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Anger

The sun poured into Xanthea's room, basking her in light as she stirred groggily from her short sleep. She had not got much sleep from waking up every hour thinking she heard her fathers loud snoring or her mothers voice mumbling in her sleep as they usually did.

Every time when she realized she was no longer at her real home, she screamed for them, not believing what had happened earlier in the evening had actually happened.

Making herself sit up, her heart fluttered lightly. It took a while for her eyes to focus like every morning, but she was sure of it.

Demetri had been sitting in the previously battered chair, propped up against the cream coloured wall as he stared at her with his piercing black eyes. Xanthea rubbed her eyes hastily but when she looked again no one was there as the empty chair lent against the wall.

She shrugged it off, blaming her lack of sleep and slight attraction with him as she tried to yawn, finding her throat sore from the excessive uses of screaming from them last night.

She let out a loud sigh as she made her way to the bathroom that was connected to her room. She stood in front of the large mirror for a while not taking in the magnificent bathroom around her, instead she stared at her appalling appearance from the events that occurred from the previous night.

Her choppy hair was more messy than normal from her turning in her sleep numerous times. That and she had cut her hair herself so needed to be tidied up. Her eyes were blood shot from all the crying, her eyelids looking red raw from all the rubbing.

Her bottom lip was swollen and bright pink, results from biting her lip in the night to stop her crying out loud.

As her tired eyes traveled down her reflection to her clothes, Xanthea saw that they were creased and looked untidy. She only wore plain fitting jeans, black boots a dark navy fitted blazer, and a white vest top. She was told not to bother bringing any clothes as apparently the Volturi would now provide for her.

Xanthea watched her reflection as they clenched their fists. Even though she thought her parents heartless, they had bought most of her clothing and personals and she couldn't bring any of it apart from her wooden beaded bracelet which she wore now.

A sharp tug pulled at her heart. Xanthea soon regretted cutting her long blonde hair, wishing it was there to imitate her mothers and comfort her.

She wanted her mother here, to soothe her and make everything better with her kind nature. But she bargained her daughter's life for her own as she was now safe while Xanthea was with the vampires.

Too absorbed in her own thoughts, Xanthea didn't hear a knocking at the door. As she continued to look at herself in the large mirror, her fists going white from how tight she held them, the knocking ensued still unheard by her deaf ears.

Her face contorted into anger, a fierce look in her delicate eyes. She couldn't understand, no she refused to understand.

Why did it have to be her parents that were selfish beyond words? Why did it have to be her that had to be given to human killing monsters? Why was her short life cut short because her parents didn't want to finish theirs first? She had barely started living her life and it was being taken away from her unceremoniously.

All these thoughts were fresh in her mind as all common sense left Xanthea. She hated the girl she saw in the mirror. She was pathetic. Her parents were pathetic and Xanthea was filled with hatred looking at her.

The shock and rush of adrenaline enabled her to not feel any pain as she smashed her fists into the mirror, tiny shards embedding themselves deep in her soft skin.

Shards of mirror flew past her face, a few scraping against her fair skin. The mirror fell into the large sink and onto the floor, ranging from large remains of the reflective material to tiny sharp sparkles on the tiled floor.

As Xanthea stared at the rushing flow of blood dripping down her hands and arms, shocked she did such a thing she hadn't notice the visitor at the door had let themselves in. After observing the chaotic room they had wondered to the entrance of the bathroom in attempts to find the young girl and froze at the scene before them.

A low growl brought Xanthea back to reality as she stared to the left, the entrance of the bathroom being blocked by a young man, a hungry look in his now onyx, black eyes.

Fear should have shot through Xanthea's body and mind as the boy took an eager step towards her before stopping himself halfway as though torn in half on what to do. Morals and orders pushed him back but the rich red liquid made his mouth water, he already knew her blood would taste luscious on his eager tongue from where he stood.

Instead, anger blinded Xanthea as she screamed at the young man forgetting instantly what powers he could possess as she spat harsh words at him not realizing she was egging him on.

"You creatures disgust me!" She snarled not noticing her enraged words were only feeding to the boy's blackening eyes.

The loss of blood was slowly numbing Xanthea's body but she paid no important attention to it as the boy seemingly disappeared from the doorway and turned into a blur before slamming her body to the opposite side of the bathroom, the tiles cracking slightly as she screamed out from the new pain she could not ignore.

His strong hands pinned her shoulders to the wall making escape virtually impossible for the weak human. The venom in his mouth screamed to taste her skin and her blood, as he slowly lowered his face to her bare nape.

Xanthea gulped, not comprehending the action only made his desire to bite her neck stronger. As his hard, cold lips grazed her soft skin, goose bumps ran all through her, a sickening chill occurring from the contact.

Just as the boy's teeth were bared, ready to take the first taste he was flung from the girl, crashing abruptly onto the sink, debris soon following the remains of the mirror on the floor.

The boy made another attempt towards the girl but was immediately stopped, with a large man holding him down with all his strength as the boy tried to thrash about for release.

Xanthea soon recognized the man was Felix. She had not even heard him come in the room let alone saw him till the very last second but was none the less grateful for his sudden appearance.

Her arms shaking and paling, Xanthea had not noticed how truly frightened she was as she slid her back down the wall. Demetri looked down beside her as he watched her put her arms up near her face, as some sort of useless defense from the world.

She hadn't even noticed Demetri's presence near her. He knew humans abilities were not that grand compared to his own, but he couldn't help but think humans were weaklings.

"Take him to the ancients. This behaviour is certainly not acceptable within Volturi's walls." Demetri spoke with authority as he gave Felix the orders. Xanthea flinched unconsciously from not realizing the man standing next to her.

Felix nodded and disappeared quickly with the weak willed vampire. Demetri looked down at Xanthea's lifeless form, struggling to take his eyes off the amount of blood trailing down her slightly golden skin.

Unlike the previous vampire however, he could control his cravings from centuries of practice. Except, the girl before smelt more welcoming than usual humans. His jaw tightened as the room filled with her aromatic smell.

He swallowed deeply, finding that her blood called out to him, no it screamed for him to take a lick, just a taste to prove his thoughts that she would be delicious but Demetri stayed still.

He fantasized of grabbing her head and smelling her neck, her scent making him feel alive almost.

Yet, Aro had greatly emphasized that she would be changed and by his venom no less. Aro probably had the most control, being in command of himself on things as these, like Carlisle the vegetarian up in Washington.

Something came over him as he sat down next to her, one leg bent and propped up. He grabbed her chin gently to turn her face to his.

"Are you ok Miss?" He made sure he sounded sincere in his words, he and Felix were given the job to make her stay a pleasant one and so far that hadn't happened.

The sudden question rang through Xanthea's head; the voice soothing to her as she stared into the young mans eyes, his red eyes seemingly reading hers. When he got no response he blamed it on shock and sighed.

He had no medical experiences so had no idea on what to do with her hands. He wasn't sure what had actually happened as he stared around the ruined bathroom, glass, broken bits of mirror and chunks of tiles and ceramic littered the floor.

Demetri and Felix just arrived to her door, orders to get her breakfast when they saw it had been left opened and the bedroom was a state like a fight had ensued. The next thing they saw was a minor vampire getting his own breakfast from the young girl.

Death was what awaited the insignificant vampire; Demetri knew that fact very well. Guards were ranked by the colours you wore. The darker and rich the tone the less replaceable you were to Aro and the others. Felix and Demetri wore black, along with Jane the vampire who had brought Xanthea to the main hall.

They were irreplaceable what with their powers being powerful and unique to Aro's needs. The young vampire that had attacked Xanthea however wore a light grey uniform, his fate being already written for him in his clothes.

As time passed, Xanthea still speechless Demetri started getting fed up. Grateful he had over fed himself last night he grabbed one of Xanthea's thin arms covered by her creased blazer, squeezing it lightly, slight worry he might break her weak human arm.

Xanthea flinched faintly, feeling the immense cold from his hand passing through her blazer. It was calming to her against her boiling body.

With ease he lifted her and exited the now uninhabitable room. He sighed trying to remember what room was empty on the floor he was on with a bed as he walked, hoping he came across no other vampires.

As the two wondered round the empty corridors, Demetri took the time to take in Xanthea's appearance. She looked a mess to put it simply.

He was sure once she was clean she would probably look appealing somewhat but even though she looked scruffy he still felt something, urging him to take a sniff. He shrugged it off as the blood as it filled his nose and throat, making it hard for him to concentrate as the venom drowned his own tongue in his mouth.

She had no shape to her body, being practically straight up and down. She was slim but lean and healthy looking, evidence she took part in running based sports according to her quite muscular legs. Her structure was boyish – having no prominent womanly curves on her.

Her face was rounding, so slightly chubby but it suited her Demetri thought.

Her hair was a natural platinum blonde though fading with the years, a darker golden colour graduation underneath the top layers had formed. A full fringe swept to the left at an angle above her forehead and full eyebrows that matched the darker blonde in her hair.

Demetri was normally more partial to women with long, flowing hair, preferably with loose curls yet he found Xanthea's short hair very flattering for the young woman as it attempted to curl slightly giving it a thicker, wavy effect, flicking up in all kinds of directions. It was a kind of unruly type of short.

Her skin had a slight natural tan to it which she probably got from her father who was quite tanned himself. Her eye lashes were short but dark, framing her pale blue eyes that complimented her blonde hair. Demetri couldn't help but lick his lips as his eyes traveled down to her small lips, a soft pink colour to them.

Just as he red eyes flashed to her neck Xanthea made a noise which sounded a lot like a whimper. He looked at her and saw her trying to pick some of the mirror shards out of her knuckles which had momentarily stopped bleeding.

He cringed as he grabbed her hand stopping her before she created more damage to herself.

"You'll make the wound deeper if you do it yourself, I will get someone soon to aid you, for now just be patient." He ordered in a growl, regretting it instantly as he heard her sniff. How pathetic, he thought grimly.

"You, all of you," She stopped walking and snatched her hot hands away from Demetri's ice cold ones. "You're all monsters! Why did that creep attack me? Why did it have to be me that stuck in this hell hole?" She screamed, almost blaming it on Demetri.

He stared back at her, a passive look on his face. She would find out soon enough so nothing stopped Demetri as he told her what he thought on the incident.

"Because of you bleeding like that in the middle of a powerful vampire coven you just so happened to grab the attention of some weak minded yet hungry vampire," He stated like it was the most normal thing he could ever say. He continued as Xanthea just gaped at him, not saying a word.

He couldn't help the smirk crawl mockingly onto his face. He had a talent for making human women speechless and quite liked it as she jutted her bottom lip out so alluringly.

"And you happen to be stuck in this 'hell hole' due to your parents fairing their life indispensable whilst yours was not."

She glared up at Demetri, clearly unhappy with the answer as he started walking away. Fear consumed her as her heart beat tremble in panic at being left alone again before jogging up to his black clad form. She felt somewhat safe with the vampire called Demetri, no matter how rude he could be.

Once he found her a room, smaller than the previous one, he placed Xanthea on the bed and went to leave to find her some bandages and someone capable of tending her wounds.

As he wondered back with bandages, a small vial of alcohol and some of Heidi's old tweezers Felix flanked his side out of nowhere.

The large vampire raised a thick eyebrow at what Demetri carried with him.

"Having a little girl's night in are we?" He mocked only receiving a sneer from Demetri as they continued walking through the many corridors.

"No, this is for that handful of a girl's wounds." He stated unable to ignore the grin on Felix's white face from his choice of words.

"She is a funny one, you would think she'd be frightened to the verge of suicide right now but no, she's too busy screaming the whole Palace down." Felix mused knowing full well that Demetri did not care one bit on his thoughts on the matter.

As they got to the corridor that Xanthea's room was situated Demetri found his feet stuck to the floor all of a sudden. Her bleeding had started again and he could smell her effortlessly like she was standing in front of him, her beautiful red coloured liquid clouding his mind.

Demetri's face became hard as he tried to control himself. His body shook from the intensity of it all. Never in all his life had he felt this feeling within him, burning at his core and Demetri had lived almost as long as the ancients.

A flash of worry fell on Felix's face but quickly regained himself once he realized the reason. He smelt it too, the young girls delicious smell. Felix thought she smelt delectable already but the fresh blood only made her smell sweeter.

Now that there was no vampire to fight back to keep their minds off her blood they stood only meters away, taking in her scent, neither advancing or retreating.

Unable to contain himself Felix ran for her door, getting a head start against Demetri. Unfortunately for Felix he forgot that Demetri was faster than he was and was greeted by a low growl emitted from Demetri's throat as he blocked the door into Xanthea's room, his arms spread out wide.

Felix took a step back and smirked. He was only toying with Demetri; testing him. Once Demetri recognized the familiar smirk belonging to Felix, he lowered his arms as realization hit him.

Without realizing it he was willing to fight one of his oldest friends just because they showed the slightest of threats to some human girl. Demetri clenched his jaw before thrusting the vial of alcohol and tweezers into Felix's hands, his face tilted down staring in the space on the right side of Felix.

"Tend to her wounds I have… other arrangements I have neglected." In a flash Demetri left Felix staring dumbfounded at his friends strange behaviour.

Felix let out a low chuckle before opening the door, plastering a small smile on his face.

He opened his mouth to make the girl aware of his presence but clamped it shut. She sat on the bed, her hands shaking as she struggled to take the tiny embedded shards of mirror out of her knuckles.

Her wound had reopened and flowed like a miniture red stream. Her blood was thrilling for Felix as he eagerly smelt her up. But Felix could control himself, she smelt like any other human really, just a bit sweeter and spicier. He knew he faired better off than Demetri whose reaction to the blood was far more severe compared to Felix.

"Milady, my I tend to those wounds?" He asked politely as she stared up at him in shock. He couldn't help but think that maybe Eleazer was getting too old. Could the girl really possess a power useful to the Volturi? She stared up shocked at first, still not use to the silence of these creatures.

"I do hope you mean actually fix them and not drink my blood or whatever it is you things do,"

The strange mood swings would be entertaining, he thought, the grin on his face widening as she gave him a look of pure irritation at the sight of his presence as she spat her words out with repulsion.