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If not for her eyes and scent when Alistair first spotted her he would have thought she was an angel. When she jumped out of the tree he was almost convinced that she was going to sprout feathered wings and fly back to heaven.
The smile she sported gave him pause though. No angel he'd ever heard of had such a cruel smile. When she landed and grabbed onto the trespasser he was sure that she was no angel and when fire came from her hands he considered that she was most likely a demon. Her grin was sadistic as she pulled apart the Volturi puppet, the limbs turned into ash in her hands.
All too soon the trespasser was no more. Ash slipped through her fingers and into the wind.
She turned her dark smirk on him before eyeing him incredulously. She snorted in a demeaning way before backing away and running out of his vision and further into her territory.
Alistair wanted her and that realization startled him. He had never wanted a mate before, but something about her made him believe he could not only tolerate, but actually enjoy her presence.
He almost wished he had talked to that Carlisle Cullen. If he had Alistair might have gained some helpful knowledge about her. A part of him was pleased when he realized that male's scent was long gone.
Alistair wanted to track her down, but he knew that intruding into her territory would only anger her and most likely make her want to attack him before he could even say… Say what? He knew how to kill a vampire, torture a human and still keeping them alive, but he didn't know how to persuade a female. Alistair didn't know what he would say to her when they came face to face again, and he knew they would meet again, he'd make sure of it.
She was just too vicious and beautiful to slip away from him forever.
What do you think of Alistair's opinion?