Stephenie Meyer owns any Twilight characters that may appear in this story. The remainder is my original work. Copyright 2011 by BioShock227. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without my express written authorization.

I love horses and twilight so I have decided to mix it up. So many stories out there revolve around a city setting or something along those lines. I have only stumbled along one story that involved horses. So I am going out on a limb with this story. Yes I have deleted my other two stories because really I didn't see myself going anywhere with them. But this story is something I have loads of knowledge on and I would like to share this story with you. I hope I get feed back from people; it would really help me since I am very timid with putting this up. Please enjoy!

"I doubt a softball will step on your foot and break a toe. I don't think a football will run the other way when you call it. I highly doubt your track shoes will buck you out of them. I don't think your tennis racket will stop moving in the middle of a match and refuse to start going again or your golf club will start swinging wildly on its own. I don't know many bicycles that will try to move away or bite you in the butt when you get on. Most "sports" equipment does not weigh 1,000 pounds and have a mind of its own. However, most equipment does not give you the love, companionship, and complete trust that a horse does. Horseback riding not a sport? If you really think about it, horseback riding is the ULTIMATE sport…two minds working as one. Sorry you aren't brave enough to try it."

We moved as one flesh working with flesh, wind running through mane and hair, hooves and hearts beat to the same tempo.

Bum be dum, bum be dum, bum be dum…

The rush was like a drug flying over the rails.

I looked through Demetri's long noble ears gagging the next jump, it was a six foot high square oxer.

It was the typical red jump with white rings around the middle of the poles.

Demetri snorted at it something one would take as saying "That's scary!" in horse language, but he wasn't a normal horse. His snort said that this jump bored him, where was the challenge.

His collected canter spread out, his strides becoming longer more precise.

I kept contact with his mouth knowing that I didn't have to keep him collected since he did it by himself, but the judges would get the wrong idea.

He lifted himself up in the front reaching to meet the heavens, his strong hind quarters coiled under him ready to push him over.

I lifted my self from the saddle going into two point.

The springs were released from is hind end and we soared over the rail.

Demetri granted me wings for a split second.

We finished the course with only one fault placing us fourth in the standings.

Aro Volturi was Demetri's owner and he paid me to ride him in shows, saying I was the best rider for his horse.

Aro was the only one who could ride that horse outside of the show ring. He claimed any other trainer would sour his horse.

I was allowed to ride the horse for two days before the show. It was a pleasure and a pain having to relearn the new cues Aro had taught him.

Demetri was a 16'1 hand dark bay Selle Français stallion. And I loved every inch of him. He was very smart to taking in all of the new cues taught to him and practically playing them out on the show field. He made me look better then I was.

After untacking De I brushed out his mane and tail knowing I would have to put fresh braids in it soon.

I was crouched down taking of his splint boots when a young woman approached me.

"Are you Bella Swan by any chance?" She asked cheerfully.

"Why yes I am, what can I do for you?" Demetri nuzzled my pocket looking for his treat.

She was petite in stature 4'5 maybe with short black choppy hair. This woman was dressed in overly priced attire, obviously rich. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves with black heals. Everything was short on this girl but her heals. I wondered how she could walk around in them.

" Hello, I am Alice Cullen and I was wondering if you would be interested in training my brothers horse BioShock. He's a 16' hand Hanoverian black in color. Do you think you could talk to your barn manager about it?"

She looked to hopeful almost as if I was her last chance. I knew all to well that I couldn't do it; if Aro knew that I was taking on another horse he would fire me on the spot. Let alone if I asked to bring another horse into is barn, oh we won't even go there.

"Alice with all do respect I can't do that. If I was aloud to I would but my barn manager would fire me. He says my only horse to focus on is Demetri. I could recommend some other barns for you if you'd like…."

I stroked my horses neck to give me support. I was never good with people always being 'that girl' to sit in the corner and hide. Maybe that's why I get along with horses so much, they don't judge you or ask why.

Alice's face fell and she shook her head muttering a "No thank you." As she walked away I caught a glimpse of bronze hair in dismay.

Must be her boyfriend.

I cleaned up Demetri and put him in his stall with his show blanket on and his magnetic leg wraps that helped circulation.

It was time for a three hour lunch break so I fed De some Purina Ultium and his supplements.

Sitting down at our show tent I fetched myself a cold water and a ham and swiss sandwich.

Aro approached me with a smile on his pale features.

"Congrats Miss. Swan, if you breeze through the finals without a fault you will take home the gold!" He clapped his hand together excitedly.

Aro was a pale little Italian man. His hair was graying but he never lost that twinkle in his eyes. He was a trainer and nothing more, no friend to me.

I have seen Aro with people before, nasty and foul. With me it seemed like he had to make an effort to stay nice. With horses it was a different story, he was gentle but firm with them.

Most horse people aren't good with people.

"Thank you." Was all I could manage while chewing the mouth full of ham and cheese.

He walked away leaving me in peace.

I still had two more hours before the finals. I walked around checking out the competition. The only horse that worried me was Felix The Great he was standing in first place at the moment. Shaking off the thought of that horse running me into the ground I walked back to De's stall.

It was time for his prep routine.

I brushed his silky fur with his Herm Spranger body brush. De always loves it when I brush under his neck getting those darn scratchies that he can't reach.

I soon take on the task of braiding his mane in a show jumping braid. My fingers would always tire after half way down his mane, but I never complained loving every minute that I got to spend with this beautiful animal.

Next was the ten minute walk to warm up and then stretching out his legs and back.

I never saddled De. Aro always had to do it claiming he was the only one who knew how Demetri liked it.

Given the extra time I would always pee and get dressed.

All dressed and saddled I waited by the gate.

"Up next we have Bella Swan riding Demetri's Final Cue."

That was my cue to take De in at a slow canter around the ring as the announcer would prattle off facts to the crowd.

"Bella Swan has been riding Demetri's Final Cue for three years. She rides him for Aro Volturi, Demetri's owner and trainer. Demetri is a 16'1 dark bay Selle Français stallion. Imported from France he lived his young life in luxury trained by the one and only Aro. Today he stands in the highest of ranking in the show jumping world. Ladies and Gentlemen here is Bella and Demetri."

The crowd fell silent as I took him once more around the ring. Then we were off set out to win.

I could feel his shear power that I was graced to know of. He lifted me effortlessly over the jumps landing with refinement.

Half way through the course I felt him step wrong over the jump almost a jarring motion.

Odd I thought.

Pondering whether or not to stop him I looked up and spotted Aro starring me down with a tense look.

I picked De back up into a frame and took him toward the next jump.

He brushed the rail, something he rarely did before.

De's breathing became panicked almost as if he was in pain. Before I could stop him he jumped the next jump switching leads after it.

Points would be taken off for that. A well rounded horse should know not to switch leads after a jump.

De was in pain on his left front leg and if I stopped him know Aro would through a fit and fire me.

I knew that if I could just take him over these next few jumps and hold him together my job and reputation would stay intact.

The next three jumps he jumped with stressed strides and tensed motions.

I could see the finish line a simple wall made to look like bricks.

De tried to jump it stumbling through the jump causing the fake bricks to scatter around him. He fell onto his neck rolling onto his back. I moved out of the way fast enough only to have my leg pinned under him. The sound he made when he landed on his side was a painful groan.

I couldn't focus on the poor horse, only the searing pain in my head and leg. It was broken and I knew in the back of my mind that so was De's leg.

It all went black due to the pain.

I woke up in the hospital bed.

Needles a tubs slithering out of my arms, wonderful…

I looked around in a drugged up stupor wondering why I was hear.

Then I hit me the fall, the pain, the show…

De.

I knew it in my gut that De had to be put down. When a horse breaks his leg there is usually no way to fix it.

I felt sick.

To make things worse Aro walked into my room. Looking like he was about to kill me.

Sinking lower into my bed I waited for his wrath.

He got very close to my face, smelling like alcohol he seethed hurtful words at me.

"Bella fucking Swan you are a horse killer. You killed my horse by pushing him to hard, and you call yourself a rider. I hate you and I wish you would have died too. Did you have to look into Demetris eyes as he died, no. I wish you could have watched the life fade from his eyes, to watch his body convulse as the life was sucked out of him right on that field. I wish it was you. I NEVER want to see you on my property again. I should sue you but I can't seeing as it wasn't your fault in the judges eyes. But I know for a fact it was your fault. I fucking hate you Swan."

With that he walked out slamming the door behind him.

I leaned over and retched on the floor wishing I could through up my heart.

I had killed my only friend, a great horse that only wanted to please me. I shouldn't have let my reputation and the taste of almost winning get in the way of the horses welfare. I should have stopped him and walked out. He could have been helped if it was only a pulled muscle or a sprain. But I pushed him causing him to put more and more stress on his leg till he snapped it.

I killed my friend.

I killed my friend.

I killed my only friend.

Crying myself to sleep that night I vowed to never ride again.

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