I re-edited this so it should be a bit more realistic now, if vampires are realistic. If you spot any problems PLEASE let me know. Set directly after the Volturi scene in the movie, therefore, most of it will be based off the movie, the appearances, mainly. I love Alec so much, I just couldn't resist. This will not be a priority, however, so no whining. I will write when I feel like it, and update when I do. :) If any of you have Volturi fics that have Alec as a main character, lemme know, I need something good to read. Also, this fic contains an OC, and she is the main character, apart from my darling Alec, of course. No like, read anyway, and review nicely. NO FLAMES.
This tour was so boring, I could feel my eyes drooping. The only interesting thing was the tour guide lady's eyes. She must've been swimming or SOMEthing, cause those things were BRIGHT RED. Like blood. I hate blood. I hate the sight. I hate the smell. I . . . don't hate the taste, but that's just a quirk. It's not like I go around killing people to drink their blood like a vampire. I only lick it off my lips when they crack and bleed from being so chapped. I don't exactly believe in chap-stick, though I do enjoy the taste of Bath and Body works grapefruit lip-gloss. I swear, one day I'll end up in the hospital with lip-gloss poisoning. I should probably be paying attention to where the heck I'm going in this underground rat-hole. The only reason I'm here is because my foster parents enrolled me in an enriched summer camp (I don't know why, I'm not smart), and they took us on a field trip to this place. Apparently it has some kind of historical resemblance. I hate tours. Somebody kill me.
Wrong thing to say-- erm . . . think?
Next thing I knew we were in this room, with walls made of marble, and really high ceilings, surrounded by people with red eyes. I was really creeped out, so I ducked under one of the long marble benches by the wall and hid.
Just before the carnage started. I shuddered and turned away, squeezing my eyes shut, and covering my ears tightly. Unfortunately, I have pretty sensitive hearing and smell, so I heard the screams, and smelled the blood. I forced down a gag, trying to keep myself unnoticed while hastily wiping away tears from my cheeks and swallowing my sobs before they escaped my lips. It was over almost as soon as it started. I opened my eyes to see bright red vampire eyes staring back at me from a beautiful face. He reached a marble smooth hand out to me, the movement making his half-up, long, straight, black hair fall over his shoulder. When he spoke, angels sang.
"Don't be scared, we won't hurt you." I found myself compelled to believe that honey sweet voice, and angelic smile. I hesitantly reached a shaking hand out to him. My hand almost touched his skin, when I felt an odd feeling. I drew my hand back quickly. I knew he could see into my mind, my deepest, darkest thoughts, just by the touch of my hand.
"NO. AWAY." I shrieked. He looked surprised, but shrunk back none the less, hiding a small smile. He nodded to a short, blond girl, who turned her eyes to me.
"Pain." She whispered in a silky voice, almost as if she enjoyed the word. Sharp pain shot through my body like lightning bolts. I struggled, thrashing silently as the pain increased. But I refused to scream. I forced my body under control, and crawled agonizingly slowly towards the door. The girl seemed shocked, and the pain increased tenfold under her glare. I staggered, desperately trying to keep moving, though it was difficult. I would not give them a weakness.
"Jane." The first man said quietly. She shifted her eyes to him, and the pain ceased to exist.
"Master." She whispered in the silk covered voice of hers. I have come to the conclusion that he is the leader of these people. If that's what they were.
'Master' turned to a beautiful boy with brown hair, about 5'7". He could've been Jane's twin.
"Alec, if you will." The boy, Alec, nodded solemnly. A thin, white mist creeped towards me. Somehow, I knew what it was, and I knew I had to stop it at it's source. I watched as the mist drew closer, observing that it couldn't move very quickly, and waited anxiously. At the last second, I lunged towards the boy-- ALEC-- catching everyone off guard. They seemed startled for a moment, but then seemed slightly calculating, as if waiting to see what I would do next. As I suspected, the mist stopped, but didn't change directions. My observations were cut short when my body collided with Alec's body. I hissed slightly at the pain from colliding my already sore body with his. His whole body was hard as a rock. I felt his granite arms wrap around my waist, at this point I knew they were trying to keep me from getting away, and we fell backwards from the force of the impact. Once he was on his back on the ground, I rolled off of him and sprinted towards the door. I didn't make it very far before I was on the ground, flat on my back with the Alec kid on top of me. Dude, these people need to cool their beans and let me leave already! I looked up at him, put on my best puppy-dog face, and let a fake tear trickle down my face. I sniffed slightly.
"Please, let me go. Please." I blinked my wide hazel eyes at him, and he slowly, as if by force, removed himself from my personal bubble. I sat up, shook out my brown, curly hair, and looked around the room.
"I didn't want to have to do this, but I guess I have no other choice. I just want to leave" I hated having to do this. I looked them each in the eye, to establish a connection. I didn't quite understand my, um, power, I guess you could call it. But I did know that in order for it to work, I had to try to see past the outer protection their eyes provided. "Let. Me. Leave." I whispered shakily. They looked startled, and the girl, Jane, and the blonde dude in the corner helped me up and grudgingly lead me to the door, stopping every few feet to shake their heads. The connection almost broke, I was so weak. I was almost there, ready to make a run for it, when I was stopped by a large, burly, dark haired man, also with red eyes, walking towards me. I hadn't seen him, so he wasn't under the spell, if that's what you want to call it. I'm not a witch, I just have a strong, mm, what's the word? Compellingness? Anywho, people don't have an issue doing what I tell them to, unless, of course, I'm weak like I am now. Next time, I'm going to not resist that scary, but strangely awesome, pain thing Jane did. She's just too powerful. The man stuck out his hand.
"Hello, my name's Felix. Nice to meet you. Now, I don't really appreciate you doing some mind trick on my leaders here, so please release them." He seemed so nice, like a teddy bear, thought I could see by the amount of muscle mass he possessed that he could do some real damage. I eyed him warily, however, not letting my guard down.
"Are they gonna kill me?" He shook his head no.
"No, not with a gift as valuable as yours. What's your name?" I still felt kinda wary, names give power. If someone knows your name, they can trace back to the people you love and that's almost never good, also, it's easier to control someone when you have their name. But I gave him mine anyway, I felt like I kind of owed it to him, for putting his leaders under the control, as my dad called it before he died.
"It's Eleanor. Ella or Leah for short. NOT Eleanor. I hate that name." He nodded.
"Come this way, Leah, and we'll have a nice, civil chat with the rest of the group."
Okay, well this is my first OC story, so be nice. NO FLAMES. lemme know if it's any good. This is also my first Twilight story, and, in effect, Volturi story. REVIEWS PLEASE. I will update soon, seeing as I really like this plot line/pairing. And Alec. Can't forget Alec. Noticed he's the only one who gets a caps at the beginning of his name? REVIEW.