All vampires in the room stilled, ears straining, a cascade of different expressions crossing their faces, for most of the Cullens, it was a mixture of shock and worry. Lora rolled her eyes while Sam stiffened to impossible amount of rigidness. Jake frowned and Nessa giggled, shocked her hearing could extend that far considering her half human nature. Tory, the lone human, glanced around the room in confusion, "What's wrong?" She asked, studying the growing tension in the room in response to her question.
But Sam flew from her seat, clearly uncomfortable. Her red eyes were bleeding into black and she gave a steely glance of warning to her mate not to follow her. As the door clicked behind her, she heard Lora say bluntly, "Your sister just spread her legs to the solemn king." The mate bond writhed in her, demanding her to stop with the petty sense of jealously that overwhelmed her. Damn her lack of control! Carlisle had warned her of the first year, of the mood swings and how easily she could get caught up in the well of emotions and senses that deepened as a vampire. She loved Lora, truly, but the thought of her Radimaze fucking an ancient one, a shadow of a man, threw her into a rage.
She wound her way through the maze that was the castle, attempting to be far away from the carnal sounds she had previously heard. She kept a human pace, as to not arouse suspicion from the cloaked vampires of the Volturi. Yet after a moment, clumsy, human footsteps sounded, bare feet padding along in a hurry, heading straight for her. Sam recognized the soft, sweet scent that reminded her of spiced apples and instead of fleeing like she knew she should, she stopped and waited. From her vantage point around the corner, she could see the three kings in the flash that the door opened, Marcus upright in his bed, sheet fallen to his waist and looking more alive than what had ever been described of him, while Caius and Aro stood in a half circle before him, lips curled in half snarls. Eliza had opened the door, clothed in nothing but what Sam could smell to be Marcus's cloak. She drowned in it, but it was no doubt the first thing she thought to put on, to cover her naked body and flee. The tension was palpable as Eliza weakly said, "I should...go…" Her face was crimson, her usually sleek hair an absolute mess, as though fingers had been laced through the locks, no doubt tugged upon, as Sam used to, eager for the little whimpers that came from Eliza when they were both still human, when they would make love as Eliza had just to Marcus.
Sam slipped back when she saw Eliza head her way, putting enough distance so that when Eliza reached her they would be far enough away as to not be easily heard by the three kings, whom no doubt would be thoroughly distracted with one another at this point. Eliza rounded the corner and Sam allowed her to run into her, as if it were an accident that Sam was there. When their bodies collided, she sucked in a breathe, as if to seem surprised, yet rage filled her. Eliza's scent was soaked through with that of Marcus's, it riddled her flesh and clung to her, causing Sam to crinkle her nose in disgust. Why was she jealous? She loved Lora, in a way that did not match what she and Eliza had, yet the human in her cried fowl.
"Jesus!" Eliza's heart pounded in her chest, she was clearly surprised and it made Sam want to sink her teeth into the human's neck. "Sam, fuck, you scared the shit out of me!" Always one with a mouth, just as Sam remembered her to be. Her human memories were like the old photo albums her mom had inherited from generations before, cloudy, scratched and barely visible. Yet with vampiric eyes, Sam saw Elizabeth in a new light, in HD. When she first saw her, she was amazed by how beautiful she was for a human, yet now she saw what Marcus had done. The slight bruise on her neck, a hickey forming, the mussed hair that frizzes out around her, the smell of other bruising forming from his harsh touch. Bella had told Sam about how she and Edward had slept together on their honeymoon, how bruised and battered she was, and it seemed Eliza how stood similar, perhaps to a slightly lesser extent.
Sam sniffed, looking down at Eliza, eyes narrowed, "Perhaps you should watch where you're going then." She purposely looked over Eliza with scathing glance, "Especially when dressed like that." The cloak was the darkest shade of black, revealing to a vampiric eye that it was that of a king's. The Volturi used shading to define the pecking order, to the point that a human would only be able to tell the greyer shade from the black, when in reality there were many shades that only a keen sight could reveal. "Rumor has it a vampire had to drain two humans before his arm would attach properly."
Eliza flinched, confining that Demetri had in fact dismembered someone for touching her. Sam was toeing a dangerous line, but her indignant rage still bubbled inside her, so she pressed on. "Half the castle heard you, you know. Fucking him." Her teeth flashed, revealing fangs, eyes turning darker by the second.
"What?" Eliza squeaked, realizing clouding her face. "Oh…" Her lips pursed, expression turning sheepish.
"Yeah, nice one." Sam replied, surprising herself with how much she enjoyed the embarrassment Eliza was feeling the shame. But suddenly, Eliza looked at her, studied her, the way she seemed so pleased and her temper flared.
"Are you….are you fucking slut shaming me right now?" The spark in Eliza's eyes burst into life, reminding Sam of how she would debate on the oppression of women and minorities, how quickly she came to the defense of the oppressed. "Wow…."
"You've known him what, a day? It's not slut shaming if you're acting like a slut!" Words spewed from her, things that should have remained thoughts but came forward on their own accord. "Jesus, Radimaze, we didn't sleep together until what, three weeks in? A month?"
Eliza's heart beat faster, teasing the burning in Sam's throat. Both women had balled their hands into fists at this point, unaware that they had done so. Suddenly, Eliza closed her eyes, squeezing them closed with over exaggerated concentration, lips pursed. "What are you doing?" Sam growled, scoffing slightly.
"Trying to reverse time so I can fuck him again, just to piss you off!" Eliza bit back, opening her eyes just to curl her lip and poke Sam in the chest, "Hell, I might go back for round two just so you know how fucking good the sex was!"
"My mom once said you'd leave me for a man, I guess she was right, you did for three." Sam said, practically in Eliza's face. Her parents' rejection of her sexuality still stung, an open wound festering.
"Fuck you! I didn't leave you, you let me think you were dead!" Eliza replied, shaking with rage, "And don't tell me you haven't fucked that Spanish bitch!"
Sam rolled her eyes before yelling back, "She's Dominican! And yes, I have, is that what you want to hear? I fucked my fucking mate! My only mate, at least I can make up my mind in that regard!"
Eliza threw her hands in the air in frustration, "Fuck! You act like I chose this! Do you think I want to be here? You were the one who wanted to go abroad, you convinced me to apply for the teaching program with you! I don't even speak Italian!" She stepped closer, intending to scream in Sam's face, causing the vampire to stiffen as her scent, the smell of the blood pounding with rage beneath her flesh, raised the hackles of her instincts. "If you hadn't of pressured me to come, I would be in La Push right now, not being hailed as the Queen of the Damned!"
Sam didn't move, she barely registered Eliza's words. 'Feed….feed….bite her….' Newborn instincts hissed, she struggled to keep still, eyes black as pitch. Eliza was right in her face, huffing with indignation, blood pumping, Sam's eyes flicked to her neck, rage coursing. Eliza was wearing a Volturi crest, a collar of ownership practically. Sam sucked in a breath in attempt to calm herself but it only allowed the sweet scent on Eliza's skin—muddled with that of Marcus's, a claim laid—to push her ever closer to simply tearing into the human's neck, destroying the rage, jealousy and thirst that threatened to consume her.
She moved to strike, yet the moment her fangs curled over her lips…. "Pain." The word was so soft, Eliza did not even catch it, only heard the howl that Sam released as she collapsed to the floor. Even turning did not hurt this much, ever molecule of her being was burning so much hotter, a vampire's pain instead of a human's.
"Jesus, Jane! Stop!" Eliza panicked from above her, Sam writhing as she was picked up by the neck and slammed against the wall. Her knees buckled, dragging on the floor as Jane pinned her in place. There was hunger in her eyes, a small, demonically angelic face piercing her soul, Jane was half rabid.
"She was going to feed on you." Jane spoke not to Sam, but to Eliza, though her gaze never wavered. The pain increased suddenly, an overwhelming agony that caused her to scream brokenly, mouth twisting without a sound. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Newborns are so...idiotic in nature."
Sam could not speak, could not even open her eyes over the crashing waves of fire that stung her entire body, her soul even cowered.
"I said stop, Jane!" Eliza had steel in her voice, but her knees quaked together, revealing her fear. Weakly, she whispered something that had been said by the Kings to those in the guard before, "That's an order...Jane." The pain receded almost immediately as Jane released her vice grip. She flitted before Elizabeth, head tilted in a childish way that might have been cute if not so terrifying.
"So you give orders now." Jane smiled, no teeth but still sharp, "I almost ate you too, you know, before my master's claimed you as theirs." Jane sniffed at her, a bit too close for the human's comfort. "One more so than the others…." Elizabeth took a shaking breath and nodded.
There was silence for a moment, stretching out until Eliza broke it, "Will you take me to my room, where my clothes are? I'd like to shower." She frowned, glancing between the two sets of black eyes, "And then, um….go feed. Like, on a child molestor or a murderer or something, both of you."
A tinkling bell of a laugh erupted from Jane, surprising Sam with the childish innocence it held. "My masters have forbidden me to feed on humans for a few days. Yet I still seem to hold myself in your company better than her." Jane flicked her eyes to Sam, who curled her lip and slowly rose from the floor.
"I'll talk to them, it'll be fine. I won't have Tory at risk of being bitten aga—of being bitten at all, from either of you." Eliza stuttered, causing Sam to wonder. If what had been said about her ex was true, Eliza had loops in her timeline, moments that only occurred for her, had Sam bitten Tory and Eliza reversed time? She shuddered at the thought, though recognized it was possible, she had almost bitten Eliza just now after all.
"As you wish….my Queen." Jane forced the words from her mouth, that much was clear. Though displeased with the obedience she was forced to give, she did seem pleased with the prospect of feeding from human flesh. Jane pinned her in place with a glare. "Stay here, then we'll go." She motioned for Eliza to follow her, down the twisting paths of the castle to where her clothes and other things resided, Sam watched them, a feeling of dread sinking into her growling stomach.
A/N:
Yo guys! I was falling asleep the other night and had this half dream, half musing of Sam reacting to Eliza sleeping with Marcus, so I wanted to write a chapter in her point of view. Sorry the updates are so erratic, I moved from California to Spain a few months ago so life has been hectic. Please review so I know people are still reading and tell me what you think!!!