Chapter 4: Closer and Closer

Alec's POV

I'm was in trouble, I was in serious life or death trouble. When Aro first told me of the proposal, -well it really wasn't a proposal, because if it were I would have a say in it- I was appalled at his course of action.

I had to seduce Renesmee Cullen. Seduce as in try to get in her my bed, not that I didn't want her to be there, I just didn't want to be there because someone told me to. Also, the fact that I had sworn I had hated her about five minutes ago was a good reason not to be there also. But did that matter to my sire, did any of my emotions ever matter to that man? He was smart, he knew what he was doing, and he knew my basic needs. I don't know what he was thinking! He was probably thinking, 'Oh, Alec has no problem getting in her bed, so why not? It's not like he wasn't thinking about it earlier!'

Really, is that the only reason? I was around here to seduce the women of the Cullen family, the youngest daughter? Did I not have a say in what happens to my body? Needless to say I was furious. I basically argued my side to no end, did that do me any good? No, because I got stuck bringing her a tray of human food! I have lost all my dignity, not only was I told to be her guardian, I was her servant now too! Ridiculous.

I automatically named her room the red zone. It was a place of danger. In fact, it was a room I never wanted to step foot in, but I did. Because it was for the coven, and I would do anything for the coven. I was Aro's personal bitch boy. I've lost my manhood and all the years I've matured. I felt like I was twelve years old being punished for something I didn't do.

Though I am guilty to some degree, I mean I basically planted the idea in his head, didn't I?

Brilliant, Alec. Could you be more of a moron?

Okay, granted. I couldn't control what Aro thinks or does, nor could I control some of my own emotions, but I suppose I could take some of the blame. I mean, there I was in the alley, wanting to do god knows what to Edward Cullen's daughter and I didn't see Aro objecting to it anytime soon. Disgusting.

I stood awkwardly, knocking on her door. I felt completely violated in so many ways, but she didn't answer, and I could hear girlish squeals coming from inside. Typical, of course she would be happy, she was probably thinking she was a princess, and all of us were her servants. It didn't help that I was coming to her aid by serving her food.

So, naturally, giving that I live here and she didn't, I let myself in. I just hoped to God she wasn't getting undressed or something, that certainly wouldn't help matters at all. So once I let myself in, I was instantly hit with the scent of lavender. So relaxing, even for my kind, but that wasn't what knocked the air right out of me. Well, sort of.

I swear at that moment if I had a beating heart it would stopped then and there. She was so beautiful and sensual; a succubus in training and she wasn't even trying to be. Her body, slender and full of curves laid on top of the silk comforter, her shirt trailing up her waist leaving none to the imagination. Her gray hoodie was no help; large and falling off her creamy pale shoulder. She looked like she was waiting for me all along, like she knew I'd be here to take what Aro wanted me to.

She was ready for something she had no idea was coming and I loved that. I loved looking at her in this position, because the minute I walked in I wanted to do so many things to her. I wanted to kiss that pretty little navel of hers and then some. I was an animal in heat and for some reason I was enjoying it, which in turn angered me. I shouldn't have been like this just yet, these things take time don't they? Then again, Aro wouldn't disapprove of me for putting this little plan of his into action tonight, would he? He wanted me to get her laid, right? So she'd want to stay here forever with us.

Why was I doing this again? Oh right, because a part of me wants to. The dark side of me wants to do this, while another side of me is saying stop, this is insane.

But as soon as my skin touched hers, I had to physically contain myself from going any further. It was as if there was a human right in front of me and I hadn't fed in months, and I was desperately trying to hold back from attacking. It was impossible, but I had to do it. For now at least, because I didn't think I was ready. Though I did know my body was definitely in gear.

So instead, I amused myself in my thoughts as our hands touched on how I would take her. I would make her moan into my ear as I trailed cool kisses along her warm body., anywhere and everywhere I pleased. I had no limits to what and how I would pleasure her. I will make her mine in every physical way, I knew that. Not Aro nor Jane would influence this choice. I was going to do this on my own, though it would take time. In the meantime I would have to be strong enough mentally to wait for the right moment. I thought I actually had a chance of doing it too.

That is until she took off her hoodie and glided towards me like a woman on the verge. I was nothing but ready. The need had in fact intensified 100 times fold, adding on with every step she took. Her small frame was filled with curves that I had not noticed before. Her chest was more filled out than expected, in fact the breasts that were now merely exposed were covered by a thin layer of black material that I could easily rip with two fingers. Her eyes, -though I barely noticed them- had a devilish expression about them, as if to say she was hunting now. That scared and aroused me like I'd never been before. It felt like she was reading my thoughts, that she had picked up on my severe desire to satisfy myself with her help, of course. I actually was counting on it, counting the seconds before she would confirm my suspicion; which was that she and I were in fact going to go with Aro's plans without his knowledge. Not that he was any near my thoughts. In fact, I was only thinking of one thing. As soon as Renesmee reached her hand to my cheek my mind was filled with her own personal fantasies.

It hit me like a brick wall. I could see her calf hanging over the very tub of her own bathroom. Candles were present, which made her skin glow in the dim light, her face turned slightly at who I can only guess was me. It felt like it was really happening to us. So clear and real. Of course, my reactions to the visual were apparent. They were so apparent that I'm sure Renesmee felt it through my clothing, though she didn't give a response. Thank God.

I didn't know how she couldn't notice it. After all, it wasn't something that could be mistaken. My guess is that she was concentrating, though so was I.

She added a lot of detail to the vision that she had provided for me. The more details she added to her fantasy, the more I was beginning to add to my own.

I couldn't handle anymore of this torture. If I didn't act now I was going to regret it. I wanted her, yes, more now then before, but when I opened my eyes to look at her face I saw anger. It shocked me into realization; she loathed me. So after apologizing for 'playing' with her as she would put it, I set my mission to the next level.

It was stupid, really, but it was a start. If I were to seduce her I had to know her, I was only interested in three simple questions.

One, I had to know the extent of her power. It was of my and Aro's personal benefit. My benefit was because well, I had to know what exactly I saw. Could she show people their own thoughts and projected them into images, or did she come up with that little scene all on her own? I had to know what I was up against.

The second question was eating me up inside since the moment she arrived. Why here, why did she come here? I had thought that it was because of selfish reasoning, or perhaps she was rebelling against her parents. I was wrong, which had lead me to forget my third question completely.

Renesmee had opened a side of her I had not expected the next day when we were speaking in the throne room. I couldn't handle it, I didn't know how to. I wasn't prepared for the longing look in her brown eyes. Such sadness that it made my chest ache for her. I couldn't understand it, the emotion I was feeling. It was something I hadn't felt in decades. Compassion for another being that was not apart of my coven, and even then I didn't feel it much for them.

Seeing her beautiful eyes water was brutal for me. I felt the need to comfort her and I didn't know why. What was she to me, some girl staying with my family whom I shared a physical connection with? I had to slow things down, not for myself but for her sake. I couldn't understand why, but I cared that much. It was a discomforting emotion, but nevertheless, I had to pace myself.

Forgetting everything around us in that state of mind, Renesmee again asked what the third question was, and honestly? It just wasn't the time for it. The thought of asking it now was disgusting. There was another time and another place for it; this wasn't it.

So, I left her to her thoughts, though not for long. Aro after all wanted to share the good news, that I was her new babysitter. It was his discreet way of having us bond, or rather our build up before the plan takes action.

I was suppose to seduce and sleep with her.

No pressure or anything.

I stepped outside the room for a moment and leaned my back against the double doors, hearing every word from inside. I tilted my head slightly and perched my leg over the other, relaxing.

I was hoping she'd have the same reaction as mine. I wasn't disappointed.

She just laughed at him, as though he was making a silly joke. Her laughter was sweet and innocent, yet at the same time melodious and kind of elegant. But her laughter died down when Aro didn't respond.

"Aro, that really isn't necessary," She began, sounding as horrified about the situation as I had felt. "I'm not weak, I can take care of myself." She did not find his plan amusing at all and I couldn't agree more, though he didn't bother with my protest.

"Renesmee, it's for your own safety. Alec is more then qualified to be your guardian. I wont take no for an answer. Believe me, I know best."

The sound of his voice was more commanding then friendly. I felt kind of bad for leaving Nez in the room by herself, how scared she must feel, heck I felt scared for her, after all Aro could be seen as intermediating by his looks alone.

"Look, Aro… With all respect, I know this will only end badly. I do not want nor will I be stuck with Alec the whole time I'm here. Please, if I have to have a keeper, choose anyone but Alec. Anyone!" She begged, the perfect definition of desperate. "I mean, Felix come on, you'd watch me right? We're buddies!"

For a moment I thought Aro was going to give up on his ideas. I was waiting for it when suddenly I glanced up and at the corner of my eye and saw Jane standing in from of me. Her hands were crossed behind her back, and there was a malicious smile on her porcelain face.

"What happened with the Science Experiment?" She asked, glancing at the door. I rolled my eyes and started walking away from her. Of course she followed, being the little pest that she was. I loved her, but sisters are sisters, right?

"So, how is the plan coming along, does she hate you yet? Because t be honest, I'm getting bored."

"Well, I think Aro has other plans for her." I said.

There was a pause, and I heard a chuckle.

"Oh, you mean him wanting you to seduce her? I thought about that, and you know, that could work to our advantage."

I raised an eyebrow, stopped walking and turned to look at her.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I knew my sister had her motives, she would use anything she could.

She smirked.

"C'mon, its classic. Seduce her, sleep with her, break her little heart and she'll run away. Then that's where I would come in. Its perfect, better than our original plan by far."

Ours? I didn't remember me having any say in this little plan. I didn't have say in anything that was happening lately. Where was my say? Apparently it didn't exist anymore.

I sighed loudly, I just wanted her to go away. I didn't have the patience for her right now. She made it sound so simple.

Sleep with her.

No big deal, right? But it was a big deal, a huge deal. Because she didn't realize in all her brilliantness that I wanted to, it had been all I could think about. But I wasn't going to tell her that, of course, I hadn't gotten to that point in my insanity. To confide in my sister would be like confiding in the devil himself, there would be no point. It would only cause problems. I just had to confide in myself in all my misery.

I wanted Renesmee Cullen, I needed help.

"Sleep with her?" I asked, surprised Jane was actually on board with the idea.

"Well, maybe that's going a bit to far. Aro wants you to do that but that doesn't mean I want you to. I don't think you would lower yourself to that. I mean, could you imagine?" She started laughing, as my eyes narrowed.

You have no idea how many times I have imagined it in the last twenty-four hours of my existence, sister. The number alone would baffle you.

"What?" She snapped, reading the expression on my face.

"Listen, I'm kind of busy, and I don't have time to play along with your little games at the moment. I'll talk to you later." I said through my teeth. I walked away from her once more, this time she didn't follow, she only scoffed. I often enjoyed putting her through misery, but right now I was annoyed with her. It was none of her business what Renesmee and I did, in the bed or out.

"Don't think I'm going to give up on this. I will get rid of her, and you are going to help me." She called, but I only kept walking, leaving her and her selfishness.

I envy people with normal sisters, some what.

I couldn't push Renesmee and the look on her face when she was talking about finding herself without the influence of others out of my mind. I pitied her, though I shouldn't have. It was just a part of me wondered if she was going to find what she was looking for here. I doubted it. I mean, who was going to help her with that exactly, me? What a joke.

Walking down the now familiar halls I was once again pulled into her room. She was still talking to Aro, or rather fighting him on her behalf, so it wasn't like she wasn't going to notice anything right away.

"Hmm…" I inhaled deeply as I opened the door.

Her scent was everywhere. It was so intoxicating that it made my mouth water. I looked about the room and noticed two things.

One, she didn't make the bed, which was fine with me. That was where the scent was mostly coming from. I couldn't even to be describe it, it was so luscious. The second thing I noticed was that she had clothes were laying everywhere. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she had lived here for years. It was kind of gross in a way, but it didn't bother me.

After a moment of snooping, I sat in a chair and closed my eyes, surrounding myself in her scent. I could stay there forever in it, which was of course a bad idea.

I quickly glanced around until finally my eyes were setting on a tiny object on her dresser, with headphones attached to it.

An Ipod would be my guess, but it wasn't like I own one to tell the difference.

In vamp speed I picked it up and pressed a button with my thumb. It glowed, and words like: 'music' and 'album' appeared before my eyes. I smirked.

What does she listen to when I'm not around?

So, I just pressed play and plugged the earphones in my ears. How I must look ridiculous wearing these things. I didn't know how someone could keep wearing them; they were annoying. Out of pure curiosity, I started looking through her songs, reading the titles. Some were completely pointless.

"Boom Boom Pow?" I whispered, feeling my lips curl in. I wondered if it would made more sense if I spoke it aloud, and as I suspected, it didn't. Actually, there were many like these. Ridiculous, was this all that she listened to, music that had no meaning? I was too scared to listen to any of them.

Just when I was about to put it down, I spotted a title that caught my attention.

Come On Closer.

I debated whether or not I should try to listen to it. It seemed normal enough though, and something inside of me just wanted to listen, I didn't know why. So against my better judgment, I reluctantly pressed the play button.

The music started out; it had a sort of seductive sound to it. The beating was repeating themselves rhythmically, slowly but increasing to the music. As much as I just wanted to rip the earphones out of my ears, which was a lot, I couldn't. It felt like the earphones were physically attached to my ears and there was no possible way to set them free from myself. I was in a trance.

So, I waited for the lyrics to begin, but once they came, I really wish I hadn't. I was regretting ever coming into this room, and ever picking up the Ipod. Hell, I even wished that Renesmee had never brought it with her to begin with. Because if I had thought my emotions were bad before, then now they would only be described as much worse.

It was a woman singing, as I predicted. I couldn't imagine a man singing this song, the though was actually a little disturbing.

But that wasn't the point, the point was the way this woman sounded as she sang. It was just the way her voice sounded, along with the music, and most of all what she was saying.

Come on closer, I wanna show you, what I'd like to do.

You sit back now, just relax now, I'll take care of you.

Okay, this song indeed had gotten my attention, much to my dismay. The longer I listened to the words, the more I wondered why Renesmee tortured herself. Why did she allow herself to get drawn into what only to be lead up to being alone? Probably the same reason why I couldn't stop. It was like I was torturing myself, and I couldn't step away. I just waited to see what she was going to say next. It was all so captivating in the sexual sort of way. I was doomed to have this song forever in my head. Figures.

Hot temptations, sweet sensations, infiltrating through.

Sweet sensations, hot temptations, running over you.

As the song played, I felt my jaw drop and then close into a thin line. I closed my eyes to concentrate. My whole body was tensing up, and my mind was wandering to Renesmee. I pictured her swaying with the music, her hips rotating to the beat, her hair swinging into her pale, beautiful face. I could see now why she listened to this, it was to free herself. But it just wasn't the song, it was the fact that it was describing things that was going on, in my own body. It was somehow making it expand and forming into something I couldn't recognize. The need burning underneath my core.

Gonna take it slow, babe. Do it my way. Keep your eyes on me.

Your reaction, to my action, is what I want to see.

This song was my current state of mind, how is that? I had many reactions to her actions, and I'm pretty sure it's what she was wanting to see. Like when she showed me her little fantasy, was this her inspiration to torture me? Is this where she learned her tricks?

I was rapidly beginning to hate the woman who wrote this, and yet loved her at the same time. I never knew a girl could captivate a man's urges so perfectly. Though here it was, playing in my cold ears. I just wasn't sure how much more I could handle. I was strong wasn't I? I can stay in control, I'll just have to never listen to this song again, nor bring it up to the Cullen girl.

Rhythmic motions, raw emotions, infiltrating through.

It was probably a good thing I stopped the music when I did, in fact I didn't question it. because as soon as I pressed stop I heard the door open. I quickly yanked the earphones out and stuck the Ipod in my pocket, too quick for Renesmee to see thanks to my ability to move swiftly.

I turned around and looked at her, but not in the eye. No, my mind was in far too deep for that. I could still hear the song playing in my ears. I tried to focus all my concentration on Renesmee's face but failed horribly. My eyes found her tiny, fragile waist. moving along her body and I wasn't disappointed. After a moment of standing perfectly still for at least five moments with Renesmee's hostile glare adding to the pressure, she finally spoke.

"You." She declared, folding her arms across her chest, which was where my eyes of course followed. But I looked back up to her face, keeping myself in control, though it felt impossible.

"That's the second time you've called me that today." I stated, remembering when I met her in the throne room only about forty-five minutes ago. I never thought that word could sound more like an insult than in that moment. Clearly I was mistaken, because Renesmee Cullen was using it as one, as if I was the insult myself. Oh yeah, she hatred for me was now at a whole new level thanks to Aro's planning. I should really learn to thank him for this added bonus.

"There really isn't any other way to describe you. You're just…you." She grimaced, looking me up and down slowly, like she was studying everything she disliked about me. Though she way she looked was as if she was searching for something she was liking.

"Well, that sounds a bit boring. I like to think of myself as, oh I don't know, charming. Perhaps alluring, good look-"

"You think too much of yourself then, because I don't see those things at all." She smirked slightly, sending death glares in my direction. Deep down I truly believed that if Renesmee had the strength and the power, not to mention a grantee way of living, she would have tried to kill me. She'd do it wait a smile on her lovely face too. Though I feared nothing. As I smiled softly and stepped closer to her, her body instantly stiffened, turning into a statue.

"Well, I don't exactly think that's true." I said in a low voice, lowering my face to hers.

We were so close that by the looks of our shadows, we were like one body. I could feel her warmth again; I welcomed it, hell I needed it. It felt so heavenly against me. She didn't fool me for one minute if she thought that I was that clueless.

I stood there, not getting any closer, and looked deep into her eyes. She bit her lip and closed her them. Her heart jumped as I knew it would.

"And why is that?" She said in a shaken voice, stepping back.

"Hmm…It might have something to do with the fact that your heart is beating ten times faster, and if I'm not mistaken, you seem to be blushing." I said, in almost an whisper, now bearing a smirk of my own, my face was just inches from her. Her big brown eyes were sending holes in me. I had to stop breathing, it was a uncomforting feeling but it kept me in check of what my mission was.

I had her, yet again. She looked down at her feet, hiding her face now that I knew was still red. She was embarrassed.

"You're wrong."

"Am I?" I questioned, starting to circle her. She still faced the ground, not looking up at me, afraid that I would see the pink color that was rising to her cheeks.

"Yes."

"Well, we're going to be spending a lot of time together. Maybe over time you'll change your mind about me, but I still think your just denying your…wants." I whispered in her ear.

She tilted her head and raised a eye brow.

"I want only one thing," She said simply, brushing her hair behind her ear as she normally did. I looked at her puzzled expecting the, 'another guardian' retinue that she'd given Aro. If she thought I hadn't fought for my own personal freedom she was sadly mistaken.

She didn't say anything, she just simply smiled, showing all of her prefect little teeth.

My patience was growing thin, I didn't want to play this game anymore. In fact I wanted to get out of the room, but before I could even get to the door I heard her speak.

"I want to ask you three questions."

Oh, this can't be good.


Writer's Note: Not much progressing story wise in this chapter, but that's why there will be a next chapter to get into the good stuff! ;D ANYWAYS! Hope you enjoy! Please review! Thanks! :)

~IITM