The Demon of Pride
by: Awkward Seductress
Renesmee's POV
His eyes, the entrancing shade of rose petals, stared me down, one of his chocolate eyebrows raised with a smirk on his face. Bodies lay lifeless, their lifeline seeped away from their bodies. Snow was scattered spontaneously in clumps surrounding the bodies that the man in front of me killed without a blink of an eye.
He was a monster, that man. He enjoyed killing people in a quiet manner. He was the sane side, the one who wasn't so open about his sadism. He was also sarcastic, and cocky, and used those two to his bad-boy-image advantage.
But these were all the things that lured me in.
His soft, suave words reassuring happiness, trust, and love. The way my name fell from his lips, that was seduction in itself. The way he held himself, it was like he was the king of the world in his mind. The way he dropped everything, even his blood-related sister, just to be with me… It was phenomenal.
I couldn't deny it anymore. I was already deep enough.
I was in love with one of the Volturi's feared guard members.
The monster pulled me close, his lips pressing forcefully onto mine. The sensual taste of human blood was still on his lips, and I kissed him back fiercely, hungrily.
I was already deep enough.