Note: I'm posting parts Two and Three today. We'll save the grand finale for tomorrow.
Chapter 55: The Trial of Bella Swan
Part Two: The Twisted Mind of Demetri Volturi
Demetri sat stoically in his seat during the long flight to Los Angeles, his expression unreadable to anyone who didn't know him well. He despised going to America. The noise, the arrogance, the endless chaos—everything about the country grated on him, but nothing more so than the Americans themselves. He found their self-righteousness intolerable. His lips curled into a faint sneer as he imagined the insufferable, self-obsessed fools he'd be greeted by upon their arrival. He wasn't particularly hungry at the moment, but the thought of sinking his teeth into some overconfident idiot on the streets of L.A. brought him a fleeting sense of satisfaction. He decided he would dine on several once they landed, if for no other reason than to alleviate the mounting frustration building within him.
The source of that frustration? Heidi. Another fight, another explosion of tempers. It was the same old story, one they'd been replaying for centuries. He'd returned home the other day to find her being eaten out by some lowly member of the guard—in their bed, of all places. And though their relationship had always been open, there were rules. Simple, clear rules. He had made it known countless times that unless it was a woman and he was included in the fun, she was never to bring anyone home to their apartment. But Heidi, of course, had done exactly as she pleased, as usual.
Demetri's mind still burned with the memory, the tension from it clinging to him even now as the jet began its descent toward Los Angeles. He hated being distracted, but the image kept resurfacing—Heidi and that low-ranking guard in his bed.
When he had walked in, his eyes locked with Heidi's, and she hadn't looked the slightest bit surprised. If anything, she seemed amused, a devilish grin spreading across her face as she pushed the guard's head harder between her legs, urging him to continue. Her eyes gleamed with excitement. She loved being watched like this, her naked body writhing subtly, hips moving in a slow, teasing rhythm as the guard lapped at her like a desperate dog, oblivious to the fact his life was about to end.
Demetri stood there for a moment, his fury simmering just beneath the surface. Heidi knew exactly what she was doing, and she was loving every second of it. Without breaking eye contact, he let out a low growl, but still, she didn't flinch. Instead, she spread her legs wider, leaning back slightly on his pillow as she let out a moan—exaggerated and mocking.
It was the last straw.
With a low growl, Demetri crossed the room in a blur of motion. The guard barely had time to register what was happening before Demetri's hands were around his throat, lifting him clean off the bed as if he weighed nothing. Heidi, lounging provocatively with her legs spread wide, didn't flinch. No screams, no protests—just that smug, amused smirk he knew all too well. She'd orchestrated the entire thing, her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as their gazes locked. She'd wanted this. She thrived on it, knowing exactly how he'd react. And even though it pissed him off to no end, a twisted part of him admired her audacity.
The guard, meanwhile, was trembling in Demetri's grip, his eyes wide with terror. There was no need for words—the fool's fate had already been sealed the moment Demetri walked in. With a vicious twist, Demetri snapped the guard's neck, the sickening crack echoing through the room. Bones crunched, limbs tore, and within moments, the guard was reduced to a pile of scattered limbs and torn flesh. Demetri barely spared a glance at the carnage before turning his attention back to Heidi.
She hadn't moved an inch, still lounging on the bed, legs splayed open like an invitation, her lips curling into that maddening smile. It was a challenge, pure and simple, and Demetri wasn't about to back down. His hands clamped down on her legs, flipping her onto her stomach in one swift motion, her body sprawled across the bed in front of him. She gasped, not in fear, but in anticipation, her body practically vibrating with need as he tore off his pants, his cock already hard and aching.
With a rough tug, Demetri pulled her to the edge of the bed, positioning her exactly where he wanted her. With a primal growl, he thrust into her, his need for release overwhelming all else. He gripped her hips roughly, pulling her back into him as he pounded into her, each thrust harder and more brutal than the last. There was no tenderness, no care—only raw, feral need. Heidi's moans filled the room, her fingers digging into the sheets, her body arching back into him, craving the punishing rhythm he set.
In front of them, the mirror captured everything—their bodies colliding in a furious, unrelenting rhythm. Heidi's breasts bouncing from the force of his thrusts, her lips parted in a moan, her eyes locked on their reflection. The sight of her losing herself fueled his desire even more. Each time he drove into her, her cries grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling beneath his relentless assault.
He yanked her arms back, forcing her upper body to bend, her back arching as her breasts jutted forward from the strain. Each rough thrust into her pushed her closer to the edge, her lips parting in a silent scream of pleasure, the intensity rendering her unable to vocalize her moans. Their eyes locked in the mirror, her gaze wide and filled with ecstasy as his cock drove into her, slick and powerful. The sight of her body responding to him—the way her walls tightened around him with every deep thrust—sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through him. She was his, entirely, and the way her body bent, trembling under his control, sent him spiraling closer to the edge, his need for her growing unbearable with each brutal thrust.
The room echoed with the raw, primal sound of their bodies colliding—flesh against flesh—each slap sharper, wetter, as Heidi's breathless cries filled the air. Her moans spurred him on, each one igniting something darker, more possessive inside him. Her hips gyrated, greedily meeting his every thrust with equal ferocity. Her ass pressed against him, drawing him deeper inside, her walls tightening around him, squeezing with an intensity that made him growl with need.
Demetri could feel it—the tension coiling deep in his core, tightening with every thrust into her body. His cock throbbed, the sensation overwhelming as he drove into her harder, faster, until the pressure exploded within him, and he couldn't hold back any longer.
With a final, violent thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his release hitting him like a tidal wave. His hands yanked her upright against his chest, squeezing her breasts as he flexed his cock inside her, emptying every last drop of his frustration into her. Even as the aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him, he felt Heidi's own climax, her body shuddering in his grasp as her walls clenched around him, milking him dry.
Heidi's ragged breaths matched his, but Demetri wasn't interested in her satisfaction. This had never been about her—just his own release. Without a word, he shoved her off of him, leaving her sprawled on the bed, her pale, milky ass looking thoroughly fucked, giving him some perverse delight. He watched as Heidi rolled over and looked up at him, a wide smirk still plastered on her face.
"Clean this shit up," Demetri growled, glancing at the scattered remains of the guard before storming out of the room, his fury far from sated.
Now, sitting on this insufferable flight, he found himself smirking at the memory. Heidi always knew how to push his buttons, and while their fights were explosive, the intensity of their anger always seemed to feed their twisted passions. As satisfying as it had been to take out his frustration on her, he still felt the embers of his rage smoldering beneath the surface. Maybe a few American necks would help quench it.
After they landed and left the airport, Demetri instructed everyone to grab a quick meal but to be back within half an hour. The streets of L.A. were easy pickings even at this late hour, and he quickly found and drained two young women in quick succession, feeling the warmth of their blood spread through him. As he had hoped, it took the edge off, allowing him to focus more clearly on the mission ahead. When he rejoined the group, everyone's eyes were a vivid, glowing ruby—sated and ready.
By the time they arrived at the site of the incident, it was well past midnight. From a distance, the scene was lit up like daylight, floodlights scattered across the area as the investigation continued. Demetri narrowed his eyes at the chaos in front of him, struggling to grasp why this vampire had done what she had. It defied all logic. There was no benefit for her—only a death sentence unless she agreed to join the Volturi.
He found himself hoping she wouldn't resist. The idea of a fight didn't interest him nearly as much as the possibility of bending her to his will. He'd seen her on the broadcast, and while her body had been mostly hidden beneath layers of clothing, there had been something about her that stuck with him. Innocence. She had radiated it when she spoke to the press, and that only heightened his interest.
Demetri liked the innocent ones most of all. There was something delicious in the slow, deliberate process of breaking them, watching them unravel bit by bit under his control. And if this vampire was anything like she seemed, corrupting and debasing her would be a pleasure he would relish.
Demetri smiled as the unfamiliar scent of a vampire hit him almost immediately. There was something distinct about it, something that pulled his attention. She smelled surprisingly pleasant, a subtle sweetness lingering in the air as he inhaled deeply. "Alright, I've got her scent," he announced. "Felix, Jane, Alec, and you three—follow me. You two," he gestured to the remaining guards, "get a large SUV to transport us all back to the airport. Assuming she's not on the run, I want us airborne before morning. Let's move."
Without another word, they raced off, Demetri taking the lead as he followed the trail with precision. Every step confirmed his suspicion—she wasn't running. It was almost too easy, as if she wanted to be found. If she wasn't waiting for them, then she had to be the worst vampire in the world to leave a trail this obvious.
The city faded behind them, the scent growing stronger with each step. As they moved farther out of the city, a small hill appeared in the distance. At its peak, a lone figure sat peacefully, unmoving, as if she had all the time in the world.
Demetri stopped, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the figure in the distance. Something about the whole scene felt wrong. His gaze shifted left, then right, taking in their surroundings. The location didn't sit well with him. Any vampire knowing the Volturi were coming after them should have chosen a public place, somewhere their pursuers would be forced to show a measure of restraint. But this? This was the kind of spot he would have picked—secluded, out of earshot, a place where he could do what needed to be done without interference.
His instincts flared. This wasn't the move of someone afraid. She was either overconfident or waiting for some other reason. Neither option sat right with him.
Clearing his throat, Demetri spoke forcefully. "Alright, stay on your guard. This whole situation feels wrong. I don't think it's a trap, but there's something off."
He paused, calculating the possible outcomes. "Aro wants diplomacy," he continued, "but the moment anything feels amiss, Jane, I want you to hit her with everything you've got. Alec, pacify her immediately. Felix," Demetri's gaze shifted toward him, "you tear her apart. If we need to bring her back in pieces, so be it."
His mind raced, analyzing the details. She could have made this far more difficult for them. She could have flown away the moment she knew they were coming, making the chase a thousand times harder. But instead, she stayed. It meant she wanted this confrontation. She was counting on it.
"Remember," he added, "this one can fly. Stay prepared to bring her down if she tries to escape. Felix, Jane, Alec—you're with me. You three," he motioned to the others, "spread out, flank her. I want you at the edges. Block any possible escape routes—everything but up. Force her to face us head-on."
Demetri's mind worked rapidly, assessing the potential danger. This vampire wasn't running, and that meant she had a plan. But he wasn't going to let her dictate the terms of this encounter.
As they reached the hill and began their ascent, the woman slowly rose to her feet. Now that Demetri could see her clearly without that stupid-looking mask, he couldn't help but appreciate what he saw. Vampires were all beautiful, but damn—her looks rivaled even those of Heidi. A slow smile spread across his face, knowing how much Heidi would love that. Her beauty was her greatest pride, and knowing there was someone who could challenge her position as the most stunning of the Volturi would surely stir things up. He could almost imagine the jealousy simmering in Heidi, the tension between these two women would be legendary. His mind flirted with ideas of how to goad Heidi further, but then a better, more satisfying thought entered his mind.
In his mind's eye, he saw it play out: entering his bedroom to find the two of them together, Heidi's lips curled in a wicked smile as this new vampire lay naked beneath her, eager to please. Demetri smirked at the thought of the new vampire's head buried between Heidi's thighs, Heidi's breasts heaving as she moaned wantonly. It wouldn't be the first time he and Heidi had initiated a new recruit this way—welcoming her to the Volturi with a very different kind of ritual. The memory of their past encounters flickered through his mind, their bodies intertwined in pleasure and control, a reminder of the power he wielded.
His body responded instinctively, arousal flaring at the thought. He could practically feel her skin under his hands as he gripped her hips, imagining the soft curve of her flesh, before impaling her pale, untouched body while she devoured Heidi beneath her. It was the kind of indulgence that always brought him the deepest pleasure—the slow, deliberate corruption of someone innocent, someone completely unprepared for the depths to which he and Heidi would drag them, using them until they were drained of everything they had to offer, before discarding them and moving on to their next conquest.
But this wasn't the time for thoughts like that. Demetri quickly forced his mind back to the task at hand. There were more pressing matters to attend to, and until he knew whether this woman posed a threat, any fantasies would have to wait. Still, the thought lingered, a shadow at the back of his mind as they approached her. She appeared to have been changed at no more than 19 or 20, her beauty still fresh, her crimson eyes locking onto his with a steady, defiant gaze. He stared right back, his mind still half-entangled in what awaited her.
Okay, Demetri definitely wins the award for creepy fucker of the year! I can't believe I wrote an entire story with him as the good guy. What was I thinking? :)