For the first week Bella was in Italy, she spent most of her time redesigning her bedroom, and it now looked completely different that it had on her first night. The biggest change, and what was probably her favorite, was the fireplace. She absolutely did not like the mantle or the hearth, and when she asked about them being removed, she was told it was no problem, but not until after Aurora came and went.
And she showed up exactly when she said she would.
During the session, Demetri had lounged on Bella's bed with a book, more for her comfort than anything else. The older female wouldn't do anything to the infant, and Demetri knew it, but Bella didn't, so to keep her from getting too wound up, he agreed to stay when asked to.
Over the hour she was there, Aurora didn't just take Bella's measurements, she actually sat down and sketched out different designs and cuts, showing them Bella since she would be the one wearing them, and let her have more say than Demetri had ever seen the seamstress give anyone. She also pulled out different materials and color swatches of what she had on hand, but insisted if Bella wanted something she didn't, she could get it and make the jacket without a delay in delivering the others. By the time she left, and after Demetri's assurance Bella really could have whatever, and however many, she wanted, with the singular exception of a solid black floor length jacket of course, an order was placed for eight in various cuts, materials, and colors.
When she had them, Aurora handed Demetri a copy of Bella's measurements, which he passed on to Rachel, along with his credit card, with the order to fill Bella's closet with everything from clothing to just lounge around in to a more upscale wardrobe and sent her to Florence where the selections would be vastly larger than what was offered in Volterra. While the latter part of the request made Bella grunt, she didn't say a word about it. Even as a human she had dress clothes, and she assumed that, eventually, jeans and a t-shirt wouldn't cut it as far as appropriate attire went for the given circumstance. That was also the time Bella got to pick the color scheme of her room, and when she said she wanted purples, silver, and black, Rachel said she would look around and see what she could find in those colors for bedding and accent pieces.
Once those chores were seen to, Demetri called in Felix to give him a hand with the fireplace. It hadn't taken the two very long to remove the '70's nightmare', as Bella had called the casing, but when she discovered that under the sheets of firerock was the original stone, she squealed loud enough to actually cause Felix to drop the hammer in his hand. Though he knew the answer before he asked, Demetri made sure she didn't want the stone covered back over. She didn't, so they left the original fireplace exposed, and since they were there, both Demetri and Felix went ahead and became her hands to arrange the room how she wanted it once the mess from the fireplace was cleaned up.
Since the room had gone unused for so long, there wasn't really a lot to move around, but it was then Demetri discovered his little charge was fucking picky. One request from her got a raised brow from him and dirty look from Felix. He understood where she was coming from when it came to the fact that once the two of them left she was stuck with whatever she had until time could be found to fix it, but Christ. He also had to admit it wasn't completely her fault. He and his Second misunderstood what she asked for and ended up making more work for themselves, but when they saw how happy she was with the result, both just smiled at her excitement.
They moved the vanity from the wall between the closet and bathroom doors, putting her bed there so it faced the fireplace instead of the balcony doors. The vanity took the wall where the bed was, and that was where the miscommunication came in. She had asked for the mirror to be removed because she didn't want it, and asked for shelves because she was going to use the vanity for a desk instead of a vanity since there was one in the bathroom and she didn't need two. As it turned out, she only meant for three, maybe four shelves directly above the 'desk', but they took her to mean she wanted an entire shelving unit that took up the entire wall... which is what they gave her.
Before the two men had started the project, Rachel had called Demetri to ask about the bedding, and he called her back on a video call, gave his phone to Bella, and sent her to his room so she could visually pick out what she wanted instead of going off a worded description. Since Rachel had the one she was shopping for on the phone, she used it to her advantage and showed Bella around the store she was in to find out if there was anything else the newborn wanted while she was there.
Bella did call out to Demetri about a couple of things before she told Rachel she wanted it, not wanting to get in trouble because it wasn't her money she was spending, but when he called back to her after the third question 'I'm busy; get whatever the fuck you want', it was with a slight glare on her face at his tone she went ahead and told Rachel to get her the two thousand dollar furnishing set that consisted of a chaise lounge, two chairs, and oval table in black suede. Once she also passed on to find a purple rug as close to the color of the bedding as she could find, along with more of the decorative silver pillows she picked out for her bed, Bella hung up and went back to her room to give Demetri back his phone, and that was when the mistake over the shelving was discovered.
As it turned out, she did have to come clean about the lounging set when she was asked what she planned to do with the rather large expanse of open floor in front of the balcony. In the face of the emotionless expression she was given when she told him it was taken care of already, she gulped before reminding him he did tell her she could get whatever the fuck she wanted, which was backed up by a snickering Felix. After cutting a glare to Felix, Demetri just shook his head. It wasn't the money she spent he cared about. He was fully aware of the fact he would be spending several thousand dollars that day. He didn't care. His concern lied in whether or not what she picked out would actually fit since no measurements were taken, and she picked the shit out, out of spite to his tone. However, he let it go because only time would tell.
Not so much to his shock, but slightly to Bella's, his concerns turned out to not be unfounded. When the set was delivered, it was larger than Bella thought it was since she only saw it through a phone camera, and Rachel didn't know how much room she had to work with, so it ended up needing to be returned for something similar, but smaller. However, Bella was actually happier with the change, so when it was put in place, it completed her room for the time being since Demetri told her she would have to wait a while before he had the time to remodel her bathroom. She had decided she basically wanted an exact replica of his, with different colored tiles, and that was a four day project he didn't currently have the time to do. He did place the order for the materials, though.
Also over that first week, Demetri had been given a lot of latitude when it came to the part of his job that included overseeing the training of the guard; at least in Aro's opinion, which gave Caius no small amount of entertainment. Though it was made perfectly clear Demetri was Bella's primary guardian, he had been pretty firm in her choosing a secondary he could leave her with, that he trusted, when his time was otherwise occupied. Demetri had been taken slightly off guard when she chose Caius, but not so much as when he spoke to the youngest ruler and said ruler agreed. However, when Caius found out just how much Demetri's absence from the training chamber annoyed Aro, Caius made himself busy with other things so he couldn't babysit at the drop of a hat. By Aro's own laws, Demetri's top priority was the infant, and with newborn's inherent skittishness around a large number of bodies, Aro could do nothing but basically sulk and stew in his annoyance.
He wasn't even safe from the taunting when it came to his own mate, though Sulpicia was slightly more subtle about it. It hadn't taken more than a couple of hours for what happened the day the newborn arrived to reach her ears, and she was actually quite fond of the fact someone finally stood up against Aro and his overly intrusive ways. She knew her mate couldn't help himself, and there was quite the excitement going on at the time, but still, even she agreed he should have known better than to attempt to touch the young lady without even so much as prior warning. Then again, she wasn't positive Demetri wouldn't have responded the same even had Aro revealed himself. From the rumors she had been hearing, Demetri's level of viciousness when it came to the girl had not waned in the passing days, and was on par with a male protecting his injured mate, so it was more likely Aro was lucky to even be alive.
The forming relationship between the two since Bella arrived in Italy two weeks ago was merely speculation to everyone but Marcus, who was paying very close attention to the bond between them. Whether or not either one acted on their feelings, that Marcus didn't know, but he could say with positivity whichever one made the first move would certainly not be disappointed with the reaction of the other. Feelings were wholehearted mutual, and he actually felt sorry for anyone that attempted to come between them.
Everyone knew the schedule Demetri stuck to when it came to feeding his charge, and it was during those times he was most interested in how their bond was progressing. Knowing full well the child was unable to bite her prey and needed to be fed if she was going to eat, every eight hours like clockwork, a smile would form on Marcus' lips as the thread that connected the tracker and the newborn became tighter and brighter.
It was those moments Bella found herself most looking forward to over the course of the day. She wasn't sure if Demetri Pavlov'ed her or something, but there was always a certain look in his eyes before the simple question of 'hungry?' that made her very, very excited; even before the word was said. At no point did she ever actually pay attention to how long she went between feedings; she just knew she was fed one human, three times a day because, since she was hand fed, very little of the human's blood didn't end up in her belly, so it was plenty. If by chance it wasn't, she could finally stomach the taste of bagged blood enough to supplement her diet if she had to... and there were days she did. Demetri did his best to keep her days as excitementless as possible to avoid her getting overstimulated, because her getting overstimulated led to her having a fit. She couldn't help it. She wasn't even a month old. Everyone knew it came with the territory of being an infant, so the emotionally driven meltdowns were ignored and forgotten once the mess she made was cleaned up.
However, as the days passed, Bella started to draw out how long it took her to drain the human, because she discovered the longer it took her to eat, the longer she got to spend wrapped up in Demetri's arms. At first, she had tried to get Demetri to let her hold the body, which he did, but no matter much she tried, she couldn't keep it at the same angle he did that prevented the blood from leaking from the hole in the back of her mouth. Each time she tired, he always had to take back over and hold it for her because she would give up. After the fourth feeding Demetri took back over for her, she stopped asking and just let him hold her meal from the start.
As the number of feedings progressed, not only did she start to draw it out, she also started inching backwards; a fact that Demetri was not oblivious to. How the fuck could he be? There was a good forearm length between them when he took over her care, and now, she was actually leaning against him as she ate. In no way did he mind, he just adjusted accordingly. He also wasn't unaware she was taking longer and longer with each feeding. However, he enjoyed feeding her as much as she enjoyed being fed by him, so he said nothing. He did find it amusing she thought she was slick, though.
When Bella finally released the neck of the long dead human, Demetri tossed the body off to the side to be disposed of later, but before she could move, he dropped his arms over his thighs and laced his fingers together, keeping his little charge in place. When she looked up at him, he let out a hard sigh and looked down at her. "I... have things I have to do today, so unfortunately, I won't be able to entertain you for a few hours. Do you think you can behave, or do I need to deliver you to Caius?"
Nose wrinkling, Bella puckered her lips. "Define behave."
A half smirk pulled at Demetri's lips as a brow rose. Dipping his head, he set his forehead against hers, his voice becoming a whisper. "You should know what I expect of you by now, Neos. Do I really need to answer that?"
For the fact Bella had a problem with venom overproduction, her mouth went shockingly dry at how close Demetri was to her. Upon discovering the downside to her decision of closing the distance between her body and Demetri's during feeding time and finding herself with nowhere to go for some distance, she tried to swallow, but found her throat clogged. What made things even worse was she could clearly see the asshole knew exactly what he was doing.
Clearing her throat as best she could, she turned away slightly, her voice both wavered and kinda squeaked. "Um.. nn... no. No, I think I got it."
Leaning toward her, Demetri ran the tip of his nose up the back of Bella's jaw, a chuckle rumbling in his chest at the tremor he felt dance down her spine. Unclasping his hands, he lifted one, using the side of a finger to gently turn her back to looking at him, his other hand settling on her stomach. Slowly, gliding the bridge of his nose along the tip of Bella's, Demetri's already normally deep voice going slightly more so. "You don't sound so sure, Agapimenos."
There was literally no describing the noise that came out of Bella's throat. She couldn't believe he was right there like he was. What was she supposed to do? What did he want her to do? What did she want to do? What did she want him to do?
Her head was swimming, and she felt like she was drowning in his smoldering eyes. She, however, did know she had a whimper in her voice when she was finally able to push it past her lips. "I uh..." When he once again had a chuckle at her expense, she tried again, but she couldn't get an ounce of volume in her voice so it came out breathless and airy. "You're a fucker."
Demetri slid the backs of his fingers along Bella's jaw line, cupping her face and lightly brushing the pad of his thumb across her scarred cheek. "Flattery will get you nowhere, psihi mou."
Once again feeling her mouth go dry halfway down her throat, Bella's lips trembled. Since the woods of Northern Washington, she had always found a certain level of comfort in Demetri's scent, but right now, as it surrounded her, she felt high on it, and there was a clear swoon in her voice when she found it. "You still find compliments in the strangest shit."
A soft hum tickled the back of Demetri's throat. "Or, I don't care what you call me, because..." Dipping his head, he allowed his lips to brush her's as he spoke. "I find you the compliment."
She how no idea how a body made of stone was able to melt, but there she was; a puddle of jello in a Bella shaped mold. Whether it was his words or his actions, she didn't know that either. In his arms, she wasn't angry and just short of losing her temper. The emptiness that had always been there wasn't as much of a void, and she wasn't indescribably lonely anymore.
In his eyes, nothing mattered. He didn't look at her like everyone else did, with a spark of... she didn't know if it was pity, fear, or disgust in their eyes, but none of those emotions were ever in his.
Others made clearly conscious, deliberate decisions to actively avoid her as a whole or at the very least, avoid anything to do with what brought her there in the first place, and it was without comprehension painful when she could see someone coming toward her, watch them look right at the slashes on her face, turn around, and walk away. The most clear case of that was when she was with Caius and someone came to talk to him. It was fine until she turned to look to see who it was, and they actually took a step back before excusing themselves from the room.
Demetri didn't do anything like that. He didn't avoid them or act like they weren't there. He didn't necessarily seek them out, but he did get slightly annoyed with her when she tried to cover them. He said it was because when he spoke to someone, he prefered to see their face. There was also the tender way he would caress her scarred cheek when she got upset when someone pulled some stupid shit. He always told her she had nothing to be ashamed of before asking her if she wanted him to kick their ass. It would give her a giggle and make her feel better, but to this point, she hadn't taken him up on the offer. She didn't need to, because she knew he went ahead and did it anyway.
She didn't know what came over her in that moment. She had no idea why she thought it was a good idea, but she couldn't stop herself; not that she tried very hard. When his lips made the slightest contact with hers when he spoke, all she had to do was angle her chin a millimeter and she sealed her own against his.
The smallest of moans from Bella's throat at the firmer contact was overshadowed by the growl that came Demetri's. For a fraction of a moment, Bella thought she fucked up in a big way, but that fear was just as quickly squashed when the hand on her stomach pulled her closer, holding her tighter, and the hand that was on her cheek slipped into her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands.
There were certain limitations from the claw injury to the bone of Bella's jaw, but it didn't stop Demetri from taking over the kiss. Just because it wasn't possible currently to deepen it, didn't mean in the slightest that it didn't get heated. When it did end, Bella found herself looking into pitch black eyes.
Just like Bella didn't try and stop herself from going for that kiss, Demetri made no attempt to speak without a growl to his voice. "First, I'm going to make you healthy. Then, I'm going to make you mine.
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Whistling a random tune as he bounded down the steps to the catacombs, there was a slight extra bounce to Demetri's step. He was in a spectacular mood, and he was quite willing to murder anyone that tried to change that. The protection Caius had inadvertently given the Cullens from him was coming to an end, and damn was he all but skipping in anticipation.
Reaching the last step, he pulled a set of keys from his belt, the same tune bouncing off the stone walls around him as he approached the door at the end of the walkway. Unlocking it, he pushed the heavy metal door out of his way, and stepped into the detainment hall. Replacing his keys, he clasped his hands behind his back, but he didn't stop whistling until he passed one of the end cells, pausing a moment before taking two steps backwards and turning his head to look inside. His expression smoothing out, he cocked a brow. "Again?"
The vampire inside the cell looked up at his boss, beseechment in his eyes. "I assure you, Master Demetri, it wasn't intentional."
Humming in the back of his throat, Demetri turned his head the other way, looking at other half of the Dumbass Duo. "I suppose you're going to tell me the same." Getting a quick nod, he sighed and shook his head. "I grow tired of these games, you two. This has past the border of unacceptable."
Turning away from his trouble causing guards, Demetri ignored the other occupants of the cellblock and looked at the Dungeon Master. "Let me see the paperwork on my guards."
Standing from his paper covered desk, Carlos dipped his head low with a 'Master Demetri', to which he received a nod of acknowledgement, and handed over the requested report.
He could feel eyes on him, but Demetri said nothing as he looked at the latest reason Aften and Corin were behind bars. He was positive they thought he was going to override the detainment, but he had no intention to. Picking up a pen, Demetri bent at the waste over the desk, set the paperwork down, and spoke to Carlos as he made the changes. "Let's add another week to their detainment, and halve the feedings." He didn't pausing in what he was doing at the cry of his name, and instead spoke with his head down. "I told you I was tired of the games. This will be your last detainment. If you fuck up again, you're done. Honestly, you two spend more time here than Carlos, and he resides down here. I do not have the time nor the patience to deal with you two acting like children while raising an actual child." Signing his name to the bottom of the pages to approve his own changes, he held the papers out to Carlos with one hand has he grabbed the manifest of the last week and opening it with the other, still not acknowledging the Cullens. He would be dealing with them in a moment.
Carlos seemed to come to life more than Demetri had seen him a while. "So the rumors are true? Congratulations, Master Demetri, on your sirehood."
Still not looking up from what he was looking at, Demetri spoke. "While the sentiment is appreciated, Carlos, now is not the time. Manifest from last week, if you would be so kind."
While the Dungeon Master turned away to grab the book that was requested from him, Demetri wiggled his wrist and over extended his arm, moving his sleeve out of his way and getting his watch where he could see it. Clicking his tongue, he hummed. "Three minutes."
The whole time the tracker was in his sights, Edward never moved his eyes. He watched, getting more and more irate as the moments past without a word from him to anyone he deemed important; namely, his family. Ignoring the hard and fast shaking of Alice's head, Edward growled. "Where's my girlfriend?"
Demetri, once again kept his eyes on what he was doing. "I fail to see how keeping track of your female is anyone's responsibility but you own. Some boyfriend you are."
Edward growled in his throat, baring his teeth when he saw the noise had no effect on the tracker at all. "Do you think you're cute?"
Still not picking his head up, simply reaching out for Carlos' offering, Demetri ran a finger on his other hand down the list of names. "My charge certainly does."
He wasn't sure which pissed him off more; the bastard's aloof attitude, or being disrespected. Snarling, Edward snapped. "Where's Bella, you Son of a Bitch."
Opening the other manifest and comparing one to the other, Demetri's voice remained even and off hand. "I am Isabella's guardian, not her keeper. It is my job and my pleasure to protect and provide, not smother. I do not need to know where she is every moment, nor do I need to catalogue her every movement. However, to answer your very disrespectfully asked question, in her chambers, I would imagine." There was grunt from the tracker before he continued. "Then again, there is also the possibility she is in the hall." It was then Demetri finally turned to look at him, and there was a cat that got the canary smirk on his lips. "She is turning into such a naughty girl."
Edward saw something spark in Demetri's eyes, but all he was getting from his mind was a to-do list that would choke an elephant. Growling again, Edward snarled. "I want to see my girlfriend."
Looking back at the manifests on the desk, Demetri's voice leveled back out. "Ex girlfriend, I believe is the term you're looking for. Generally speaking, when someone wants to kill you, the relationship is over. Regardless, I can assure you that is certainly not going to happen."
"You can't keep her from me."
It was with a hard snort Demetri responded. "Would you like to bet on that? I could use a new instructional dummy for the training grounds. I broke the last one."
Reaching the end of his rope, Edward roared. "She's MINE!"
Finally finding what he was looking for, Demetri picked up the pen he had used before and wrote something on the page of the manifest. His tone never wavered, though. "I beg to differ." Closing the book, he held it out to Carlos, glancing at his watch again when it was revealed. "She's mine."
Grabbing the bars of his cell, Edward was all but drooling in his anger. "Because you stole her from me."
Before anyone knew what happened, there was a loud crash as the front of Edward's body slammed into the cell door, his face smashed against the bars. Demetri's hand was wrapped around his throat, holding the prick in place and got got nose to nose with him. "Your time under the protection of Caius' judgement was over two minutes ago, which means your ass now belongs to me for the next twenty-two years. I suggest you watch your tongue, or I will remove it. I stole nothing. You cannot steal a person for they are not property to own. Make such an insinuation about my charge again and it will be your last mistake."
Pushing hard against Edward's throat, Demetri shoved the vampire back with such force, Edward actually bounced across the cell floor until he slammed into the wall at the other end, the human inside screaming as she attempted to move out of the way.
Looking down his nose with narrowed eyes, Demetri taught Edward the proper way to growl at someone. "Allow me to explain this to you. Stealing insinuates two things, Cullen. The first is something was taken without permission. It was your Head of Coven that called and asked for me, personally, which negates that. The other is that something was taken from your direct possession. Considering I found her outside of the defined border of your marked territory, she certainly was not, so that's out as well. What I did, was rescue an infant I found in the middle of the fucking woods about to have her head taken off by a shifter, that again, your Head of Coven called. Do not sit there and accuse me of something I did not do, Cullen; I will not stand for it. Learn to take responsibility for your own actions or this will be longest two decades of your life. Now, are there any other basic vocabulary words you need me to define?"
When Edward wisely remained silent, Demetri growled in his throat. "You may be used to being an eternal high school student, but do not attempt to pull me into your teenage drama bullshit. I am far too old to give a damn, and you are over a hundred. It is time for you to grow up." With once last huffed growl, Demetri turned away from Edward's cell and back to Carlos, speaking as he went back to the desk. "I need three detainment orders and four transfers." There was no wait for the papers, and Demetri spoke again as he began to fill them out. "My charge's comfort is far more important than theirs, so the three Cullens to the left are staying put until such time as I can figure out what to do with them. If nothing comes to mind, they will remain here for the next eleven months." When he saw Carlos nod, he moved on. "Either on their own or as a group, I truly could not care less, once the four Cullens to the right feed, dress them in white and have them taken to the new arrival barracks until I care enough to assess their worth."
Carlisle, who had remained silent, even through Edward's dressing down, in an attempt to show civility in an attempt to have his request to speak to Aro granted, couldn't hold his tongue at the spoken orders from Demetri. He jolted back as if struck, and gasped. "Feed?"
Dropping his head with a hard sigh, Demetri spoke under his breath, though Carlos heard him. "I am literally surrounded by idiots." Slightly picking up his head, he then flicked his eyes the rest of the way up to Carlos'. "I am beginning to wonder, Carlos, who it is that is actually being punished here."
Nodding in agreement, Carlos crossed his arms. "It is a mystery, Sir."
There was a scoffed snort of 'isn't it' from the tracker as he went back to what he was doing, though he addressed Carlisle against his better judgement. "I have always had a rather large question when it comes to your intelligence, Carlisle, but for the Gods; you cannot be so dense as to not know what the words 'feed' means." Slowly turning his head, he looked at the Cullen elder with a raised brow. "Do we need to have another vocabulary lesson?"
Carlisle grunted, and showed he didn't actually know when to keep his mouth shut. "I know perfectly well what feed means. It was my understanding that after this was over we were to be released. We did not harm anyone so this..."
Demetri cut him off without looking at him. "Then by all means, you self righteous bastard; explain the condition of my charge." After a nearly full thirty seconds of silence, Demetri tsked. "So I thought. And you are being released... into my command. It is hardly my fault you lacked the brain power to ask what that meant. If you had, I'm sure we would not be having this rather infuriating conversation because either you would have had the proper understanding of the position you have found yourself in or you would be dead."
Once his name was scribed at the bottom of the four transfers, he set the pen down, turned around, leaned against the desk, and crossed his arms as he locked his eyes on the stupid asshole. "Allow me to clear things up for you. You are not part of Aro's coven, but an unbelievably unfortunate addition to my guard. You can put your full faith in the fact, I do not want you on it anymore than you want to be on it. I do not trust a single one of you a fraction of how far a human can throw you, and that is something that is relatively important considering others will be putting their lives in your hands and I don't think you capable of keeping a pet rock alive. However, since it was not my decision, and it came from above my head, I will be spending every moment of your service making it as difficult as I am fucking able. Why, you might ask? Because I can."
Pausing long enough to light a cigarette, Demetri took a deep drag and blew the smoke out through his nose. "Now, allow me to take this time to clear up a few more things for you. I am in charge. I do not make requests or suggestions; I give orders. I expect those orders to be followed to a 'T' and in a timely fucking manner. I do not tolerate insubordination and punishment for it is swift and severe. You will address me as Sir or Master Demetri. Anything else will result in the removal of some body part, and whatever it is I remove will remain in my possession until you learn to address me properly. This is not up for debate or negotiation. I do not have a solitary fuck to give about who you think you are. For the next twenty-two years, you are who I say you are, and I give a nonexistent shit about your feelings. If you do not believe me, ask my guards who share your block.
"Rank is earned around here, not given simply because you think you deserve it due to some ridiculous superiority complex you have no right to have. You are better than no one else on their first day as a guard. I have seventeen six month olds who hold a position to tell you what to do. I suggest you find your appetite so you can swallow your overabundant pride and make your peace with that. If I find out you are not following your superior's commands, you will follow mine whether you like it or not, and it will be then you find out just how many things are worse than being a vampire.
"You, no matter what you might think to the contrary, are not human. You will either act like the vampires you are, or you will not last long. Something you will want to keep in mind is I am under no obligation to ensure your survival. I don't care who you're friends with, you will receive no special treatment from anyone. If there is any attempt to try and use a fleeting past here against my guards to get them to bow down to you, not only will I beat the literal shit out of you, I will laugh in your face as I do it. If your foolishness puts any of my guards in harm's way, I will kill you, and no relationship with Aro will stop me.
"Now, just so no one can say they were not warned." For the next bit, he looked Edward dead in the eyes as he brought his cigarette to his lips. "So help any of you that are caught anywhere near Isabella. By the time I'm done with the offending party, not only will they wish it was easier to die, but I will make them regret the day their mother made the decision not to suck their daddy's dick instead."
A sinister grin pulled at Demetri's lips then. Turning to Carlisle, he placed the butt of his cigarette between his teeth, and chuckled. "I have one last misunderstanding to clear up for you." Wrapping his lips around the butt, he took his last hit, dropped the smoke, stomped it out and crosses his arms. "I am not a caterer, and this isn't a buffet. You will eat what is provided, or you won't eat."
Horrified at the implication, Carlisle put as much conviction in his voice as he could muster. "We don't kill humans."
A deep, rumbling chuckle sounded from Demetri's throat as his eyes ignited in pure, undiluted pleasure at the emotions from the vampire before him. "You know humans, yes? Correct me if I'm wrong, but their bodies begin to shut down after three days without water, and death comes to claim them within a week, right?" He saw Carlisle's eyes widen slightly, and his smirk grew. "According to Carlos' meticulously kept records, these humans are starting day two. Even with your... questionable intelligence, I think you know where I'm going with this." Keeping his eyes on Carlisle's he spoke to the Dungeon Master. "Carlos... no one leaves this block until every single vampire eats. None of these cells are to open while the residing human's heart continues to beat. Any human that dies as a result of their humanity is to be replaced until the residing vampire feeds. Every human death will result in an additional year of service for... all... seven."
Straightening his spine, Carlos nodded once. "Understood, Master Demetri."
Stomach dropping at what he just heard, Carlisle nearly whimpered. "Why? If you don't want us here anymore than we want to be here, why do anything that would make us stay longer?"
Demetri's head cocked to the side. "I would have thought that answer was obvious. It's fun." At the disgruntled noise he heard, he grinned and bent at the waist, leaning closer to Carlisle. "I'm the bad guy remember?" Pointing a finger at him, "don't get pissed off because I'm better at it than you." Recrossing his arms, "a better question would be why would you make a human suffer such a horrifically painful death?" Clicking his tongue in a tsk. "And once again, so much for that moral superiority, huh? Damned if you do. Damned if you don't. Isn't that about a bitch?"
Pushing himself off the desk he was leaning against, Demetri then rubbed his palms together. "For now, I guess there is only one thing left to say."
It was Emmett that opened his mouth then. "And what's that."
Heading for the door, Demetri turned around and walked backwards, a wide smile on his lips as he held his arms all the way out to the side. "Welcome to the Volturi."