A/N: Hi everyone! I am a fan of Twilight, but don't really like the movies (dodges missiles of unknown substances). HOWEVER, I liked Breaking Dawn Part 2 (which I watched a few days ago). Since then, and I don't know why but I sure am glad, I fell in love with the Aro x Bella pairing. Honestly, Michael Sheen is a-mazing as Aro. So here we go, something I typed up in about 15 minutes...
And yes, my apologies to the readers of my other stories, but I felt like they weren't going anywhere and thus decided to stop writing. Sorry!
Summary: Stuck at a crossroad between the known and the unknown, Bella must make a decision.
Pairings: Aro/Bella
Warnings: None, but I DID modify the dialogue a bit to suit this fanfic. Also, fic is unbeta'd.
Controlled. That was the word that came to me as I watched his marble countenance stretch into a mocking smile, a smile that didn't reach his crimson eyes.
Control was evident in the careful method of which he straightened up from where he sprawled gracefully atop his gilded throne. Control showed in his every deliberate movement as he stepped forward from his perch and greeted me.
Every perfectly enunciated syllable that fell from his icy lips was controlled; every meaningful glance around the room, and every word that he whispered into the stillness of the giant room.
"Be-lla," he drawled smoothly, enunciating the '-lla' with a flick of his tongue.
He rubbed his alabaster hands together in a childish eagerness, the corner of his mouth rising up slightly in a dangerous smirk. He tilted his head gently, slowly roving his piercing gaze across the many vampires gathered.
I shivered slightly as he once again directed that blood-red gaze upon me. Slowly, so utterly slowly, he extended his hand towards me – a gentle order, but a demand nonetheless.
Caught in his eyes like a mouse hypnotised by a snake, I advanced towards his waiting form, anticipation exuding from his powerful figure. Edward's disapproval radiated from behind me, but I was blind to everything apart from the expectant stare that pinned me with its mesmerising quality.
In an eternal moment that lasted a second, I was temporarily granted the gift of clarity.
Behind me stood the Cullens – Edward. So too laid protection and safety. With them, I knew I had nothing to fear; with them, I had comfort and Edward's love.
But in front - a snow-white hand stretched out towards me and a beatific smile upon his calculating face – in front laid the unknown. In front laid the danger and the thrill that accompanied the danger.
In front stood the ancient being who could kill me in less than an instant; who could have me ripped from limb to limb with a flick of his finger or a brief nod. He was Aro, leader of the Volturi, King of the vampires; judge, jury and executioner in one, terrifying combination.
In that brief flash of my life, I knew I had to make a decision.
I hesitated, observing the man in front of me.
Raven black, ebony hair fell pin-straight over his immaculately tailored suit, pulled back and clipped out of the way of his face. The gold pendant inlaid with precious jewels and stones that laid on his chest denoted his monarchical position in the Volturi. His smile widened, a mirth-filled chuckle escaping past his lips, and I looked up once again to his face, a slight flush rising in my cheeks.
Blood-red lips revealed perfect teeth, beneath a strong nose and brow. Wide eyes captivating with their darkening crimson.
I made my decision.
Stepping forward, I placed my hand within his cold grasp.
"La tua cantante."