Title: Pairs
Author: MsCrazybird
Pairing: Alice/Bella
Rating: PG
Summary: A Girl who lost all memories, looks to move forward with this strangeness that is her life. Another that remembers everything tries to move away from what her old life held and towards anything. But are Pairs always destined to be bonded?
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A smirk took over her features as she looked at the shocked red eyes below her.
"You know…"
The man below her snarled eyes turning pitch black in a matter of seconds as he began to struggle to get out of the hold he was being held in. Her smirk grew cruel as she looked down at the man. "You will not escape." Her hands tightened on his shoulders causing audible cracks to filter into their ears.
His struggles become panicked as the noise reaches his ears; the reality of death is much more realistic now. Bright red eyes are wide with fright as he looks up into calm dark brown looking back at him. "Please…" is the only plead he can get out of mouth as panic sets into his mind.
This is the part she hates: the pleading. It has always gotten to her; she is not a killer. Not really, but her safety sometimes require the disposal of such people as the one below her. For a moment she wants to believe the man's plead, but the cruel nature of his hunt returns to her mind. This man enjoys the torture, not just the feed. She looks down at the man scrutinizing.
Then she sees it. This man is not simply any other of his kind; he follows the royalty. She can not help rolling her eyes at the thought of their royalty. Murderous, bigoted power hungry fools is more like it. But their mockery of government aside, they are killers and this is very serious. She can not let this one go. "I can't let you go." She tells him as she realizes the truth and her face is set in determination.
His struggles grow rapid; he moves as much as he is able to, not understanding how he could be over powered. He has always prided himself in his strength: it was his strongest attribute, the reason why the Volturi kept him and others feared him.
His struggles just frustrate her more and she holds him down hard. The realization that she is not using her full strength sets in. and his mind is a whirlwind of thoughts as he tries desperately to find a way out of this. He was only going out to hunt and stumbled upon this delectable child. He couldn't pass it up. In Mark's time, he had grown fond of the fresh untainted blood that a child had to offer him. They were so soft and tender if not usually just a taste.
He of course took pleasure in causing fear and children were the easiest to frighten. Her cries range in his ears and he wished that he had been able to enjoy the thrill once more. Mark looks up an idea striking in his mind. The guard would surely come looking for him; a sinister smirk takes over his features. She would not get away.
"Let me go." He demands of the small woman who does not move a millimeter the slightest. She just stares back down at him wondering the quickest way to dispose of this one without drawing any attention to herself. Quickly she focuses on herself and him. It takes a few seconds but finally it is finished and his eyes grow extremely wide. Her sent; it shifted. It now holds the sickly sweet scent that is common among other vampire like himself.
He knew when the woman attacked him after his feed that she was not human, but this was surprising. She was definitely not vampire, made apparent by the strong heart beat in her chest, she was something different stronger apparently. He struggled a bit before speaking. "They will come looking for me; I am a member of the Volturi, the rulers of my kind."
She nods already knowing this information, but not fully understanding why this man and the other five he was with were in the states. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. "I am well aware of that boy." The last word is spit out as though it is an insult and he struggles more anger bubbling on the surface.
How dare she? He has been a vampire for over two hundred years and was changed at twenty six. The woman was clearly insolent and needed to learn her place. Rage was fogging his brain steadily as he barred his teeth snarling. One good bite would teach her a lesson; he knew it.
She shook him trying to get his focus once again. Obviously not only newborns of their kind had problems maintaining their emotions. Or perhaps he was a newborn? She looked down at the man below her. He did not move like a newborn, but like a well-trained fighter. Though from what she could tell he was not gifted like the others, but what would the Volturi want with a newborn? She looked at him trying to see if he was special in anyway but drew a blank. Why would they want him? Why would Aro choose to keep a liability?
His struggling brought her away from her thoughts as she looked back down at the man. "That may be true, but I can't risk them finding out about me. I know Aro likes to collect." Her statement came evenly making the man's eyes widened at the mention of his master's name.
"I wouldn't tell anyone." He tried desperately.
"Ah, but you don't have to do you?"
He knew it was true and nothing could be said so he just looked up trying desperately to break away once again. "Please…I'll do anything."
This seemed to catch her interest as her eyes quickly shot down to his studying. "Anything?" she questioned still studying his face for signs of deceit.
Finally feeling some hope return he nods quickly. "Anything." he answers.
"Answers. I want answers." She says.
Mark is momentarily confused by the request, but quickly answers. "Whatever you want." He is now slightly hopeful, but does not want to let it show.
She smiles slightly. "Good" she nods glad that the information she had wanted would quickly be given to her. "Why were you sent here?" she asked quickly wanting the information and fast.
He blinks up at her thinking of a suitable lie. Seeing that the man was trying to come up with a quick lie she squeezed her hands tighter on the man's shoulders looking at him seriously. "Do not lie to me." Her eyes are narrowed looking angrily at the man.
He struggles as she begins to squeeze tighter cracks ring out in the clearing around them filling both of their ears. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry." He struggles then gives up falling limply back down to the cool earth below. "Just…not that…not yet." He answers slowly.
"Fine." She looks at the man slightly surprised that he would be loyal even with the threat of death so close. "Why are you part of the Volturi? You don't seem to have any special abilities."
It is a statement that sets his anger bubbling, but instead he sets his jaw not letting it out and answering. "Strength…I'm exceptionally strong even among other vampires." He answered.
She thought on it a moment and did not really see it, but just left it alone. "I see. Why do they keep you? Your eating habits are surely a liability." She looked scrutinizingly at the man below her.
His jaw was set. "Yes they are but they do not know of my food preference." He answers honestly.
She is mildly surprised at this; the fact that he could keep information from Aro is quite a feat. The thought that they probably knew and would get rid of the man entered her mind; it made her feel mildly relieved. Tired of all this talk she wanted to get the real answers now. "Okay, why were you and your group sent to the states."
He thinks about lying but the cracks in his shoulder reminds him not to. "A strong coven resides in America in Washington they have many gifted among them. Aro is interested in the seer, but their was talk of other territory wars here so we had to investigate."
Her brain stops listening after she hears of the seer. Mortal beings do not get gifted with this ability none that she have ever heard of in all her time. She looks back down at him "Where does this coven reside?"
"Some small town called Forks or something." He answers. It surprises her that she even knew the place having stopped there once before on her search.
"Okay." She nods letting the information sits in her mind. The need to leave is strong now but she has one last question to ask. "How long will it take for your group to reach the seer?"
The fact that she did not include him did not register in his mind as he answered her question once again. "We have been having trouble maybe five months if not more." Pleased with the answer she hopes that she has more time. Realizing that she had to leave soon because the time was running out she looks to the man.
"I am sorry." Mark has no time to react but for his eyes to widen before she quickly twists as his head is taken off.
She stands throwing a match down on his body before quickly dashing off into the sky and away. The hope that the man's group would assume it was an attack from one of the territorial vampires present in the area.