Nothing much to say. But. HI CAIUS. ;D
~Newborn Lust~
Demetri closed the door, entering the club, sitting in the far corner as he ordered something expensive. He wasn't going to drink it, so he just twirled the little umbrella in the cup around, not bothering to take a sip at all. He stared at the bright lights that danced around the floor, the bodies moving too close together for Demetri to even take a second look at. Demetri pushed as hard as he could to push the dark memories past his head, not wanting to remember that fateful night.
Running a hand through his hair, he sighed, the bartender staring at him like he was just like any other tourist in the city-single. Demetri tapped his finger on the counter, staring at the orange tinted drink, shaking his head.
The door flew open and a couple stumbled in, their bodies hunched together. The rain was pouring outside, soaking anyone who stepped a foot out of there. They laughed as they finally stepped inside, moving straight towards the dancefloor, obviously already intoxicated.
It was usual that Demetri was the only vampire here. He occasionally ran into a lone vampire once in a while and Felix usualy came here on days that Demetri asked. Felix's charm usually seemed to get all the ladies' attention.
"Hey, you," a voice rung out beside him. "Are you going to drink that? You've been sitting here for an hour and you haven't even touched it."
Demetri looked at the person beside him and his nose scrunched. Her hair was jet black and was in waves that pirouetted past her shoulder, her bangs brushed across her face, nearly covering her eyes if she didn't have her sunglasses on. Her lips were a faint peach color and were a bit chapped, even though she had a 'gothic' look. She wore a pair of jean capris, a black biker jacket with a hood and had a pair of black running shoes on.
"Hello?" she scoffed.
"Please, be my guest," Demetri gestured towards the wine glass.
"Thank you," she sighed, sliding her feet in to sit down next to him.
She took off her glasses and finished up another drink that she held in her hands, her eyes the blazing color of . . . a newborn. Demetri had never seen a newborn like this, with eyes so different. There was a thin orange line, very noticable to the vampire eye with the usual bright red irises.
"How long since you've been awakened?" Demetri asked, tapping her arm.
A low growl nearly broke out, and she looked at him as she pulled out a package of pills, breaking them into the wine that Demetri had given her. She set her lips on the now dark red liquid, a deep smell of blood coming from it. She gulped it in, smiling in pleasure as her eyes danced at Demetri.
"How can you drink that?" Demetri gasped.
"Watch it, grandpa," she rolled her eyes, snapping another pill open, liquid spilling out. "Blood."
He gasped and took her arm, gripping onto her with his immediate vampire force. She shook her head at him, smiling. But with her newborn senses, she was many times crazier and stronger than Demetri. She brushed him off and wriggled her fingers.
"But, you're Volturi, you're the ones who get fresh blood," she smirked. "Sounds . . . delicious."
Her hands clutched into a fist at the word, her knuckes durning snowy white (as if her skin wasn't already pale white).
"They warned me about you, that I should never speak about how I was brought into this world," she sighed, taking a drink out of the dark red cup again. "They said you wouldn't understand how we could eat human food if we poured blood on it."
"You're a danger to the humans!" he growled. "When. Were. You. Turned?"
"A week or two ago," she whispered. "Demetri, you don't need to know anything about me. You can kill me now if you'd like."
"What?"
"You don't need to get me now," she smiled, grabbing a backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. "They told me you could track me. So . . . come and get me . . . if you're not too afraid . . . of the Cullens."
She pulled up her hood and concealed herself, her newborn eyes still blazing. Demetri stared at the girl as she stood up, her wavy hair flowing out of her hood.
"I came all the way from the United States," she scoffed. "But I'm no danger to anyone but your coven."
In a split second, she was gone, and the door barely creaked open as her small body escaped through a small crack through the door. Demetri rushed out the door behind her, his hair whipping in his face as he flung the door open.
The rain poured onto him, soaking his clothes as he frantically looked for the girl, staring down the streets. A ringing laugh came from above, and the thunder crackled, exposing a dark shadow. Demetri's head snapped to the top of the club, her hoodie pulled back as her hair bounced, the splashing of her feet on the concrete as she ran off, barely touching the ground. But before she disappeared through the darkness and rain, Demetri caught her glimpsing behind, at him, her orange-red eyes blazing-with newborn lust.
"Well, Demetri," Felix laughed as he stepped out of his room."I haven't seen you take a bath like that for . . . a century."
Demetri ignored Felix's comments as he threw Felix a death glare. He immediatley backed off as he knew what could happen during Demetri's . . . moody nights. Changing into new clothes, Demetri couldn't stop thinking about that newborn who was so . . . controlled with herself. He had never seen any newborn-even Isabella-so controlled of her thirst and someone who could . . . drink human drinks-voluntarily. It was just too good of a creation to be true.
And, of course, Demetri had to admit, he was pretty jealous of her that she could drink that expensive alcohol. She was a newborn . . . and newborns were supposed to be crazy and live in isolation for at least a month. But how did she know about Demetri so much? And about the Cullens? Were they the ones who turned her?
No, Dr. Cullen would never allow it. He had already had too much to handle. More trouble than they'd already had was surely a death wish.
Demetri sat in front of his map for a few seconds, running his finger around his map in the Italy section, looking for that girl-which he had no idea whos' name she had-or if she even remembered her name. He could remember her face clearly, her smile seeming to light up him somehow inside-and he had never felt like this in his entire life as he remembered how she ran, barely touching the ground as she glimpsed at him.
And Demetri was suddenly scared. Suddenly scared that she would do something to expose herself to the humans. And that, was one thing that he didn't want to happen. She was special-he could sense it-and he knew he had to find her . . . without the Volturi finding out.
Marcus's head snapped up as he felt something strong beyond the walls that divided Demetri and Marcus. Something that was beginnning to stir and explode into fireworks. There was a connection between Demetri and someone outside the walls of the Volturi castle. Maybe that's why Demetri was always out. But Marcus would have sensed it before, and this time, Demetri was in a great connection with this person, but not sure if he really was in a connection or imagining it.
Demetri wasn't thinking straight. His vibes of this 'relationship' he had was making his vibes seem different. They were changing, they were evolving into something bigger than any Volturi member could ever imagine.
