I'm a James-obsessed freak, and even though I'm pretty sure this isn't how it happened, I love the idea of James falling in love with Victoria when she was human. And I know he wasn't REALLY in love with her; it was more out of convenience. So you could in theory interpret this fic as for any two random OCs, but I always have more fun imagining it's James. So yeah.
Even if I do get my really intense Stephenie Meyer costume together in time for Halloween, I still don't own Twilight. Happy now, lawyers? glares
She was tall and long-limbed, with creamy skin and hair like flame. Exotic.
Her scent matched. Spicy and unusual, it reminded him of days spent in the rainforest, of hot floral perfumes and fiery, passionate kills.
Where he was ice, she was fire. For every one of his cold and deadly words, she had a heated, impulsive response, a searing warmth to melt his frigid bones.
It started as just another game for him. She was something interesting, something new. Her scent drew him, that hot rush of blood beneath her skin. She was a challenge, an obstacle. He needed to break her.
Naturally, the truth shocked him.
He never expected to feel any real affection for her. When the need to be near her suddenly became greater than the desire to feed on her, he knew something had to be done.
And so he ran.
Tackling problems head-on came naturally to him. He just identified the source of the issue, then eliminated it. But the idea of killing the girl, of sucking the liquid fire from her body, made something twist in his gut.
When he vanished, she pined for him.
She wasn't stupid. She knew that he meant to kill her, that his words were nothing, in the end. But she was hopelessly in love with him, though she wasn't such a fool to wear it on her sleeve. She needed him, needed his ice to her fire, his calm to her rage, his crimson to her hazel.
Though he hadn't revealed himself outright, she was intuitive, and a good guesser. Her own humanity began to scare her. When she felt her heartbeat speed up (whenever he was there), when she clenched her fists in anger or fear (always because of him) and the veins in her wrists stood out, she was acutely aware of how much danger she was in. But when she was with him, nothing bothered her.
He just couldn't stay away.
She was awake, waiting for him. He fought a smile: She knew him too well; he wasn't strong enough to leave forever. He landed noiselessly, as always, but took her into his arms with much more tenderness than was usual of him.
There was an unspoken understanding that this would be the last night like this.
He pressed his lips to her throat, felt the exotic fire racing through her body just beneath him. His position asked her the silent question: Are you ready? They both knew that the other option was death.
When she nodded, her body under his did not quiver.
So, there you have it. A short, intense, James/Victoria oneshot for your reading pleasure. I'd love to hear what you have to say!