In Her Eyes
A/N: I know, I know. I keep starting stories and getting myself into trouble. okay so I'm kind of in a HUGE writer's block and I decided to write this, it could be a one shot or a story, just review and tell me if you want me to go on because I have a few ideas. So I hope you like and leave me some reviews! I'd love to read what you think because this is kind of different from what I write usually. So go ahead! and btw in case you didn't know I'm not a native english speaker so sorry for the mistakes!
The streets of Volterra were hard to describe. Many poets and writers had tried without succeding. They kept secrets in their essence and they didn't show them to strangers, it seemed like they had a deep connection with the people that lived there, and between them there was this secret thing that nobody else could see. Of course the people that lived in there could be qualifed as more than just 'secret' or 'strange'. There, in the middle of the city, was the Volturi palace, it wasn't actually a palace but everyone in there thought so, it was so big you could get lost inside. There were legends in the city about the secrets that the palace hid, and legends about the secrets the people that lived in there hid. There were thousands, most of them servants but their recents additions to the family, had been noticed by more than one person in the enigmatic city. They had arrived during a rainy day and they had never left the palace since then, as everyone that lived in there they were inhumanly, devastatigly beautiful. There were three of them. The woman was absolutly stunnig, the kind of girl the men want and women want to be, even if they never admit, her long blonde hair fell down her back in an absloutly graceful way, and everytime she moved she seemed like poetry in motion. The men were just as beautiful, one of them blonde, girls rumored his right arm was full of scars of wars that were set in the new continent, and the other one was something definitly special. Every girl in town had fallen in love with Edward Anthony Cullen the night of the masquarade at the Volturi's . It wasn't just the fact that he was incredibly stunning or that everytime his golden eyes catched a glimpse of you it made you forget whatever you were thinking, but it was the fact that he was a perfect gentleman and that one smile of his perfect thin pale lips could make you fly out of this world.
But things never really changed for him.
He was bored as it should be expected. He knew exactly what every single girl in the room was thinking. And all the thoughts were the same, they were out of their heads floating in the air tangling each other in a complicated web of the same phrases. He just sat there in the middle of the room, just as a prince should, smiling at every girl that shyly stared at him. He was screaming in the inside because he couldn't stand this stupid charade the Volturi's were making him put up, to him and to his cousins. He spotted Rosalie and Jasper talking and laughing in a corner they were both gracefully holding a glass of champagne on their hands, taking a sip now and then, and everyoene as Rosalie wished, was staring at them, their laughter was armonious like a cascade people seemed to smile just because of the sound of it. Rosalie and Jasper, they were the most beautiful tragedy that had ever happened to the world they lived in. But at that exact moment he couldn't think about that, he just thought about how all the faces looked the same and not just because they were wearing masks.
And then it happened, it wasn't in slow motion but for a moment he felt like the room around him had dissapered, all the tangled web of thoughts now was an echo in the back of his head, and the only thing he could see were her brown smoldering eyes, they seemed to be calling him, telling him to follow her, her dress was tight in all the right places, showing off the most amazing body he had ever laid eyes on, the deep blue color of the dress made her creamy pale skin stand out and so did her beautiful brownish curls that were framing her face, gracefully falling on to her shoulders, and even if she was standing all the way across the room he could hear her calm breathing, her heart on the other hand was racing madly. There was a small grin plastered on her face but it wasn't a girly shy grin like the other girls grin's, it was mysterious, captivating.
So he followed her. He had never felt as mesmerized as in that moment, her eyes were guiding him to one of the gardens, and when she dissapeared from his sight he ran quickly, thinking that maybe she was an illusion, she was after all too beautiful to be true, but then he sighed out in relief. There she was sitting by the fountain in the main garden, her hair was covered in small droplets of water and she seemed to be contemplaiting the moon she was smiling slightly just like when she was in the ballroom. He slowly approched her and smiled, she let her brown eyes wonder the garden and a soft blush creeped up her cheeks. He didn't notice the pool bloods beneath her skin, he wasn't breathing. Slowly and carefully he lifted her hand and captured between his icy marble ones, just to press his lips against it. She bit her lip and took it away quickly, embarrassed.
"It's a pleasure Miss..." he whispered softly while staring deeply into her brown eyes, waiting for an answer a name maybe.
"I agree." she nodded, avoiding the subject and looking away, she felt like hyperventilaiting after only looking at him for a few seconds, she was sure her knees were trembling under her long silk dress. "Mr. Cullen." she smiled and interrupted the words that were about to come out of his mouth "Don't ask me to tell you my name because I know yours, everyone in town does."
"Sharp." he whispered grinning, he was completly under her spell and when she looked away he couldn't help but to notice that there weren't any voices coming from her, he thought that maybe it was because he wasn't concentrated.
"Is there something wrong?"her soft velvet voice was intoxicaiting, at least he thought so.
"Why would it be?" he seemed even more surpirsed now, his face was a mixture between the frustration that he had felt and the current feeling.
"You seem frustrated." she smiled, knowingly, like she was expecting that strange reaction "Am I not as pretty as I seemed inside? Or was it before I was too far away for you to see me?"
"I saw you." he stated, he had followed her after all, her eyes had captivated him.
"Yes but were you really looking at me?" her unexpected question left him speechless, for the first time during the night she stared closely deeply into his golden eyes and he could see something that didn't see in the other girls. There was passion, there was beauty, there was mystery. He saw something hidden in there, something beautiful mixed with something painful. She was a cordinated mess, just like he was.
"I was.." he leaned closer, but he wasn't breathing and she didn't notice, his eyes were closed and his lips inches from hers, she moved away slowly and when he noticed her warm breath wasn't on his face anymore, he opened his eyes "It wouldn't be aproppiated?" he asked nodding.
"That depends...were you going to ask me something? Before I mean..." she knew exactly what he was about to do, but she prentended that she didn't it was called flirthing and her mother had taught her well, 'to get a good husband' she said "If you asked something and I answer then my answer might make it inapropiate."
And he kissed her, it was pure bliss that surrounded them, he was sure that the drops of water that kept falling over them from the fountain were making the moment even more magical, her soft lips warming his icy marble ones, her arms surrounding his neck he had never been that close to someone well...like her. The kiss was completly amazing, he was stunned and so was her, not only ,for his impulsive nature but because she had never met a man that was so intresting. Her blood boiling under her skin, the venom running freely inside his mouth.
"Edward!" Rosalie's high soprano voice interrupted the moment, he immedeatly took her hand and quickly ran to hide in a hallway, he knew very well what would happen if his cousin found them in such a situation. He catched a glimpse of her blonde hair moving gracefully into the gardens, the girl sighed out in relief.
"That was close." and she collapsed into giggles burrying her head in his chest, she was shaking and he noticed he had pressed her in between the wall and himself. "I have to go..." she said "This is hardly appropiate, Mr. Cullen. I'm not a prostitute" she stated
"Give me your name.." he whispered she didn't answer "Please.." he whispered again and he let his lips fall on her cheek "I must know the name of the girl that haves me under her spell..The girl I'm utterly in love with..."
"Don't say that my dear friend..." she whispered, breathing for her had become an issue now "You don't love me, you want me...tonight I look like a lady, tomorrow you won't even notice me..." she pulled away and moved slowly, finally to free herself of the pressure of his body. "I have to leave..."
"Give me a name...just one name..." he pleaded, helplessly.
"Isabella..." she said and then she started running into the gardens, she was going back into the room but before getting completly out of his sight she stopped, turned around and smiled at him. And he saw passion again. And then he took a deep breath.
And it hitted him like a brick in the head, he couldn't understand why he hadn't notice even if he wasn't breathing because it was so strong, it was everywhere, he could feel it in his hands, his hair, his clothes, damn it he could even feel it her and she was standing quite far away. It was her scent. It was her blood. Intoxicating, he was sure his eyes were turning black with hunger by now, his face turning into a monster and he was kind of thankful that she had started running again. A part of him was begging, screaming him to follow her, he knew he could catch her without making any effort and then...No. No he couldn't, she was an innocent girl that was just...the bloodlust was incontrolable, he was sure he hadn't want someone so much, ever, not even during his newborn years. He needed control. Suddenly a wave of unexpected calm came over him and he saw Jasper standing there, very serious, before he knew what had happened Aro and Marco had taken him by the arms and were taking him inside the palace. He could catch a glimpse of Rosalie's worried eyes as he walked in. He accepted that night that things had changed.
Isabella had become now, the most beautiful tragedy that had ever happened to the world they lived in.
La tua cantante
