My life officially belongs to Skyrim. Much like the characters in this story belong to Ms. Meyer.
Thanks again for reviewing guys! You'll find out everything about the Cullens and the Volturi in due time. Meanwhile I was thinking about writing a one shot to cover a bit of the time gap. My idea for the story will more than likely take a while to get rolling so I didn't want to add filler chapters. Tell me what you think?
On with the story!
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I can't deal with this. I just cannot fucking deal with this right now! A dragon? Really? After all this time and not even a hint! This is... This is bullshit.
"Alice…" She's shaking me. I don't even care. I'm on my knees in the mud and she's crouched in front of me, a small look of worry on her face. I can't process this. This is all too much. She sighed and stood up. Hopefully she'll just leave me alone to just think this through. I watched her back as she walked away, or well tried to. In no time at all slipped her skin and before me was that snow white dragon.
"Why now?" I croaked, my voice just didn't want to work. "Why now? Why after all this? My family… Oh god my family… And the Volturi… And you couldn't even find the time to tell me you were a FUCKING DRAGON!" She didn't even turn around. She just took flight over the nearby forest. Looking around I found a sizeable rock and threw it as far as I could in her direction. I just heard a small shriek of pain and scoffed. It served her right!
I didn't even have time to register she had returned or that she had picked me up by my arms. All I knew was that the ground was suddenly very far away. So maybe I shouldn't have thrown the rock but at least now I can trap her in to giving me answers. Unfortunately I had no idea where we were going and as the clouds passed beneath my feet I realized there was no way to track our movement. All I could see was white and all I could hear was the wind rushing by. The urge to struggle was hard to stifle but I had no way of knowing if she would drop me. My sigh was swept away with the clouds.
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As the sun began to plunge beneath the horizon we too began our decent. When the clouds cleared I could finally keep track of the patch quilt greens and yellows of land. Bella had slowed significantly but she had yet to come to a stop or approach the rolling hills beneath us. I assumed we had reached our destination when I saw the roof of what appeared to be a barn nestled in the hills. Dipping towards the building Bella let out an almighty roar before dropping me through the roof in to the hay that lay beneath. I felt as much as heard a small shift in the hay next to me, looking up my eyes landed on the very naked form of Bella. As my eyes roamed her body I almost forgot that I was angry with her. Standing up I brushed the pulverized hay from my clothes and fixed her with the most furious look I could manage. A small snarl escaped my lips as she stepped closer through the golden straw.
Not even a second later and I had her wrapped in my cool embrace. The stress of the day crushed us to the ground as my ripped and dirty clothes were shed. We rolled in the hay enjoying chaste touches and modest kisses. I had never in my unlife felt such a need for someone, just for a touch, a kiss, anything.
"My sweet, sweet Alice." her whispers caressed my ears and sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine as that familiar warmth spread through my body. Her fingertips stroked the darkening mark on my hip, a sign of our pact, that darkened in hue the stronger our bond grew. Tracing the intricate and bold lines she flipped us quickly, her silver hair cascading down, shielding us from the outside world. Her eyes looked distant as a small genuine smile slipped across her gorgeous features. I took the time to really look at her. Her angular features and high cheekbones gave way to a strong yet feminine chin. Her supple ruby lips tugged even wider as she noticed me study her beauty as I had many times before. Reaching my hands up I traced first her lips, then her cheekbones, her nose, before I tangled my fingers in her long silver locks. Tugging gently I pulled her mouth to meet mine. Our lips moved in sync, each trying to capture the softness of each other. Giggling she pulled away and stood up reaching her hand down, which I quickly captured, and pulling me to my feet. I watched the muscles coil in her arms as she effortlessly lifted me.
"You must hunt, ma petite, as must I." Tugging gently she lead me from the barn.
"You hunt?"
She turned and smiled at me. She looked absolutely radiant in the moonlight as the silver glow caressed her pale skin and haloed her hair. I could never tire of such a view.
"When needed yes." That I wasn't expecting. I simply assumed she ate human food. Then again I simply assumed she was human. I watched her take off before she was replaced by a snow white wolf. I stared gob smacked before taking chase. When we return I have many questions for her.
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The hunt had not taken long. I managed to find a decent sized elk to sate the burning and she caught a few rabbits for herself, not bothering to revert to human form and cook them. We've been sitting in the barn for a few hours, her head in my lap, my fingers running through her hair. The only sound was the deep purr rumbling from her chest. In the corner was a pile of clothes that she had managed to obtain at some point yet we had not managed to scramble in to them. I had so many questions for her. Where were we? What were we doing here? She was a dragon. How had this happened? Why hadn't she told me? Everything was piling up and I needed answers. Her long hair was still that eerie silver color though now I was beginning to see had a slight tinge of purple to it. Why hadn't it faded to brown like last time? And the French. Where had that come from?
"Ask your questions mon cher petit." Her voice startled me from my internal rambles. I still didn't know where to start. I looked down at her expecting those purple orbs but her eyes were still closed, rimmed by thick black eyelashes, almost like black lace.
"What are you? Are you a human that can turn in to a dragon or were you a dragon first? How did you turn in to a wolf? How do you know French? Why hasn't your hair changed back to brown? Why didn't you tell me what you were? Where are we and why are we here? I have so many questions Bella. So many questions that I fear have no answers…" Everything spilled out at once and I was terrified that she wouldn't answer me. So terrified that she would lay still and feign sleep or worse yet, leave. Leave me in this barn in god knows where with all these questions with no answers.
I felt a silent laugh rock her body. "Vos trop de souci, ma petit. You will have your answers. But for that I need a place to start, my sweet."
"What are you?"
She sighed and rolled off me only to sit on my lap. "I, mon cher, am a dragon. We have lived long before the time of the buveurs de sang, a time when your kind were weak to the sun and slaves to their thirst, only able to barely survive, not thrive as they do now. I was hatched long ago when the Celts began to settle this land. My clan kept close to power as the throne changed hands from Celts to Franks on through to the start of the hundred year war. My clan had been great supporters of Charles IV. For the entirety of the war we did whatever necessary to secure the throne of France to Charles and his blood."
"Wait I know this…. Joan of Arc? Was she…. Was she a dragon?"
"You catch on quite fast. It was not one of my best moments, fighting for a cause I had no business in. Fighting to help my clan feel "mortal". For politics and money. I lived for another century or two with my clan in France before leaving. I wished to travel. I had never been outside of the country before. So I escaped, I traveled southwest through Spain before catching wind of your kind building an empire. Apparently while my kind busied themselves with mortal qualms your kind had been flourishing. I kept my ear to the ground trying to root out these children that fancied themselves in a position to hold power. When I finally caught wind of movement it was too late. My clan was scattered, many dead. Your kings had begun to make their mark on the rest of our world. The lune chanson were being driven near extinct, any and all that could threaten them were being eliminated. A few dragons made peace with your kings. Preferring to be servants and guards and advisors rather than rip the filth limb from limb. My own kind betrayed me, betrayed all of us. I did what I could, rounded up as many lune chanson as I could and put them in to hiding. Anyone that could pose a threat went in to hiding. Eventually I too had to hide. The threat was too large, your kind had thrived and had gone unchecked for far too long."
At some point I had pulled her in to me, tracing small circles on her back as tears slowly trailed down her cheeks. I couldn't possibly imagine what she was picturing, what she had seen. We sat like that for mere moments before she pulled away to continue answering my onslaught of questions.
"As I have told you I have lived in France since humans had settled its soils in 2500 B.C. Though I know many others I have always preferred the French language. The language of dragons is far too coarse and all others pale to it's beauty. As for my hair I keep a glamour on when mortals are about. Silver hair is for the elderly or strange now a days. It's best to keep appearances. My form can be any that I choose, whether human, wolf, dragon or another. My magic knows little bound."
"So where are we?"
"I had so hoped you would have been able to guess. We of course are in France." My eyes grew wide. France? We were just in north eastern England. Crossing a whole country in less than a day just seemed so… so… I don't know. Unreal? Even for me. I barely registered her pull away in my shock. Righting myself I watched as she closed up upon herself. She was closing herself off to me and I hadn't the faintest idea as of why. My fingers brushed across her perfect shoulder before pulling her back to me. She didn't pull away when I moved back to hold her. Something is terribly wrong with her, I couldn't decide what to do. To pry or not to pry?
"Alice… Your kings, the Volturi. Those people that killed your family, they're after me Alice. It's all my fault." Again my eyes grew almost comically wide. They were after Bella? But why?
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WHY INDEED!
I don't really like this ending BUT I wanted to leave it off around this point. I'm kind of fiddling with the idea of making a musical fic! Either Spashley (south of nowhere) or of course Bellice. I have so many ideas! I'm also drawing up some concept art for a particular scene that I just adore that's coming up in the story. Thanks again everyone for all the reviews, story alerts, favorites and just reading in general. You guys are awesome!
Free cookies and pop tarts to anyone who can tell me when the hundred year war started!