that correct?”
A shaky breath. “That - that may have been what I said, yeah,” you stammered.
Demetri chuckled quietly, leaning down into the nape of your neck, making you let out a small squeak as he did so. Lips brushing against the skin there, you felt your soul ascend from your body as his tongue swirled almost experimentally in a slow circle. You leaned into him, biting your lip trying to keep a moan back.
If this is how I’m going to die, then dying feels so damn good.
Demetri’s lips moved from your neck to your ear, moving a hand from your waist to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want more of that,” came your husky response. Hands finding some strength, you pushed very gently against his chest till he pulled away. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, time coming to a halt. Raising a hand carefully, watching his expression for any sign of disgust or discomfort, you placed your hand against his cheek.
To your surprise, he didn’t pull away; he leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. “You… are confusing to me.” Opening his eyes again, the red had darkened to a dull almost black shade of red. “I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’ve gone this far already so I might as well not withhold anything.”
He moved the hand that was in your hair to your cheek, mirroring your actions. Instinct taking over your sense of rationality, you kissed him. Gripping your waist tighter, he responded eagerly to your affections, kissing back with an intensity that began to cultivate a certain ache within you.
A low growl sent vibrations down your throat and against your lips, you gasped when Demetri’s hands slid down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up. Locking your legs around his waist, you swore he purred in response to your body’s reaction, moving his lips from yours back to your neck once more. The moans couldn’t be held back anymore and you knew that this only egged him on further.
“I think I’d like to see more of you,” he commented in between kissing your neck.
“Feeling’s mutual,” you replied, tangling your hands in his hair.
The kissing ceased, and to your dismay, Demetri set you down. Seeing your appalled expression, he laughed; the sound brought you out of your lust-fueled mind state, as it was unlike any laughter he’d done previously. This laughter was him. No secret intentions or undertones to it. “As much as I’d really enjoy continuing this, I believe your friends are about ready to head off soon.”
Running a hand through your hair, you breathed deeply to try and calm your wired emotions. “So uh, I guess this is it then, huh?”
Demetri raised an eyebrow. “Whatever do you mean?” Shaking his head, he caressed your face once more. “If you think I’m the ‘fuck you and leave you’ type dear Y/N, you’d be sorely mistaken.” With a wink, he added, “That would be my friend Felix.”
His crass language took you aback. You didn’t expect him to speak so… normally? You assumed with vampires they’d be all formal and old-school with their way of speaking - and in a way yes, you were right. But right now, Demetri wasn’t speaking as formally as his coven mates did.
“So, you actually mean it when you say you want to see more of me?” you questioned him. “As much as I enjoyed… that, I’m not a one-night stand girl.”
“I’m glad to hear it because I don’t intend for this to be a once-only event,” he replied smoothly. You smiled at him as your heart skipped a beat happily. A small smile made it’s way to his face, and he held out his hand once again for you to take. “Come on, I’ll lead you back to the others.”
When you arrived back to the waiting room, Edward and Alice eyed you suspiciously. Oh they know, you sighed internally. Giving Edward a look, you gave him a wee mental note. “I don’t need to explain myself to you. Let’s keep it that way.”
Jaw clenched, he dropped the eye contact to glare at Demetri. “Can we go now?”
Demetri nodded curtly. “Yes, the sun is down now so it’s dark enough for you to take your leave. Gianna will escort you out.” As your group began to follow the human receptionist who trotted over from her desk to lead you away, Demetri called out to you. “I’ll be in touch, Y/N.”
Out of sight from the watchful eyes of the Cullens and Bella’s surprised stare now boring a hole into the back of your head, you winked at him. “You better be,” you replied with a grin, still running off the adrenaline of your earlier make-out session.
The last thing you saw of Demetri was a wide grin of his own before your group turned away.
As the elevator doors closed, your sister rounded onto you. “Y/N, what was that about?” Bella asked.
You turned to look at your little sister; she was exhausted. Running a hand through her hair affectionately, you gave her a calm smile. “Not quite sure yet, but nothing for you to worry about, kiddo. Let’s go home.”