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[simpforvictoria]

A Victoria edit cause why nottt (this woman deserved a lot more screen time like be fucking fr)

[simpforvictoria]

nena escríbeme algo del Demetri

Haunted By Desire — Part 1.

(Demetri Volturi x Female reader)

The small coastal town in northern Italy had always felt like a good hiding place. Y/N had moved there three months ago after one too many strange occurrences back home, things she could never explain to anyone. She told herself it was just for a fresh start. A quiet job at the local bookstore during the day, long walks in the evenings, and the occasional trip into the surrounding woods when the pull became too strong to ignore.

And tonight was one of those nights.

The air was cool and damp as she slipped between the trees, her boots crunching softly over fallen leaves. A small canvas bag hung from her shoulder, filled with a few dried herbs and a smooth river stone she liked to use for focus. Nothing dramatic. Just a simple grounding ritual under the full moon. She needed it lately. The dreams had been getting worse shadowy figures with red eyes, whispering voices that felt too real.

— Stay calm— she muttered to herself, finding a small clearing. — It’s just your imagination running wild again.—

She knelt, arranging the herbs in a loose circle. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting pale silver patterns on the ground. For a few peaceful minutes, everything felt right. The night was quiet except for the distant hoot of an owl and the soft rustle of wind in the leaves.

Then the silence broke.

A sharp cry echoed through the woods, followed by a low, cruel laugh. Y/N’s head snapped up. Her heart kicked hard against her ribs. She stayed low, moving toward the sound instead of away from it, stupid, she knew, but something in her wouldn’t let her run blindly.

Through a thick wall of bushes, she saw everything.

Three dark figures surrounded a fourth who was on his knees, bleeding and gasping. The biggest one had a wild, almost joyful grin on his face as he gripped the struggling man by the hair.

— You really thought you could keep feeding like that without us noticing?— the big one said, his voice deep and mocking. — The Volturi doesn’t tolerate loose ends my friend and you’ve been messy. Very messy.—

The victim snarled, trying to twist free. — I didn’t expose anything! I promise nobody saw me! —

One of the smaller guards moved with blinding speed and backhanded him across the face. The crack of bone made Y/N flinch.

— LIES!— the second guard yelled coldly. — Aro wants this cleaned up tonight, and so we will.—

Y/N’s stomach twisted. These weren’t normal men. Their skin was unnaturally pale, almost glowing under the moonlight, and their eyes shone a deep, unnatural red. When they moved, it was too fast, too graceful. Predators.

The big one yanked the victim upright. — Any last words?—

The man spat blood. — Go to hell.—

The big one laughed again. — Already been there.—

What happened next was brutal. They tore into him with terrifying efficiency. Y/N pressed a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp as limbs were ripped away with sickening ease. But then she saw a young woman, blonde, her eyes red as wine, shining brightly her way. The woman’s head whipped around.

— We’ve been watched.— She confirmed coldly to her fellow vampires.

Y/N’s blood turned to ice. She didn’t wait. She turned and ran.

She couldn’t just bolt straight out, that would be suicide. They were too fast. Instead, she forced herself to move low and smart, using the thick underbrush and the natural slope of the land. She dropped to a crouch, weaving between dense clusters of ferns and fallen logs that would slow anyone chasing on foot. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure they could hear it, but she kept her breathing shallow and quiet.

Behind her, voices rose.

— Jane, did you see where?— the big one called out.

— Over there.— the blonde replied, her tone almost bored. — A human, and she saw too much.—

Y/N’s lungs burned as she pushed harder, sliding down a small ravine and using the muddy slope to gain speed without making too much noise. She grabbed a low-hanging branch to steady herself and kept moving, zigzagging through the trees instead of running in a straight line. Years of hiking these woods had taught her the hidden paths the narrow deer trails that twisted unpredictably, the patches of thick brambles that would snag clothing and slow pursuers.

She heard them spreading out. Footsteps that barely disturbed the leaves, voices calling to each other in clipped tones.

— Split up, Alec, you go right, Felix you go left, she can’t have gone far yet.—Jane ordered.

Y/N ducked behind a massive fallen oak, pressing her back against the damp wood. She held her breath as one of them passed within twenty feet close enough that she could hear the faint rustle of fabric. Felix, by the sound of his heavy steps, paused, sniffing the air.

— Her scent is everywhere.— he grumbled. — But it’s fading fast.—

— Keep looking.— Jane’s voice drifted from farther away. — Aro will want her dealt with quietly.—

Y/N waited until the sounds moved off, then slipped away again, this time heading toward the old streambed she knew cut through the area. The running water would help mask her scent and noise. She moved carefully along the rocky edge, stepping only on stones to avoid leaving clear footprints in the mud. Her hands shook, but she kept going, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the nightmare behind her.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. She didn’t stop until the woods grew quieter and the lights of the distant town twinkled through the trees. Only then did she allow herself to slow down, leaning against a tree as her legs trembled.

She had escaped, but barely.

Back at the ancient stone castle in Volterra, the atmosphere was tense.

Jane walked into the grand hall with Felix and Alec flanking her.

The three of them moved with their usual eerie grace, but Jane’s small face was pinched with irritation.

Aro sat on his throne, fingers steepled, a pleasant but expectant smile on his lips as he saw the trio walk in. Caius lounged to his right, looking bored. Marcus stared into nothing, as he always did.

— What news?— Aro asked lightly. — Was the rogue dealt with?—

Felix crossed his massive arms. — Yes, Master Aro. Torn apart within seconds. He won’t be causing any more problems.—

— But there was a complication.—Jane added, her voice sweet yet sharp.

— A human girl was watching from the bushes. She saw everything. When I spotted her, she ran like she knew the woods better than we did. We searched for over an hour, but she slipped away.—

Alec nodded. — She was clever. Used the streams and thickets. Not just some scared tourist.—

Aro’s smile faded. He leaned forward, red eyes narrowing. — A human who evaded three of my guards?— Aro looked back at Marcus and Caius in disbelief, but he’s usual, evil smile, made its appearance again within seconds. — We cannot have witnesses running around with knowledge of us.—

He stood slowly, his long cloak brushing the stone floor, and turned toward the entrance of the hall.

— Demetri!— he called, his voice echoing.

A moment later, Demetri entered with his usual calm stride. He bowed slightly. — Master Aro?—

— We have a loose end… again.— Aro said, annoyance clear in his tone.

— A human girl witnessed Jane, Felix, and Alec carrying out an execution in the northern woods. She escaped before they could catch her. I want you to find her. Track her down and bring her back or make sure she disappears permanently. No mistakes this time.—

Demetri’s expression remained neutral, but a faint spark of interest flickered in his eyes. — As you wish. Do we have any details on her?—

— She’s young, female, smelled of herbs and fear.— Jane said with a slight sneer. — Nothing special. Just a human who got lucky.—

— Luck runs out.—Demetri replied smoothly. — I’ll leave at once.—

Aro waved a hand. — Good. Report back when it’s done.—

Three nights passed.

Y/N pulled her jacket tighter around herself as she walked. She had just closed up the bookstore just minutes ago, and something felt off.

The air had turned chilly, and the streets were quieter than usual. Only a few people passed by an older couple holding hands, a man walking his dog. Normal things.

She turned down the narrower street that led toward her apartment. The lamps there were older, flickering every so often. Her footsteps echoed softly.

Halfway down the block, that feeling turned heavy, prickling on the back of her neck.

She stopped walking.

— Is someone there?— she called out, voice quieter than she wanted. She scanned the shadows. — I know I’m not imagining this. Show yourself.—

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then he stepped out from behind a parked van like he had been waiting for her to notice.

Tall. Pale skin and broad shoulders. A calm, almost elegant posture. His eyes caught the lamplight with an unnatural red gleam.

— Good evening.— Demetri said, his voice smooth and low, carrying easily down the empty street. — You’ve been difficult to pin down these past few days.—

Y/N’s stomach dropped. She took a step back.

— I have to confess, I’m impressed. You ran quite well the other night. Most people don’t get away from Jane.—

— I don’t want any trouble.— Y/N said, trying to keep her voice steady. She glanced around, hoping someone, anyone would walk by. The street was empty. — I didn’t see anything important. Just leave me alone and I’ll forget all of it.—

Demetri took one slow step closer, hands relaxed at his sides. — Oh darling.— he chuckled amused.— We both know that’s not how this works. You saw my kind carrying out justice. You interfered and my masters don’t like loose ends.—

He tilted his head slightly, studying her. — Though I have to admit… you interest me. How did a human girl slip away from three of our best?—

Y/N’s back hit the wall of a closed shop. Her heart hammered. — Please. I just want to go home.—

Demetri’s expression softened almost imperceptibly, but his eyes stayed sharp. — I wish it were that simple. Come with me now and it doesn’t have to be painful. I can make it quick.—

— No.— she whispered.

He moved.

In a blur faster than she could track, he closed the distance. His hand clamped around her upper arm, cold and impossibly strong. Y/N gasped at the sudden grip and the chill that seeped through her jacket.

— Let go!— she yelled, trying to twist free.

Demetri pulled her closer, his voice dropping. — Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. You’ve already caused enough trouble.—

Panic exploded inside her. She reacted on pure instinct, thrusting her free hand forward, palm open and aimed at his chest.

The power surged through her like fire in her veins.

Demetri’s body jerked hard. His eyes widened in shock as his legs buckled slightly. A low, surprised grunt escaped him.

— What… is this?— he hissed through clenched teeth. His free hand pressed against his chest like something heavy was crushing him.

Y/N didn’t stop. She focused everything on him draining his strength, sending sharp, burning pain through his shoulders and arms. He tried to lunge forward, but his movements turned sluggish and heavy.

— You’re… not human.— he growled, voice strained but still strangely composed. He swung at her with his other arm. The hit was weak enough that she dodged most of it, though it still grazed her shoulder and sent her stumbling.

— Get away from me!— Y/N shouted, keeping her palm locked toward him. She poured more power in, targeting his legs this time.

Demetri dropped to one knee with a pained sound, but he forced himself back up, red eyes blazing with a mix of anger and raw fascination.

— T-This pain… it’s real.— he muttered, almost to himself. — How are you doing this?—

They struggled down the alley in a violent, desperate fight. Demetri slammed her against the brick wall once, cold breath brushing her face as he pinned her for a moment.

— Stop fighting.— he said roughly. — You’re only making it worse for yourself.—

Y/N twisted her hand and sent a stronger wave of pain into his neck and jaw. Demetri’s head snapped back with a sharp inhale. His long hair fell across his face as he looked down at her.

He screamed in pain as a result.

They tumbled to the ground together, rolling across the dirty pavement. He ended up on top, pinning her wrists, but Y/N managed to free one hand and slammed her palm into his ribs again. Demetri arched in agony, a real growl tearing from his throat.

Y/N was tiring fast. The spell took so much energy, and he was fighting it every second. But she kept pushing.

Demetri suddenly went still. He raised both hands slowly, surrendering.

— I yield.— he said, voice calmer despite the pain still echoing in his body. — You’ve won this round. Kill me if you must… but more of my kind will come. Much worse ones. Spare me, and perhaps this doesn’t have to end in blood tonight.—

Y/N stared at him, chest heaving, hand still trembling as she aimed it at his chest. She could end it. She could end him, and she probably should.

But the look in his eyes, surprised, respectful, almost intrigued, even a bit of fear, made her hesitate.

She shoved him off with the last of her strength and scrambled to her feet.

— Stay away from me.— she warned, backing toward the end of the alley. — All of you. Just leave me alone.—

She turned and ran into the night before he could reply.

Demetri stayed on the ground for a long moment, flexing his hands as his strength slowly returned. A small, intrigued smile curved his lips.

The grand hall beneath the ancient castle was quiet when Demetri entered. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting long shadows across the thrones. Aro sat in the center, as always, with Caius to his right looking impatient and Marcus to his left staring off into nothing with his usual empty expression.

Jane, Felix, and Alec were already there, standing off to the side. Jane’s small face tightened when she saw Demetri walk in.

— You’re back.—she said, her voice sweet but edged. — Did you find the little human who slipped away from us?—

Demetri stopped in the middle of the hall and gave a respectful bow toward the kings.

— Master Aro. Masters Caius, Marcus.— His voice was calm and steady, the same smooth tone he always used when reporting.

Aro looked at him with a proud smile on his face. — I see you didn’t bring her here tonight, does that mean the witness has been killed?—

Demetri stay quiet for a moment, thinking, lying to Aro wasn’t gonna turn out into anything good for him, but telling him the “human” escaped once again, wasn’t also gonna do him any good.

— I’ve handled it, as I have been ordered to do.—

Aro leaned forward slightly, fingers tapping together. — Handled? Explain yourself.—

Demetri met his gaze without hesitation. — I tracked her down three nights after the incident in the woods. She was trying to go back to her ordinary little life, working at a bookstore, pretending nothing happened. I confronted her on her way home.—

Felix let out a low chuckle. — And? Did she scream like the rest?—

— She fought.— Demetri said simply. — Harder than expected for a human. She was clever… and desperate. But in the end, I overpowered her. I made sure she won’t be talking to anyone about what she saw.—

Caius raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. — You burned the body?—

— Of course master, I’m not a newborn.— Demetri replied smoothly. — No evidence has been left behind. No loose ends. She is dead.—

Aro watched him closely, that faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. He extended a hand slightly, as if considering touching Demetri to read the full memory. Demetri kept his expression perfectly neutral, his mind carefully focused only on the surface details the alley, the struggle, the final moment. He had centuries of practice hiding things when necessary.

— You seem… almost impressed by her,.— Aro said lightly. — Was she truly that difficult?—

Demetri gave a small shrug. — She surprised me, I’ll admit. Most humans freeze or beg. She ran smart and fought back. But in the end, it didn’t matter. The threat is gone.—

Jane crossed her arms, looking slightly annoyed. — Good. She wasted enough of our time.—

Marcus said nothing, but his eyes drifted over Demetri for a moment longer than usual, as if sensing something beneath the words. He remained silent.

Aro finally leaned back, satisfied. — Very well, Demetri. You’ve done good work, as always. We cannot risk even one human spreading dangerous stories. Go and rest. There will be other matters soon.—

Demetri bowed again. — Thank you, Master Aro.—

As he turned to leave the hall, Aro’s voice drifted after him.

— Oh, and Demetri?—

He paused at the entrance.

— Yes?—

Aro smiled wider. — Make sure there are no more surprises.—

Demetri gave a single nod. — There won’t be master.—

He walked out of the chamber, footsteps echoing down the long stone corridor. Only when he was far away from the hall, alone in one of the upper passages, did he let out a slow breath he didn’t need.

The lie sat strangely in his chest, and honestly, he didn’t think it would work.

He should have felt nothing. He had lied for the Volturi before when it served their interests. But this time… this time it felt different. He kept seeing her face in that alley terrified but defiant, hand outstretched, that impossible power pouring out of her. She could have killed him.

But she didn’t.

To be continued…

[simpforvictoria]

Enemies to lovers with Carlisle cullen? Cz yk he gotta let out all that pent up feelings of 300 years...literally I could not find time to ask

Hello! Thank you for requesting!! I hope you enjoy :))

Carlisle x vampire reader

In the year 1663, London burned not only with plague and fire but with the fervor of religious purges.

Anglican pastors, led by men like Carlisle Cullen's father, hunted what they called demons, vampires who had begun to proliferate in the shadows of a city gripped by superstition and death.

Y/N was only a child of eight when the raid came to her family's modest home on the edge of Whitechapel. She remembered hiding in the rafters, small hands pressed over her mouth, as screams tore through the night. Her parents, accused of harboring the unholy, were cut down by both human hunters and the very creatures they feared.

Among the chaos, whispers carried a name: "the pastor's son, Carlisle," a boy who had vanished after being turned into the very monster his father sought to destroy.

Y/N survived that night, but the trauma shaped her entirely. She grew up in the shadow of loss, becoming a young woman obsessed with uncovering the truth behind the purges. By the late 1680s, around 1685, her relentless search led her into the path of a rogue vampire, one spawned from the same violent era.

The attack was brutal. She awoke to the fire in her veins, her body transformed, her humanity stripped away. The rogue offered no guidance, leaving her to navigate the bloodlust alone in a world still reeling from religious upheaval.

"I will not become like them." she had vowed in those early nights, fangs aching as she fed on animals at first, mimicking what little she knew of restraint from half-remembered tales. But survival demanded more. Over the decades, Y/N honed her skills as an immortal, traveling through Europe, then the colonies, always carrying a ledger of names and dates tied back to 1663.

Carlisle Cullen became her fixation, the fallen son who lived, who supposedly rejected his father's path yet carried the curse forward. She viewed his later choices as hypocrisy: leaving the Volturi, adopting a

"vegetarian" lifestyle, building a family of immortals who pretended at humanity.

Centuries passed. Y/N watched from afar as rumors of the Cullen coven reached her in the 20th and 21st centuries. By the time she arrived in Forks, Washington, in the modern era, she was an ancient vampire of nearly the same age as Carlisle himself.

Her skin was pale like marble, her eyes a deep crimson when she allowed herself to feed traditionally, though she often switched to animal blood out of lingering defiance.

She posed as a visiting archivist researching early American settlements with ties to English history, a cover that allowed her access to local records and, eventually, the hospital where Dr. Carlisle Cullen worked.

The rain in Forks felt eternal, much like the downpours of old London. Y/N stood outside the hospital one evening, watching through the glass as Carlisle moved with impossible grace among patients. His golden eyes, a sign of his disciplined diet, only fueled her anger.

- He plays the savior now.- she muttered to herself, fists clenched. — After everything his bloodline cost me.-

She had come to Forks with one purpose: to confront the man who embodied the curse that stole her life.

Not to kill him immediately, that would be too simple after centuries of waiting, but to force him to acknowledge the shared hell of 1663 and 1685, and then dismantle the facade he had built. Her hatred after centuries of waiting, but to force him to acknowledge the shared hell of 1663 and 1685, and then dismantle the facade he had built. Her hatred was personal, visceral.

Carlisle was not just a vampire; he was the living echo of the pastor's son whose survival had ripple effects that turned her world to venom and darkness.

In her small rented cabin on the outskirts of town, Y/ N kept artifacts from that era: a scorched page from her family's Bible, a ledger entry mentioning "Cullen, son of the hunter-priest." She spoke to the empty room sometimes, rehearsing the words she would throw at him.

- You escaped the pyre your father lit, Carlisle. I did not. My turning came because the monsters your family's crusade created still roamed. Tell me, doctor, how many centuries of good deeds erase that?—

Her plan was meticulous. She would infiltrate his world, expose the cracks in his perfect control, and make him feel the weight of their shared history.

What she did not anticipate was how deeply that history would bind them, or how three hundred and sixty years of his legendary restraint would crack under the pressure of someone who remembered the same smoke-filled skies.

Y/N arrived at the hospital the next day under the pretense of consulting on historical medical texts.

She requested a meeting with the chief of staff, knowing full well it would lead her to him.

The receptionist smiled. - Dr. Cullen is in his office.

I'll let him know.-

When the door opened, Carlisle stood there, tall, composed, golden-haired, looking no older than his apparent twenty-three despite existing since the 1600s. His eyes met hers, and for a fraction of a second, recognition flickered.

- Miss Y/N.- he said smoothly, extending a hand. - I understand you're researching 17th-century medical practices. How may I assist?—

She took his hand, noting the coolness matching her own. - Dr. Cullen. Or should I say... the pastor's son from London, 1663? I think we have much more than medical history to discuss.—

Carlisle's expression remained polite, but his grip tightened almost imperceptibly. — I beg your pardon?—

Y/N smiled coldly, leaning in. — Don't. We both know what you are. What I am. The question is whether you'll keep pretending after I remind you of the fires that made us both.—

The premise of their story was set in that moment: two immortals forged in the same bloody century, divided by hatred, bound by memory.

Y/N's vendetta ran deep, rooted in the loss of her mortal tamily and the agony of her turning. Carlisle carried guilt from his father's actions and his own early struggles. Their collision in Forks would test every boundary of control, mercy, and desire.

Y/N wasted no time. Over the following weeks, she orchestrated a series of confrontations designed to unsettle Carlisle's carefully constructed life. She began subtly, leaving a 1663 ledger page on his desk at the hospital with his father's name circled in faded ink.

Carlisle found it after a long shift, picking up the brittle paper with steady hands. When Y/N appeared in his doorway later that evening, he held it up.

— This is an impressive forgery.- he said calmly. —

But unnecessary. I remember the original quite well.-

- This is an impressive forgery.- he said calmly. - But unnecessary. I remember the original quite well.—

Y/N stepped inside, closing the door behind her. The office was neat, lined with medical texts that spanned centuries of knowledge. — Forgery? No, Carlisle. It's real. Just like my memories of hiding while your father's men shouted scripture and spilled blood. Tell me, did you hear my family's screams that night, or were you already burning with venom?-

Carlisle set the paper down, his golden eyes meeting her crimson ones. — I was turned that same year. The pain... it consumed everything. When I awoke, I tried to end it. Starvation in the alleys. I refused to become the demon my father preached against. You speak as if I celebrated it.-

— Celebrated? — Y/N laughed bitterly, circling his desk. — You survived. You went to the Volturi, studied with them in Italy, then played house with your adopted children. I woke alone in 1685, after another purge your kind's existence provoked. A rogue found me researching your father's raids. He laughed as he drained me, saying the pastor's crusade only made more of us. So yes, I blame you. Your survival perpetuated the curse.—

Carlisle's voice remained even, but tension lined his shoulders. — | left the Volturi because their casual cruelty mirrored the hunts I fled. I chose compassion.

A different path. What path did you choose, Y/N? The one that brings you here with hatred after all this time? —

She slammed her hands on the desk, leaning close. - The path of truth. Your coven pretends to be human

—doctors, students, blending in. It's disgusting. You deny your nature while l've lived with the full weight of it. We share the same era, the same smoke in our lungs from London's fires. Admit it: your restraint is a lie. One day it will snap, and you'll be the monster your father always feared.—

Their arguments escalated over the next month. Y/N attended town meetings, subtly questioning

"anomalies" in the Cullens' long medical careers across states. Carlisle confronted her in the woods near the treaty line one stormy night.

— You risk exposing all of us. — he said, appearing from the trees like a shadow. Rain plastered his hair to his forehead. — The Quileutes have a treaty. The Volturi watch from afar. Your vendetta endangers innocents.-

Y/N spun, stake in hand, not wooden this time, but a silver blade etched with 17th-century crosses. - Innocents? Like my parents? Like the child I was, watching everything burn? You lecture me on danger while your 'daughter' Bella nearly exposed you all with her hybrid child. Hypocrite.-

Carlisle moved closer, faster than she anticipated, disarming her with a precise grip. — I remember the purges too. The fear in human eyes. My father believed he served God. I learned mercy is the only true service. You carry rage from 1685, but have you tried forgiveness? Or have you fed it like bloodlust all these years?—

— Forgiveness? — Y/N shoved him back, though he barely moved. Their bodies were inches apart, both immortal and unyielding. — From the man whose name was whispered as the fallen son? You left your father's world but never truly escaped it. Look at your, still wearing the mask of a healer. Tell me, doctor, when was the last time you let yourself feel anything real? Three centuries of denial. It must eat at you.—

Carlisle's eyes darkened slightly. — You know nothing of what I deny.—

- I know enough- she retorted. - I've watched your kind. Your control is famous. Too famous. It makes me sick. One push, and it crumbles. I intend to be that push.-

More clashes followed. Y/N provoked Emmett in a bar, leading to a tense standoff where Carlisle intervened. — She is from my past, Emmett. The London purges. Leave her to me.-

Later, in the hospital parking lot, Y/N cornered him again. — Your family looks at you like a saint. What would they say if they knew your father's hunts created vampires like the one who turned me? You carry that guilt, don't you? I see it in your perfect posture.-

Carlisle sighed, voice low. - Guilt is my constant companion since 1663. But I chose to build something better. Why can't you? We are both relics of the same century. That could unite us instead of divide.—

— Unite? — Y/N stepped closer, voice dropping to a hiss. — Only when your restraint breaks and you admit what you are. Until then, I am your enemy, Carlisle Cullen. The survivor who remembers what you'd rather forget.—

After that, there were only more confrontations filled with sharp dialogue, historical accusations, and growing tension. Carlisle's patience wore thin but held, while Y/N's hatred masked a deeper loneliness.

The breaking point came during a fierce Pacific Northwest storm. Y/N followed Carlisle to the abandoned chapel, intending one final confrontation.

Lightning illuminated the stone walls as she entered.

— You can't hide here forever.— she called out. —

Pretending at faith like your father.-

Carlisle turned from the altar. — This isn't hiding. It's reflection. You followed me. Why, if not because part of you seeks answers?-

— Answers?— Y/N advanced. — I seek accountability.

Your father's purges. My family's deaths. My turning in 1685. All linked to you surviving 1663.-

Carlisle's control frayed visibly. — I have atoned every day! Starved for years rather than feed on humans.

Left the Volturi when Aro's games sickened me. Built a lite of mercy. And still you come with your stake ano your hatred, smelling of the same London smoke that haunts my memories.—

Y/N's voice cracked with emotion. - Then stop atoning and feel something! Three hundred and sixty years of ice. Touch me. Fight me. Anything real.-

In a blur, he had her against the wall. — You want real? — His voice was rough, centuries of denial shattering. — I have denied blood, desire, connection since the venom took me. You, with your eyes that remember 1685, challenge every vow.— — Prove it.— she whispered fiercely. — Or remain a coward.—

His mouth claimed hers in a desperate kiss. — This is madness.— he murmured against her lips between kisses. — We are enemies from the same hell.—

- Enemies who understand each other.— Y/N

replied, tearing at his shirt. — No one else remembers the fires like we do. Let go, Carlisle. For once.-

Clothes fell away in shreds. He lifted her to the altar rail. - Look at me.- he commanded, entering her with one deep thrust. - Feel what three centuries denied.-

Their bodies moved together, deep, powerful strokes.

He obliged, pace punishing. — Three hundred and sixty years... for you.— Dialogue mixed with passion: confessions of loneliness, shared trauma.

After release, he held her. — We don't have to be alone anymore.—

— Then let us be together now.— she responded softly.

[simpforvictoria]

Midnight snack | VICTORIA X Y/N (female human, wlw) | nfsw

Open for requests <33

The rain tapped steadily against the window like impatient fingers. Y/N had left it cracked open on purpose, letting the cool, damp air carry the scent of pine and earth into the bedroom. It was well past two in the morning in Forks, when she felt a shift.

A faint creak of the floorboard, a small breeze that gave her goosebumps. The bed dipped beside her, and she knew exactly who had entered the room.

Ice cold fingers brushed along Y/N’s bare shoulder, tracing the thin strap of her tank top. Even after months together, that touch still sent sparks racing across her skin.

A soft and delicate kiss was placed on her shoulder.

— You’re awake.—Victoria murmured, her voice low and velvet-rough, a soft smirk that expressed pure happines.

Her wild ginger hair spilled over one shoulder as she leaned down, lips hovering just above Y/N’s neck, softly talking into her ear. — Waiting for me again?—

Y/N turned onto her back, meeting those bright, orange, hungry crimson eyes. — You were gone three nights...—

A soft, dangerous chuckle escaped Victoria. She moved with fluid grace, straddling Y/N’s hips and pinning her gently to the mattress. Her marble-cold skin contrasted sharply with Y/N’s warmth, but the weight of her felt grounding. Safe. Even knowing exactly what she was capable of.

Victoria sat up straight and leaned a bit back, showing off her insanely beautiful, slim and curvy waist. She grabbed Y/N’s hands with a bit of force and put them on her own hips, demanding a grip, one that she loved very deeply.

— I tried to hunt.— Victoria admitted while looking Y/N in the eyes and proceeded to sigh loudly while tilting her head with a smirk. — But nothing tastes like you.—

She leaned down in a fast movement, her lips parting against Y/N’s skin.

A cool tongue traced her pulse point, slow and deliberate. Y/N shivered, sliding one hand up into Victoria’s fiery hair. Victoria had always been meticulous with her control, decades of practice allowing her to sip without draining, to bite without turning. She treated Y/N’s blood like a sacred indulgence, a private ritual that bound them together in trust and desire.

— You know I’m yours to take.— Y/N whispered, tilting her head to the side in clear invitation.

Victoria’s grip tightened on her waist, fingers digging in just enough to leave faint marks Y/N would trace with a smile in the morning.

—Not yet.— Victoria teased, nipping at her earlobe. —I want to play first.—

Y/N let out an annoyed moan. — Why do you always do this to me?.—

— Cause I like to play with my food, it makes it a lot more exciting to eat it after, when they’re all messy and riled up.— the readhead bit her lip while her eyes wandered over Y/N’s neck area.

She kissed down Y/N’s throat, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder. Her hands roamed under the tank top, palming Y/N’s breasts, a little squeeze made Y/N arch into the cold touch with a soft gasp. The temperature difference made every sensation sharper, more intense.

— You’re already so warm for me.— Victoria purred against her skin. — Heart racing… I can hear your blood rushing just for me.—

— You left me waiting again.— Y/N muttered, her voice tighter than she wanted it to be. She turned her face slightly away, even as her body betrayed her by arching into Victoria’s cold hands.

Victoria paused, lifting her head. Those sharp crimson eyes studied Y/N’s expression for a moment, a flicker of realization crossing her face. A slow, dangerous little smile curved her lips.

— Oh… my sweet girl is mad at me.— she teased, voice dripping with playful delight. She shifted her hips, pressing more firmly down against Y/N, pinning her wrists gently above her head with one hand.

— Look at that pout. You look adorable.—

— I’m not pouting.— Y/N grumbled, even though she absolutely was.

Victoria chuckled, low and velvet-soft, leaning down until her wild ginger hair curtained around them both. — You are. And it’s the cutest.— She nipped at Y/N’s jaw, then soothed the spot with a cool tongue.

— I was gone too long, wasn’t I? My poor, needy little human missed me.—

Y/N let out a breathy scoff, rolling her eyes even as a smirk tugged at her lips. — Needy? Really?— She sat up suddenly, pushing Victoria back a little by the shoulders. — You vanish for three whole nights and come back calling me needy?—

Victoria’s smirk only widened, clearly enjoying herself as she stayed straddling Y/N’s hips. For some reason she liked it when her girlfriend was in a bad mood.

—It’s cute when you get all grumpy like this—

Y/N cut her off by grabbing a handful of Victoria’s wild ginger hair and tugging it firmly, forcing the vampire’s head to tilt back slightly. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a point.

— Grumpy?— Y/N echoed, voice dropping into something smoother, more teasing.

— Try annoyed. You think you can disappear whenever you want and then just crawl into my bed and tease me like that?—

Victoria’s crimson eyes flashed with surprise and delight. She tried to lean forward again, playful and predatory, hands sliding possessively down Y/N’s sides. — Maybe I like teasing my favorite midnight snack—

Y/N tugged her hair again, harder this time, holding her in place and recieving a soft moan from the redhead. A rush of satisfaction went through her as she watched Victoria’s confident smirk falter for a second. — You talk too much for someone who’s supposed to be making it up to me.—

She pushed Victoria back gently but firmly until the redhead was no longer leaning over her. Y/N swung her legs over the edge of the bed, standing up so she was looking down at Victoria, who was still kneeling on the mattress.

Victoria let out a soft, amused laugh, trying to regain control. — Oh? Getting bold tonight, are we, love?—

Y/N stepped closer, sliding her fingers under Victoria’s chin and tilting her head up. Her voice came out low and teasing, but with a clear edge of dominance. — Bold? No. Just done letting you think you’re in charge after leaving me waiting.—

She could see the exact moment Victoria’s playful resistance started to melt. The vampire’s pupils dilated, the orange colour of her eyes brightened, they almost became shiny, her lips parting as she looked up at Y/N with a mix of hunger and submission.

Y/N’s fingers tightened slightly on her chin. — Now… get off the bed.—

Victoria hesitated for half a second, a tiny defiant glint still in her eyes, but when Y/N raised an eyebrow and gave her hair another firm tug, she folded instantly. She slid off the bed with fluid grace and dropped slowly to her knees on the floor in front of Y/N, looking up at her with wide, eager crimson eyes.

— Fuck.— Victoria breathed, voice rough with arousal. — You’re really going to make me kneel for you tonight?—

Y/N smiled, slow and satisfied, running her fingers through Victoria’s fiery hair. — Yes. And you’re going to be very good for me, aren’t you?—

Victoria leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Y/N’s thigh with a soft, needy sound. — Yes ma’am.—

Y/N hummed in approval, her fingers still tangled in Victoria’s wild ginger hair. She looked down at the beautiful, dangerous vampire kneeling before her and felt a rush of heat at how easily she could make her fold.

— Who do you belong to, Victoria?— Y/N asked, voice calm but firm, laced with teasing dominance.

Victoria stayed quiet at first, stubborn pride making her hesitate. She nuzzled closer to Y/N’s thigh but didn’t answer, a faint smirk tugging at her lips like she was still trying to hold onto some control.

Y/N noticed immediately. She pulled her thigh back just out of reach, denying Victoria the contact she clearly craved. — I asked you a question.— she said, tightening her grip in the redhead’s hair. — Don’t make me repeat myself.—

Victoria let out a frustrated little growl, eyes flashing with lingering defiance. She tried to lean forward again, but Y/N kept her thigh just far enough away, not letting her lips make contact.

— Answer me.— Y/N commanded softly, — or you don’t get to touch me at all tonight.—

Victoria’s resistance crumbled almost instantly. The moment Y/N brought her thigh close again, brushing it teasingly against her cold lips, the vampire’s eyes fluttered and she folded completely.

— I belong to you.— Victoria breathed out desperately, voice needy and wrecked. — I’m yours, Y/N… only yours. Please—

The admission came out so hungry and submissive that it sent a shiver through Y/N. She finally rewarded her by pressing her thigh against Victoria’s mouth, letting the vampire kiss and nip at the soft skin with shameless devotion.

— Good girl.— Y/N praised, stroking her hair. — That wasn’t so hard, was it?—

Victoria shook her head, pressing more eager kisses along Y/N’s thigh, cold tongue tracing patterns as she looked up with glowing crimson eyes full of submission. — No… I’m sorry. Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything.—

Y/N smiled, slow and satisfied. She guided Victoria’s head higher, until her lips were brushing just below her navel.

— Then start by taking off my shorts.— Y/N ordered softly. — Slowly. Use your mouth only.—

Victoria obeyed instantly, leaning in with trembling hands restrained behind her back by her own willpower. She caught the waistband of Y/N’s shorts between her teeth and tugged them down with reverent care, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as she went. Her usual predatory confidence was gone, replaced by pure, needy submission.

Once the fabric has dissapeared, Victoria looked up again, waiting for the next command, lips parted and breathing ragged even though she didn’t need to breathe.

Y/N cupped her chin, thumb brushing over her bottom lip. — Now… you can have your midnight snack. But you’re going to do it exactly how I tell you to.—

Victoria nodded eagerly, eyes locked on the pulse point in Y/N’s neck. — Yes ma’am… please let me taste you.—

Y/N sat back on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs slightly and guiding Victoria between them by the hair. — Start here. — she instructed, tapping her inner thigh. — Work your way up slowly. No biting until I say so.—

Victoria obeyed without hesitation, pressing soft, cool kisses along Y/N’s inner thigh. Her hands rested obediently on Y/N’s knees, not daring to move higher without permission. Every kiss grew more desperate, her cold tongue tracing the sensitive skin as soft, needy sounds escaped her.

Well, she was obedient at first, cause as soon as the redhead saw how much her girlfriend got distracted by pleasure, she used it against her.

Cause once Y/N pulled her back onto the bed, everything shifted.

Victoria climbed up, pressing Y/N down into the mattress again with a sudden burst of inmortal strength. The moment Y/N gasped in pleasure from a particularly deep lick, Victoria pounced, flipping her over so she was on top again, pinning Y/N’s wrists above her head with one hand.

— Enough of that.— Victoria growled, voice rough and teasing, her crimson eyes flashing with renewed hunger. — You think you can keep me on my knees forever, I’m not some stupid wolf waiting on a command.—

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, annoyance and arousal mixing. — Victoria-…—

Before she could finish, Victoria crashed their mouths together in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was angry and loving all at once, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for control. Victoria’s free hand slid down Y/N’s body, squeezing her breast hard enough to make Y/N arch and moan into her mouth.

— You were so insanely hot dominating me.— Victoria purred against her lips, nipping at her bottom lip.

— But I’m still a vampire and believe it or not, but I’ve been starving for you for three days.—

Y/N fought back instantly, using her legs to try and flip them again. They rolled across the bed in a heated tangle of limbs Victoria’s cold strength against Y/N’s warm determination. A lamp nearly got knocked over. Victoria laughed breathlessly when Y/N managed to get on top for a second, only for Victoria to flip her right back down with a wicked grin.

— You’re not gonna win from me, no matter how hard you try.— Victoria hissed, pinning her again and dragging her fangs lightly down Y/N’s throat. — So pretty when you’re mad at me.—

— I’m still very much annoyed with you.— Y/N shot back, even as she bucked her hips up against Victoria’s, grinding together desperately.

— Good,— Victoria growled, voice thick with love and lust. — Stay mad and take it out on me.—

She sank her teeth into Y/N’s neck without warning — still careful, still controlled, but much more possessive this time. The bite was deeper, the pull stronger, as Victoria drank while grinding down against Y/N’s thigh. Y/N cried out in pleasure-pain, fingers digging hard into Victoria’s back, leaving red scratches that healed almost instantly.

They kept fighting for control switching positions again and again. One moment Victoria had Y/N pinned, fucking her with her fingers while drinking from her neck.

She drank greedily while fucking her with her fingers, moans vibrating against Y/N’s skin as the warm blood and tight heat drove her wild.

— Victoria-… fuck-… stop drinking.—

Y/N gasped, her voice strained with overwhelming pleasure and a hint of real warning. — Slow down… you’re taking too much.—

Victoria didn’t stop. If anything, she drank harder, fingers thrusting faster, completely lost in the taste and feel of her girlfriend.

Y/N’s vision blurred at the edges. In a surge of adrenaline, she slapped Victoria hard across the face.

The sound cracked through the room.

Victoria’s head snapped to the side, fangs pulling free from Y/N’s neck with a wet sound. Her crimson eyes were wide with shock as she looked back at Y/N.

Y/N took advantage of the moment, shoving Victoria onto her back and climbing on top of her with a breathless, slightly manic laugh.

— You almost killed me, you greedy bitch.— Y/N said, still laughing even as blood trickled down her neck. She straddled Victoria’s waist, looking down at her with dark, dominant eyes. — Three days gone and now you can’t even control yourself?—

Victoria stared up at her, lips stained red, cheek faintly pink from the slap. Something wild and aroused flashed in her gaze.

Before the redhead could answer, Y/N reached down between them. She grabbed Victoria’s hand and guided it back between her own thighs, sinking the vampire’s fingers deep inside herself. At the same time, Y/N slid her other hand between Victoria’s legs and pushed two fingers into her without warning.

Victoria moaned loudly, back arching off the bed.

Y/N started riding Victoria’s hand hard, grinding down onto her cold fingers with rough, desperate movements while simultaneously fucking Victoria with her own fingers at the same brutal pace.

— Fuck! —

At this point, the room was filled with moans and growling, a slight giggle sometimes, but it was mostly all about control and who could take who to their limit.

It was just minutes later, when Y/N took full charge of the situation and decided to ride Victoria’s face, that it became clear who was really the strongest.

She straddled the vampire’s face without hesitation, lowering herself onto Victoria’s eager mouth while gripping the headboard for leverage.

— Eat me.— Y/N ordered breathlessly, grinding down against Victoria’s cold tongue. — Make me cum after you almost killed me.—

Victoria moaned loudly into her, the sound vibrating deliciously against Y/N’s core. Her hands flew up to grip Y/N’s thighs, holding her in place as she devoured her with desperate hunger, tasting every drop of arousal mixed with the lingering trace of blood on her lips.

— Fuck yes, just like that.— Y/N groaned, grinding her hips faster, practically smothering Victoria’s face. She reached back with one hand and slid her fingers back into Victoria’s soaked pussy, thrusting hard while she rode her mouth.

Victoria’s muffled moans grew louder, more frantic. She was completely lost beneath Y/N tongue fucking her relentlessly, nose brushing against her clit with every grind, crimson eyes watering with overwhelming pleasure and submission.

Y/N’s thighs started to tremble as the pleasure built fast and intense. The closer she grew to the orgasm, the more her voice started shaking. — Don’t you dare stop.—

Victoria whimpered in response, sucking harder on Y/N’s clit while bucking her hips up into Y/N’s thrusting fingers. The room was filled with messy, obscene sounds and broken moans. Victoria’s cold hands dug into Y/N’s ass, pulling her down even harder as if she wanted to drown in her.

The orgasm hit Y/N like a storm. She cried out sharply, grinding down roughly as she came on Victoria’s face, thighs clamping around the vampire’s head. Her fingers curled deep inside Victoria at the same time, hitting that perfect spot over and over until Victoria shattered beneath her with a muffled, desperate scream.

Both of them trembled violently through their climaxes, bodies locked together in a messy, possessive tangle.

Y/N stayed seated on Victoria’s face for a few long seconds, breathing heavily. Finally, she lifted herself off and collapsed beside her on the bed, pulling Victoria into her arms.

Victoria’s face was flushed, lips swollen and glistening. She immediately nuzzled into Y/N’s neck, licking softly at the bite mark she’d left earlier to seal it.

— I’m sorry, you know, for almost killing you.— Victoria whispered, voice hoarse and submissive.

— I got too greedy… but fuck, you’re incredible when you take control like that.—

Y/N laughed softly, still catching her breath, and tugged Victoria’s wild ginger hair. — You’re lucky I love you, you bloodthirsty idiot.—

This is my first ever one shot on tumblr, hope you guys enjoyed it <33

[simpforvictoria]

Haunted By Desire — Part 3

(Demetri Volturi x female reader)

The grand hall beneath Volterra’s ancient castle was dimly lit by flickering torches when Jane returned. She moved with purposeful strides, her small frame radiating icy anger. Aro sat upon his throne, fingers steepled, while Caius lounged beside him with bored disdain and Marcus stared into the void as usual. Felix and Alec stood nearby, sensing the tension immediately.

Aro’s pleasant smile faltered slightly as he read the storm on Jane’s face. — Jane, my dear. You returned at last, where have you been tonight?—

Jane stopped before the thrones, bowing minimally before straightening with sharp precision. Her voice was sweet as poisoned honey. — I bring some tragic news for you master… for all of us.—

She paused, her eyes wandered between Aro, Caius and Marcus, scared of what this information would release in them.

Aro moved slightky forward in his throne, his charming and amused smile, disappearing in an instance.

— Speak up, child.—

— The witness is not dead, Master Aro. She lives. I saw her myself tonight, walking with Demetri through the streets of that coastal town. They spoke for hours. He did not kill her. He did not bring her here. Instead, he lingered at her side like some lovesick fool, listening to her secrets as if they were old friends.—

A heavy silence fell over the hall. Caius’s eyes flashed with rage, leaning forward. Marcus’s gaze sharpened for the first time in ages, and Aro looked back at his companions in disbelief.

But still, his expression remained eerily calm, though his red eyes darkened. — You are certain of this Jane?—

— Without a doubt Master.— The blonde replied, her tone venomous. — He lied to us. Demetri has betrayed the Volturi.—

Days had passed since Demetri set foot in Volterra, and with the information Jane brought a few days earlier, Aro had no doubt in where he could be.

— He should be punished for what he has done.— Caius spitted out in frustration. — Nobody betrays the Volturi, and those who do, shall suffer because of it.—

Aro had a amused smile on his face, he looked into nothing, but saw everything.

— What should we do Aro?— Marcus asked with a slight sigh, a bit unbothered by the situation.

— Confrontation…— he’s smile only grew bigger, he turned his head to his fellow companions. — We have to destroy him, and that human he is with.—

— But he is our greatest tracker.— Marcus responded. — And he’s been with us for centuries.—

— So has Heidi, Jane, Alec, Felix, and everybody else.— Aro interrupted him quickly. — And I would kill each and one of them if they committed the same betrayal as Demetri.—

— So what do we do?— Caius asked while squinting his eyes a bit.

Aro fell silent for a second, his thoughts creating more that twenty different scenarios where he killed Demetri, cold blooded, without any remorse.

— Jane!— he yelled all of a sudden, his voice echoing around the grand hall.

The blonde girl appeared in a matter of seconds, with her unnatural speed, she positioned herself in front of the altar where her masters were sitting.

— Yes master Aro?—

— Call Chelsea and tell her I have an important matter she needs to handle… no loose ends this time.—

Jane looked up at him, knowing perfectly that the last part of Aro’s command, was a sarcastic comment for her, for the mistake she had made.

She felt a soft pain in her heart, this feeling was called guilt.

— Of course master, immediately.— She didn’t stutter once.

The fact that Chelsea was getting involved didn’t just mean death was nearby, a bond was about to break, a heart was gonna be broken, and a mate was going to lose his other half.

The echo led him to the crumbling Sicilian chapel, moonlight silvering the stones. Y/N was waiting.

— You came.— she whispered, voice trembling with relief and fear.

Demetri pulled her against him without a word, his kiss fierce, centuries of control shattering. His hands, precise as always, mapped her body like he was memorizing a new tenor. — I had no choice. Your echo has been screaming my name for weeks.—

Y/N laughed softly against his mouth. — Liar. You always have a choice, but you just keep choosing me.—

The ancient stone walls held the cool night air, but heat bloomed wherever their bodies touched. Demetri’s fingers slid down her spine, unfastening what little clothing remained between them with practiced elegance.

He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against a weathered pillar as his mouth trailed from her lips to her throat. His tongue traced the vein that no longer pulsed with human blood, yet still carried the memory of fire.

Y/N gasped as he entered her. His burgundy eyes locked onto hers, intense and unguarded in a way only she ever saw. Hips rolling in a steady rhythm that built like a gathering storm. Her legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his marble shoulders as pleasure coiled tight in her core. He was relentless yet tender and gentle, thrusting deeper, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other gripping her thigh hard enough to leave faint cracks in her skin that healed instantly.

For those stolen moments, everything felt peaceful. The Volturi, the mission, the weight of centuries, all of it faded. There was only the slick slide of skin on skin, the soft sounds of her moans echoing off the chapel ruins, and Demetri’s controlled breaths turning ragged against her neck.

He kissed her like he was starving for her touch, hips snapping faster now, chasing the shared release they both needed. Y/N’s echoes flared around them both, wrapping him in her essence, making him groan her name like a prayer.

Her ecstasy came moments later, clenching around him, trembling in his arms as waves of bliss crashed through her. He held her close, forehead pressed to hers, still buried deep, the two of them breathing in unison in the quiet aftermath.

For a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

Till it wasn’t.

Demetri’s head snapped up, body going rigid against hers. His tracking sense flared, sharp and urgent.

— Felix…— he hissed voice suddenly ice-cold.

Y/N felt it too, the heavy footfalls of another vampire approaching fast from the east ridge, moving with Volturi-trained precision.

Demetri pulled out of her swiftly but gently, helping her steady on her feet as he retrieved their discarded clothes with blurring speed.

His expression had transformed: the lover gone, replaced by the lethal tracker, jaw tight, eyes narrowed.

— He came to look for me.— Demetri muttered, fastening his own shirt with practiced calm even as tension coiled in his muscles. — I fed Aro false coordinates. Either Chelsea strengthened the bond faster than I anticipated… or he followed my own echo back to you.—

Y/N dressed quickly, her heart hammering with a different kind of adrenaline now. — What do we do?—

Demetri’s hand cupped her cheek for one final, searing second. — We stick to the plan. I stage your death. You run when I signal. But if Felix has seen too much…—

His gaze darkened with rare conflict. — I may have to hurt my oldest friend tonight.—

The chapel’s peaceful silence shattered as Felix’s voice boomed from just beyond the ruined walls, laced with suspicion and betrayal.

— Demetri! I know you’re in there. Aro’s orders were clear, no delays. Show me the target.—

Demetri stepped in front of Y/N protectively, his posture elegant even in crisis, one hand subtly reaching for the hidden blade at his side. The reversal had begun, and the peace of their union had just become the spark that could burn the Volturi down.

A massive figure emerged from the shadows of the crumbling archway. Felix stepped into the moonlight, his broad shoulders filling the space, burgundy eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.

His gaze locked onto Y/N immediately, raking over her disheveled form like she was a particularly delectable snack, lips curling into a slow, appreciative smirk that revealed the edge of his fangs.

The scent of recent passion still hung in the air, and Felix inhaled deeply, his expression shifting from suspicion to dark amusement.

— Well, well.— Felix drawled, voice thick with mockery. — The great tracker has been holding out on us. Hiding a pretty little thing like this? She smells… fresh. Untouched by Volterra’s justice.—

His eyes lingered on the curve of her neck, the flush that still lingered on her vampire-pale skin.

— Why exactly are you protecting her, Demetri? Aro sent you to end her, not fuck her.—

Y/N’s echoes stirred uneasily around her, faint psychic ripples brushing against the intruder’s mind like smoke.

Demetri’s voice remained calm, but his body coiled like a blade ready to strike.

— Shut up, Felix. You don’t know what you’re talking about.—

Felix laughed, low and dangerous. — It seems exactly like betrayal, old friend.—

Without another warning, he lunged toward Y/N with blinding speed, massive hands outstretched to seize her.

Demetri intercepted him mid-air, a blur of lethal grace. The two powerful vampires collided with a thunderous crack of stone-like bodies slamming together.

They crashed into a crumbling pillar, sending ancient stone exploding outward in a cloud of dust.

Demetri moved with precise, fluid strikes, using his tracking gift to anticipate Felix’s every twitch and muscle shift.

He landed a devastating knee to Felix’s midsection, then followed with a sharp elbow to the jaw that sent cracks spiderwebbing across Felix’s marble skin.

But Felix was built for raw destruction. He absorbed the blows and retaliated with overwhelming force, grabbing Demetri and slamming him sideways into the chapel wall.

The impact was brutal, Demetri’s ribs cracked audibly under the pressure, pain flashing across his usually composed features as he was hurled backward, carving a groove through the stone floor.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. Her eyes flared with power as she unleashed her echoes directly at Felix. Psychic traces, fragments of memories, emotions, and disorienting whispers, slammed into him like a storm of invisible blades.

Felix staggered, clutching his head as her gift destabilized his senses: phantom images of Y/N multiplying around the chapel, conflicting tenors pulling his focus in every direction, making the world tilt and blur.

He roared in frustration, swinging wildly at the illusions, buying Demetri precious seconds to recover and push himself upright, his cracked ribs already beginning to knit together.

— What the hell is this?— Felix snarled, shaking off the worst of the disorientation. His eyes widened as realization dawned.

Before Demetri could respond, new presences rippled through the night air. Footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, approached from the ridge.

Aro appeared first, emerging from the darkness like a specter in his dark robes, red eyes gleaming with calculated interest.

Chelsea flanked him on one side, her expression focused as she worked her subtle loyalty bonds, while Alec and Jane followed close behind, the twins’ childlike faces eerily blank. More of the guard materialized in the shadows, encircling the chapel ruins.

Aro’s gaze swept over the scene: Demetri was bruised but standing protectively in front of Y/N, Felix still recovering from her psychic assault, and the clear signs of their recent intimacy. A slow, delighted smile spread across Aro’s face as he clapped his hands together once.

— My dear Demetri.— Aro said, voice smooth as silk and sharp as venom. — It seems we have arrived just in time for a most enlightening performance. Felix, report. And you, my talented tracker… do explain why your loyalty appears to have developed such a fascinating crack.—

Demetri straightened fully, wiping stone dust from his jacket with forced elegance, keeping himself positioned between Y/N and the arriving Volturi.

His reversal plan was unraveling faster than anticipated, but the calm resolve in his burgundy eyes showed he wasn’t finished yet.

Felix didn’t waste a second. He straightened, still shaking off the last remnants of Y/N’s echoes, and pointed an accusing finger toward her.

— Aro.— he said rapidly, voice booming with urgency, — This woman is no ordinary human. She’s a witch, some kind of psychic. She flooded my mind with illusions and whispers. That’s how she’s been hiding from Demetri all this time. He should have killed her weeks ago, but instead…— Felix’s lips curled in disgust. — He’s been protecting her. Betraying us for her safety.—

Aro’s red eyes lit up with immediate fascination, tilting his head as he studied Y/N more closely.

— A witch, you say? How extraordinary. A power that disrupts even our finest tracker… I would very much like to understand how your gift works, my dear.—

But the fascination curdled quickly into cold hatred as the full weight of the betrayal settled. Aro’s expression hardened, his smile turning razor-sharp.

— Yet the greater sin is clear. Demetri has betrayed the Volturi. After centuries of flawless service… this. One of you must die for such an error. Loyalty cannot be fractured without consequence.—

The tension in the ruined chapel thickened, the Volturi guard closing ranks. Jane’s small smile promised pain, while Alec’s eyes gleamed with the threat of numbness.

Demetri turned slowly, his posture regaining its signature elegance despite the fresh cracks still healing along his ribs.

He met Aro’s gaze steadily, then glanced once at Y/N, a look loaded with their secretly discussed plan. His voice was calm, measured, laced with just the right note of calculated remorse.

— Master Aro.— Demetri said, stepping forward with deliberate grace. — I have failed you. This… attachment clouded my judgment. But allow me to prove my loyalty here and now. I will kill her myself, in front of you all. Let her death be my atonement. Let it restore my place at your side.—

Aro’s eyes widened with enlightened delight, the theatricality of the offer appealing to his ancient sense of spectacle. — How fitting. Yes… execute her, Demetri. Show us that your tracking gift still serves the Volturi above all else.—

Y/N stood perfectly still as Demetri approached her. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second, enough for her to see the raw worry etched behind his composed mask.

This part of the plan was the most dangerous. She had warned him: the spell she was about to cast on herself was volatile. It would shut down her systems, stilling her body and suppressing every psychic echo to mimic true death. But if it went wrong, it could kill her permanently.

Demetri’s hand rose to her throat with lethal precision. To the watching eyes, it looked like the clean, elegant kill of a master tracker. His fingers tightened just enough to sell the act, while his thumb brushed her skin in a secret, reassuring caress.

— Do it.— Y/N whispered, so softly only he could hear. — Trust me.—

She closed her eyes and released the spell. A cold wave rippled through her body. Her limbs went limp, her echoes vanished completely, and her form sagged lifelessly in Demetri’s grasp. To all appearances, her spark was gone, no movement, no psychic presence, as if her undead heart had simply ceased its eternal rhythm.

He put his mouth against her now ice cold neck, acting like he was sucking the life out of her.

Seconds later, Demetri lowered her body to the chapel floor with controlled sorrow, his face a perfect portrait of reluctant duty. He straightened, turning back to Aro and bowing his head. — It is done.—

Aro clapped slowly, visibly pleased. — Well done. Your loyalty is reaffirmed… for now. Come. We return to Volterra. The guard will clean this up.—

The group began to move, Demetri falling into step beside Aro and Chelsea as they turned toward the ridge. Felix shot him one last suspicious glare but said nothing. For a few tense moments, the night air was filled only with the sound of their departure.

Then Chelsea paused mid-step, head tilting sharply.

— Wait.— she said, voice sharp with alarm. — I hear it… her heartbeat. It’s returning — faint, but growing stronger.—

The Volturi froze. Aro’s head snapped back toward Y/N’s “corpse” his expression shifting from satisfaction to fury in an instant.

Y/N’s body twitched once on the stone floor as the dangerous spell began to unravel prematurely, her echoes flickering back to life.

Demetri’s calm facade cracked, worry flashing openly across his features. The reversal had been exposed.

— Y/N now!!— He yelled at her, making clear this was het moment to escape.

Aro hissed, his voice losing its theatrical charm. — Seize them both!—

Chaos erupted.

Felix roared and charged first, barreling toward Demetri with raw, destructive force.

Jane unleashed her gift, sending waves of burning agony toward Y/N as she stirred. Alec moved to blanket the area in numbing darkness.

Chelsea focused her power on Demetri, trying to reinforce crumbling loyalty bonds with invisible threads of emotional manipulation.

Demetri met Felix head-on, their collision shaking the chapel ruins.

Using his tracking sense to anticipate every brutal swing, Demetri dodged with fluid precision, landing sharp counter-strikes that cracked Felix’s marble skin.

Y/N pushed herself up, still weakened from the risky spell, and flung her echoes outward in a wide arc, disorienting Jane and Alec simultaneously, multiplying phantom versions of herself and Demetri across the ruins to confuse their aim.

The fight turned vicious. Stone exploded. Demetri took a heavy blow to the shoulder from Felix but twisted free, slamming his elbow into the larger vampire’s throat. Y/N cried out as Jane’s pain gift grazed her, but she retaliated by flooding Jane’s mind with overwhelming, chaotic echoes of fear and rebellion.

In the midst of the frenzy, two new figures blurred into the chapel from the northern ridge, moving with ancient purpose.

A figure appeared out of the shadows, tall, dark-skinned, with an aura of commanding authority.

His eyes burned with a mix of fury and reluctant concern as they locked onto Demetri. Beside him, a younger in appearance but powerful, his presence already stirring the air with subtle elemental shifts — wind picking up around the ruins, small flames flickering at his fingertips.

Amun’s voice cut through the violence like a whip. — Enough!—

Benjamin raised his hands, and a controlled gust of wind slammed into Felix and Alec, knocking them back several yards and creating a temporary barrier between the Volturi and Demetri’s side.

Aro’s eyes widened with recognition. — Amun. How unexpected. Come to reclaim your wayward creation, have you?—

Amun ignored Aro at first, staring directly at Demetri. Their shared history hung heavy in the air, the centuries-old sire-son bond, the day Demetri had chosen the Volturi over Amun’s Egyptian coven.

— I heard whispers.— Amun said, voice low and resonant. — My gifted son turning traitor. Abandoning the Volturi not for power or freedom… but for a human. Or so the rumors claimed.— His gaze flicked to Y/N, assessing her vampire nature and the faint psychic residue still clinging to her. — It seems the rumors were only half right.—

Demetri straightened, breathing hard, his elegant composure fractured but unbroken. He positioned himself protectively near Y/N as she regained her footing. — Amun. I did not call for you.—

— You didn’t have to.— Amun replied coolly. — Word travels among the old covens. Benjamin and I came to see if the tracker who once left me had finally grown a spine… or if he was simply throwing his eternity away.—

Benjamin offered a small, tense smile, flames dancing across his knuckles. — Looks like we arrived at the perfect time for a family reunion.—

Felix snarled and lunged again, but Benjamin summoned a wall of fire that forced him back. Jane tried to direct her pain at the newcomers, only for Y/N’s echoes to destabilize her focus once more. Aro watched the unfolding scene with calculating rage, Chelsea working frantically to maintain control over the guard.

The real fight had escalated into something far larger, a potential war in the Sicilian ruins, with old loyalties, new love, and ancient rivalries colliding.

Demetri glanced at Y/N, worry and resolve warring in his burgundy eyes. The reversal was no longer hidden. Now it was survival.

Benjamin stayed silent but alert beside his sire, ready to escalate the elements if needed, yet clearly uneasy about facing the full Volturi guard.

Demetri stepped forward, breathing steadily despite his injuries, his elegant composure returning. He knew Aro’s personality well, the ancient leader valued rare gifts and loyalty theater above all.

Killing everyone here would be wasteful and could fracture the Volturi’s reputation further after the events surrounding Renesmee.

— Master Aro.— Demetri said, voice calm and respectful. — I do not deny my actions. My attachment to Y/N clouded my duty. But I remain your tracker. I have served you faithfully for centuries. Allow me this one weakness, and I will ensure it never compromises the Volturi again. Spare her, and I will bind myself even tighter to our laws.—

Y/N stood beside him, weakened but defiant, her echoes now subdued. She said nothing, she understood the delicate balance of Volturi politics.

Aro was silent for a long moment, reading the room. Felix looked furious but obedient. Chelsea continued her subtle work on Demetri’s loyalty bonds. Jane and Alec waited for the order to kill.

Amun and Benjamin represented a complication, starting a war with the Egyptian coven over one guard member was not worth the cost, especially with Benjamin’s dangerous gift in play.

Finally, Aro let out a theatrical sigh. — Very well. I am not unreasonable. Demetri, your gift is too valuable to discard lightly. And this… witch.— He gestured at Y/N, — Has an ability that could prove useful in the future. You will both return to Volterra under watch. Y/N will be evaluated. If she proves controllable, she may live under the Volturi’s protection, as your mate, perhaps. If not…— His smile sharpened. — There will be consequences later.—

Demetri sighed softly — I will not return to live in Volterra. Instead, allow us to remain allied to the Volturi. Call upon me when my tracking skills are truly needed. I will answer. But Y/N and I will live independently. We will uphold the laws. We will not challenge your authority.—

Caius looked at him in desbelief. — That is not an option, you will return, either with or without your human.—

Aro raised his hand at Caius, making clear he’s demand was not going to be the final say.

He was silent for a long moment, red eyes narrowing as he weighed the proposal. Losing full control over his best tracker was irritating, but keeping Demetri as a remote asset especially with Y/N’s unique echo ability potentially useful later, was far smarter than forcing a fight that could damage his guard or alienate Amun’s coven. Caius might have demanded death, but Aro was the pragmatist.

— You would rather be a nomad with a witch than come back to a castle where you have lives under our protection for centuries?— He questioned.

— Y/N has shown me other ways of living peacefully, we are strong together. This does not mean will be unloyal to my coven.— Demetri responded, firm on his decision.

Aro fell quiet again and looked back at his companions.

He looked at Marcus specifically, remembering the incurable pain he had caused him by killing his mate the moment he felt they’re departure of Volterra centuries before was going to burden his power. He would not repeat that error ever again.

— An alliance, then.— Aro declared at last, his smile sharp but accepting. — You will not reside in the castle. You will not live in Volterra. But you remain bound to us by blood and law. Should I summon you, Demetri, you will come. Break this agreement, aid law-breakers, or expose our world… and there will be no second mercy. Amun, I trust you will ensure your wayward son understands the consequences.—

Amun inclined his head slightly, relieved. He had no desire to shelter rebels indefinitely, but this outcome allowed him to withdraw cleanly.

— They will not burden my coven. This arrangement satisfies me.—

Benjamin remained watchful but said nothing, his elemental power held in reserve.

Felix shot Demetri a final glare of deep distrust, but he obeyed Aro’s command without question. Chelsea subtly adjusted her loyalty threads, loosening them enough to reflect the new distance while keeping a faint connection. Jane and Alec looked disappointed at the lack of violence, but stood down.

Demetri turned to Y/N, relief and quiet triumph in his burgundy eyes. He took her hand openly. — We are free.— he murmured, low enough for only her to hear. — Together. On our own terms.—

As the Volturi blurred away into the night, Aro casting one final, calculating glance over his shoulder, Amun and Benjamin lingered briefly. Amun gave Demetri a long, measuring look. — You chose love over power. A dangerous path… but perhaps one that suits you now. Do not make me regret intervening.—

With that, the Egyptians departed as well, leaving Demetri and Y/N alone in the moonlit ruins of the Sicilian chapel.

The reversal was complete, yet not total destruction of his old life. They were still tied to the Volturi by alliance, useful when needed, but no longer trapped inside the golden cage of Volterra.

Demetri pulled Y/N close, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead, the weight of centuries finally shifting toward a new, uncertain future.

No one had died. Old loyalties had bent but not broken. And for the first time in his immortal existence, Demetri belonged to himself as much as he belonged to the Volturi.

Amun inclined his head slightly, relieved the situation had not escalated to total destruction. — Then my business here is finished. Benjamin.— He placed a hand on the younger vampire’s shoulder. — We leave them to their affairs.—

Benjamin glanced at Demetri with a mix of respect and skepticism, then nodded. The two Egyptians blurred away into the night, choosing survival and distance over further involvement, perfectly in character for Amun’s cautious personality.

Demetri bowed low to Aro. — Thank you, Master. You are wise as always.—

— Don’t make me regret my decision Demetri, i will not hesitate on ending your life or your mate’s if this decision brings danger to our coven at any point.—

The reversal was delayed, not destroyed. Demetri’s position was damaged but not broken, he remained inside the Volturi, now with Y/N under their watchful eye, buying time for whatever future moves he had planned.

The Sicilian ruins fell quiet once more as the group departed. Ancient powers had clashed, old loyalties had been tested, and fragile new ones had survived… for now.

[simpforvictoria]

Haunted By Desire — Part 2.

(Demetri Volturi x female reader)

Demetri moved like a shadow through the winding streets of Volterra, his long coat brushing against the ancient stone walls as he left the castle behind. A week had passed since that chaotic night in the alley, yet the memory refused to fade. He had told Aro what his master wanted to hear, that the witness was gone, the loose end tied off neatly. But the lie had taken root in his mind, and every night since, he found himself drawn back to the quiet coastal town.

He had watched her from afar. From rooftops, from the edge of the woods, from the shadows across the street. Y/N moved through her days with a careful grace, tending the bookstore, walking the same paths, always glancing over her shoulder.

She was cautious now, more alert. And still… that impossible power lingered in his thoughts. A human who had brought him, a tracker of the Volturi, to his knees. The pain she had unleashed had been real, visceral. He had never encountered anything like it.

Curiosity and unfamiliarity had become his constant companion.

Tonight, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky in hues of amber and rose, Demetri pushed open the door to the small bookstore. The bell above the entrance gave a soft, reluctant chime.

The shop was empty, the last customer long gone. Golden light filtered through the front windows, casting long shadows between the tall shelves lined with worn paperbacks and leather-bound volumes.

Y/N stood behind the counter, organizing a stack of books. At the sound of the door, her head snapped up. Her eyes widened in recognition, and her entire posture stiffened.

— What are you doing here?— she breathed, voice low and edged with warning. — I thought I told you to stay away from me.—

Demetri offered a slow, elegant smile, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat and took a few measured steps forward, stopping at a respectful distance. The fading sunlight caught the faint red gleam in his eyes.

— I remember.— he said, his voice smooth as velvet. — You were quite clear. And yet… here I am.—

Y/N’s hand drifted toward the phone on the counter. — I meant it. Leave. Now.—

Demetri tilted his head slightly, studying her the way one might examine a rare and dangerous artifact.

— I’ve spent the last week trying to forget what happened in that alley. The way you looked at me. The power that poured out of you.—

His tone remained light, almost conversational, but there was a quiet intensity beneath it. — And yet, I can’t find a logical explanation for anything that happened.—

Y/N looked at him, the expression on her face wasn’t scared, it was frustration, like she had been discovered, better yet, she had exposed herself and she was fully aware of it. — I don’t owe you an explanation, you attacked me, I just defended myself, so don’t overthink it anymore and just leave, now.—

Demetri chuckled amused as he got a bit closer to the counter.

— I’m afraid I can’t simply walk away without understanding. You intrigue me… and I won’t leave until I get answers.—

Her jaw tightened. — I’m calling the police if you don’t get out of my shop right now.—

A soft, amused chuckle escaped him again. Demetri leaned casually against a nearby shelf, completely unbothered.

— Go ahead. Call them. They’ll never catch me. I’ve been disappearing from places far more dangerous than this sleepy town for centuries. By the time they arrive, I’ll be long gone… and I’ll simply come back tomorrow. And the next day. I’m very patient when something interests me.—

Y/N stared at him, breathing steadily, weighing her options. He didn’t move closer. He didn’t threaten. He simply stood there, calm and unyielding, watching her with that same mix of fascination and respect she had glimpsed in the alley.

There was no bloodlust in his eyes tonight, only burning curiosity.

After a long, tense silence, she exhaled sharply and lowered her hand from the phone.

— You’re not going to leave, are you?—

— You’re a smart girl.— Demetri admitted with a faint smile, he’s hands started gliding over some books near the shelf he was leaning against before. —I won’t until you tell me what you are. I’ve faced werewolves, other vampires, even the occasional gifted human…—

His face finally turned towards her, his glowing crimson eyes looking straight into hers. — But you, you dropped me to my knees without even touching me. That kind of power doesn’t come from nowhere.—

Y/N rubbed her forehead and sighed, clearly exhausted by the situation. She glanced toward the windows, making sure the street outside was still empty, then looked back at him.

— Fine.— she said finally. — Since you’re clearly too stubborn to disappear… I’ll tell you. But only because I believe you’re not here to kill me tonight.—

Demetri’s expression softened with genuine interest as he waited, his crimson eyes tracing the subtle lines of determination in her face. There was a quiet strength in the way she held herself, shoulders squared, chin lifted despite the fear he could still scent beneath her composure. It was… admirable.

— I’ve had these abilities since birth. — Y/N began, her voice steady but cautious.

— “I’m a witch. Not the kind from fairy tales with broomsticks and pointy hats. Real magic. It runs in my blood. I can channel energy, manipulate pain, like what I did to you, create protective barriers, influence emotions to a degree, and work with natural elements. Herbs, stones, moonlight… they help me focus and amplify what’s already there.—

Demetri listened intently, his usual mask of cool detachment cracking with visible surprise. He pushed off the shelf and took one slow step closer, not threatening, but clearly captivated. — A witch…— he murmured, tasting the word.

— I’ve heard whispers of your kind over the centuries. Ancient tales from medieval Europe, covens that could curse entire bloodlines or bend the weather to their will. But the stories always portrayed witches as frail mortals relying on rituals and potions. Fragile. None of them suggested someone could inflict genuine pain on a vampire with nothing but focused will.— He confessed, still intrigued by the person standing in front of him.

Y/N gave a small, wry smile, leaning against the counter. — That’s because most witches aren’t fighting vampires. Our power varies wildly between individuals. Some are barely more than empaths or healers. I’ve always been… stronger than average. It’s not just raw force, it’s control. Precision. I can sense energy flows, including the unnatural ones in beings like you. Your kind has this cold, almost static essence. When I pushed pain into you, I was essentially overwhelming your nervous system or whatever passes for one. It’s like forcing a surge through circuits that weren’t built to handle it.—

Demetri’s lips curved into a subtle, appreciative smile. He found himself noticing the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about her craft not with arrogance, but with quiet confidence born of real knowledge.

It was intellectually stimulating in a way he hadn’t experienced in decades. Most humans cowered or begged. This one explained her power like a scholar dissecting an ancient text.

— Fascinating.— he said softly, his voice dropping lower. — You speak of it so clinically, yet you wielded it like a weapon forged for battle. Tell me more about these covens you mentioned. How does one even find such groups in the modern world? And what made you leave them behind?”—

Y/N hesitated, but his genuine curiosity seemed to loosen her tongue. She gestured lightly as she spoke, her hands graceful in the golden light.

— They’re hidden in plain sight mostly. Some pose as wellness retreats or esoteric book clubs. Others are deeper underground. My first coven, in Scotland, taught me elemental control how to draw strength from the earth and wind, to ground myself during rituals so the power doesn’t burn me out. The second, in France, specialized in defensive magic and wards. They could create barriers that even strong supernatural beings struggled to cross. The third…. —

She paused, a shadow crossing her face.

— They leaned darker. Blood rituals, spirit communion, manipulating fate itself. I learned bindings and curses there, things I hope I never have to use. But it never felt right. Too many rules, too much infighting over hierarchy and ancient grudges, too much fear of the outside world discovering us. Power corrupts even the gifted, it seems. So I left them all behind. I’ve been nomadic for the last couple of years, moving quietly from place to place, practicing alone, trying to blend in and live something close to a normal life.—

Demetri watched her closely, the golden sunset light catching strands of her hair and warming her features. She was beautiful, the curve of her lips when she smiled faintly at a memory, the steady intelligence in her gaze but it was more than that. Her independence, her refusal to be caged by tradition or fear, stirred something deeper.

A rare intellectual attraction bloomed alongside the physical pull he already felt: the graceful line of her neck, the steadiness of her hands despite the adrenaline he could hear in her pulse, the sharp mind that challenged centuries of his assumptions.

— A nomadic witch… I’m impressed.— He looked down at his feet, he felt flustered for a second, it was a weird feeling, a feeling he hadn’t felt before.

— You chose solitude over power and community. — he said, almost reverently. — That takes remarkable strength of will. Most creatures human or otherwise crave belonging, even if it means compromising who they are. You walk your own path, even knowing the risks. It’s… truly impressive.—

His tone carried a subtle warmth, his gaze lingering on her a fraction longer than necessary, tracing the way the fading light played across her skin.

— And effective, clearly. You evaded three elite guards and then bested me. I’ve tracked gifted humans before, but none like you. None who could make me question everything I thought I knew about mortal limitations.—

Y/N studied him, sensing the shift in his demeanor, the way his voice softened, the genuine admiration threading through his words.

— You’re not what I expected from a Volturi enforcer. You’re actually listening. Why does this matter so much to you? I’m just one woman trying to stay hidden.—

Demetri let out a soft, self-deprecating laugh, stepping a little closer now, close enough that the cool aura around him brushed against her.

— Because in four hundred years, very few things have truly surprised me. You did. You hurt me physically, which should be impossible, and then you spared me when you could have ended it.—

His eyes held hers, intense yet respectful.

— I find myself wanting to understand not just the power, but the woman who commands it. There’s a sharp mind behind those eyes. Intelligence like yours is a rare luxury in my world of endless politics, betrayals, and violence. Most beings I encounter are predictable. You… you’re a puzzle I find myself unwilling to set aside.—

The air between them thickened. Y/N felt the weight of his attention, not predatory in the way she’d feared, but admiring almost magnetic.

Demetri, for his part, was increasingly aware of the pull: the way her knowledge challenged him, the quiet resilience that made her far more than prey.

He admired the subtle confidence in how she spoke, the way she didn’t shrink from his gaze.

She crossed her arms, though her posture had relaxed noticeably.

— Most vampires would have killed me already. Why haven’t you? What’s really stopping you?—

— Because killing you would be a waste.— he replied honestly, his smile slow and charming, revealing a hint of genuine warmth.

— A mind like yours, abilities like yours… they deserve study. Perhaps even alliance, in time.—

He glanced around the quiet bookstore, the shelves glowing in the last light of day, then back to her.

— I could stay here all night listening to you speak of magic and covens. You make the impossible sound… elegant. Tell me, how do you manage the balance? The power you carry must be a heavy burden, always hiding it, always wondering who might sense it next.—

Y/N exhaled, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. She found herself opening up more, drawn by his unexpected depth.

— It is heavy. Some days I feel like I’m carrying lightning in a glass bottle. But the rituals help, anchoring myself to the natural world keeps me grounded. I’ve learned to sense when others like you are near, that unnatural stillness in the air. That’s how I knew something was wrong the night in the woods… and again when you appeared.—

They continued talking as twilight deepened outside, the shop growing dimmer and more intimate. Demetri asked about specific spells, the differences between traditions, and she answered with thoughtful detail, occasionally demonstrating a small, harmless shimmer of energy between her fingers that made his eyes widen with renewed fascination. In turn, he shared fragments of his long existence, not the horrors, but the wonder of centuries spent witnessing history unfold, always searching for something new.

After some time, Y/N turned the key in the keyhole on the wooden door of the bookstore, she pushed it a bit making sure the door was properly closed and locked.

Demetri stood by her side, waiting for her to start walking.

— Well… I think you know almost everything now, I haven't stopped talking for two hours.— She chuckled softly.

— And yet you haven’t bored me a single second.— Demetri confessed softly, surprised by himself and the soft and vulnerable state he was in, centuries of calculated detachment cracking under the weight of genuine fascination.

They began walking together down the narrow, lamplit streets toward her apartment. The coastal town was quiet at this hour, the distant sound of waves murmuring against the shore mixing with the occasional creak of old wooden signs swaying in the breeze.

Demetri kept pace beside her, his stride unhurried, hands clasped loosely behind his back. He towered over her, but his presence felt surprisingly protective rather than intimidating tonight.

— You speak of your power with such clarity.—

he said after a moment, his voice low and smooth.

— Most beings with gifts treat them as weapons or curses. You treat yours like an extension of yourself, something to be understood, refined.—

His crimson eyes flicked toward her profile, admiring the way the moonlight softened her features.

Y/N glanced at him, a faint blush warming her cheeks despite the cool night air. — Coming from a Volturi tracker, that’s quite the compliment. You’ve seen empires rise and fall. What could possibly intrigue you about a nomadic witch trying to live quietly?—

Demetri smiled faintly, the expression reaching his eyes in a way that made them gleam like polished rubies.

— Precisely because you choose quiet. In my world, power is currency, hoarded, displayed, weaponized. You wield yours with intention, not hunger. And the way you described those covens… the lessons in elemental harmony, the wards that could repel even my kind. I’ve spent lifetimes mastering the art of pursuit. You make me wonder what it would be like to chase knowledge instead of targets.—

Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they walked, weaving between topics, ancient spells she’d mastered, forgotten vampire lore he’d witnessed firsthand. Demetri found himself leaning closer whenever she spoke, drawn not only to the graceful curve of her smile or the subtle scent of herbs that clung to her skin, but to the sharp intellect that challenged his long-held views.

She was a living contradiction: fragile in body, yet formidable in spirit. The intellectual pull had deepened into something warmer, more personal. He wanted more nights like this, conversations that stretched into the early hours, her voice painting pictures of a world he’d never truly known.

Unseen by either of them, a small figure watched from the deep shadows of a nearby alley. Jane’s red eyes narrowed, her childlike face twisted in cold fury. She had followed Demetri out of suspicion after his vague report, something in his demeanor had felt off.

Now, seeing him strolling casually beside the very human he claimed to have eliminated, sharing secrets and smiles, confirmed her doubts. Her tiny hands clenched at her sides, power crackling faintly around her.

She remained perfectly still until they disappeared around a corner toward Y/N’s apartment building. Only then did she slip away, vanishing into the night like smoke.

The grand hall beneath Volterra’s ancient castle was dimly lit by flickering torches when Jane returned. She moved with purposeful strides, her small frame radiating icy anger. Aro sat upon his throne, fingers steepled, while Caius lounged beside him with bored disdain and Marcus stared into the void as usual. Felix and Alec stood nearby, sensing the tension immediately.

Aro’s pleasant smile faltered slightly as he read the storm on Jane’s face. — Jane, my dear. You returned at last, where have you been tonight?—

Jane stopped before the thrones, bowing minimally before straightening with sharp precision. Her voice was sweet as poisoned honey. — I bring some tragic news for you master… for all of us.—

She paused, her eyes wandered between Aro, Caius and Marcus, scared of what this information would release in them.

Aro moved slightky forward in his throne, his charming and amused smile, dissapearing in an instance.

— Speak up, child.—

— The witness is not dead, Master Aro. She lives. I saw her myself tonight, walking with Demetri through the streets of that coastal town. They spoke for hours. He did not kill her. He did not bring her here. Instead, he lingered at her side like some lovesick fool, listening to her secrets as if they were old friends.—

A heavy silence fell over the hall. Caius’s eyes flashed with rage, leaning forward. Marcus’s gaze sharpened for the first time in ages, and Aro looked back at his companions in disbelief.

But still, his expression remained eerily calm, though his red eyes darkened. — You are certain of this Jane?—

— Without doubt Master.— The blonde replied, her tone venomous. — He lied to us. Demetri has betrayed the Volturi.—

To be continued…

[simpforvictoria]

Hello guys !!

I finally decided it was time to escape Wattpad, the end of and era really, and come to Tumblr bcs my friend @simpfordemetri introduced me to it and I thought why not.

Bear in mind, this is literally my first time writing on this platform and writing Twilight ffs, but I’m open for any requests.

As you can tell, I’m a simp for Victoria and Rosalie so most of my one shots probably’ll go about them, but

IM OPEN FOR ANY REQUESTS !!

So send me any idea and I’ll try to write it out :))

(i also watched The Vampire Diaries so i can write about that as well)

Thnx you guys! Hope you enjoyyy!!

[simpforvictoria]

She’s got away — Victoria x Heidi

The heavy velvet drapes in the secluded manor house on the outskirts of London muffled the world outside, turning the bedchamber into a private sanctuary of warm firelight and whispered secrets.

The year was 1570. This old stone manor tucked away in misty English countryside with its creaking oak floors, hidden cellars, and surrounding ancient woods had become more than shelter.

It was home. A chosen sanctuary for women who had once been broken by mortal cruelties, now bound by something far deeper.

Victoria lay entwined with Heidi beneath silk sheets that smelled faintly of lavender and the cool, sweet scent of their immortal skin. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering golden shadows that danced across Heidi’s flawless form. Victoria rested on her side, her fiery red hair spilling like flames over the pillow, one hand gently cupping Heidi’s cheek as if afraid the moment might vanish.

Her eyes traced every detail the elegant slope of Heidi’s nose, the way firelight caught in her dark lashes, the subtle rise and fall of her chest that no longer needed breath but still moved with quiet emotion.

— You’re staring again.— Heidi murmured, her voice a velvet caress laced with amusement and something deeper, unbreakable adoration.

Her dark eyes, those hypnotic depths that could command armies of mortals, softened only for Victoria. There was no guard in them now, only warmth.

Victoria smiled, innocent and genuine, her expression open like a clear dawn before any storms had touched her heart.

— How can I stop?— she replied softly, her fingers drifting from Heidi’s cheek down the smooth line of her neck. — When I look at you, everything else disappears. The woods outside, the weight of our pasts… it’s just you. The one who makes eternity feel like a gift instead of a sentence.— There was pure wonder in her voice, the kind that came from a soul that still believed love could conquer all.

Heidi shifted closer, their bare legs brushing and then intertwining, cool marble skin pressing together in a way that sent quiet sparks through them both. The room felt smaller, warmer, as if the rest of the world had faded to nothing. Heidi’s hand slid along Victoria’s waist, pulling their bodies closer. Skin met skin in an intimate press, every curve aligning perfectly, the faint coolness of their flesh contrasting with the building heat of emotion.

Heidi leaned in, brushing her lips against Victoria’s in a kiss that started tender and deepened with aching slowness, lips parting, tongues meeting in a dance of cool sweetness that drew a soft sigh from Victoria’s throat.

When they parted, Heidi kept their foreheads touching, her breath mingling with Victoria’s, a soft smile appeared on both of their faces, while their crimson eyes locked together as two magnets, they were both exactly where they wanted to be.

Heidi’s fingers traced lazy, possessive circles on Victoria’s lower back, dipping subtly lower.

— You know…— She whispered softly, her eyes wandering between Victoria’s lips and eyes. — I would give my immortal life for you, my love.— The words slipped out subtly, woven into the intimacy like a secret only they shared. — Without hesitation. If pain ever came for you, I would step between you and it. No suffering could ever tear us apart, not the memories of our human days, not the dangers of the night nor the day. It will be the two of us forever, Victoria. You and I against whatever eternity throws our way.—

Her voice was low, intimate, almost hypnotic in its sincerity, each promise laced with the gentle stroke of her hand along Victoria’s thigh, pulling it over her hip so they were completely wrapped together. The touch was worshipful, exploring with familiar tenderness, palm gliding over hip, waist, the sensitive skin beneath her ribs.

Victoria’s heart, if it still beat, would have swelled with overwhelming joy. Innocent trust shone in her eyes as she gazed at Heidi, her own hands exploring in return: fingers threading through her dark hair, tracing the elegant column of Heidi’s throat.

— You mean that?— she breathed, voice thick with genuine emotion. Tears of venom welled at the corners of her eyes, not from sorrow but from the profound safety she felt.

— Because I believe you with everything I am. You make me feel… whole.— She kissed Heidi again, deeper this time, pouring her innocent faith into it bodies moving in a slow, synchronized rhythm, hips rolling gently against each other, hands mapping every beloved inch as if memorizing eternity.

Heidi smiled against her lips, pulling back just enough to whisper more. — Feel it in my touch, then. Every time I hold you like this, I’m promising again. No danger in this world, will separate us. We’ll hunt together, laugh with our sisters, and return here to this bed where only our love exists. You are my destiny, and I am yours. Forever.—

Her words flowed subtly, layered between kisses along Victoria’s collarbone and the possessive press of her palm against Victoria’s lower back, drawing their bodies even tighter.

Soft sighs filled the chamber, Victoria’s genuine, heartfelt murmurs of — I love you— mingling with the crackle of the fire and the rustle of silk sheets. The cool slide of immortal skin, the lavender-scented warmth, the absolute vulnerability and trust radiating from Victoria’s open expressions and eager responses.

The door swung open with a dramatic creak.

Anne stood framed in the doorway, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched in mock exasperation. Her dark hair was pinned neatly, ready for the night.

— Oh, for the love of whatever gods still bother with our kind, you two are just… horrible.— Anne’s expression could be described as disgust, but a soft grin totally debunked that theory.

Heidi chuckled softly and hid her face on Victoria’s shoulder.

— Hilda says it’s time.— Anne continued. — The moon is high, the city roads are ripe with travelers, and the rest of us have been waiting while you two renew your quiet promises like the world outside doesn’t exist.—

Despite her words, Anne’s tone carried deep fondness, a sisterly warmth that never judged.

She had turned Victoria years ago, pulling her from suffering into this family. Seeing her sister so openly adored only strengthened the coven’s bonds.

Victoria groaned playfully, arching her neck backwards against the bed frame, Heidi placed one last lingering kiss on her collarbone.

— Must we? The night can wait five more minutes.— Victoria complained.

Anne chuckled. — Tell that to Hilda. She’s got that look, the one that says ‘sisters first, romance second.’ Come on, lovebirds. The hunt calls.— She turned a round in a fast, smooth movement and closed the door behind her.

Heidi sat up slowly, sheets pooling at her waist. She cupped Victoria’s face once more, eyes still burning with the weight of her subtle vows.

— Later.— she promised, voice low and heated with lingering desire. — When we return fed and triumphant, I will keep every word I just spoke. This bed will be ours again. I swear it on our bond.—

They rose together, unashamed in their closeness. Heidi helped Victoria into her dark hunting gown, fingers brushing deliberately along her spine as she tied the laces, stealing a quick, loving kiss to her shoulder.

Victoria turned, catching Heidi’s hands and lacing their fingers tightly. The touch grounded them both, physical proof of the promises just renewed.

Downstairs in the grand hall, with its long oak table and flickering candles, the full coven had gathered. Hilda stood tall and regal. Mary sharpened a small blade with quiet focus, while young Noela bounced on her heels, newborn energy barely contained.

Hilda’s eyes softened at the sight of the intertwined couple. — There you are. Our hearts beat as one tonight, sisters, especially you two. Your love reminds us why we fight for this family.—

Victoria squeezed Heidi’s hand, emotion swelling: gratitude, joy, the deep certainty that their romance elevated them all. — We’re ready.— she said, voice steady. — Together.—

They slipped into the misty night like shadows, the manor fading behind them as they raced toward London’s outskirts. The hunt was their ritual, their proof of sisterhood.

Hilda led with sharp instincts, scanning the darkened roads. — Spread out but stay close.— she instructed, voice calm. — Mary, your awareness, scout the edges. Noela, lend your strength if prey scatters. Anne, precision as always.—

Victoria and Heidi moved as one, hands brushing constantly. Victoria’s gift hummed self-preservation making her body react before danger formed. — I feel the wind shifting.— she murmured to Heidi. — A group ahead. Stay behind me if anything feels wrong.—

Heidi nodded, stepping forward with graceful confidence. Her allure washed outward like invisible silk. — Come to us.— she whispered to the merchants, drawing them in willingly.

The coven struck in perfect harmony Mary herding, Noela pinning, Anne precise, Victoria protecting in flashes of speed. They fed with shared laughter and triumph.

Their sisterhood wasn’t mere alliance; it was emotional armor. Each woman’s past pain had been transformed into fierce unity. They were exceptional because they cared.

But Hilda suddenly froze. — Wait… sisters, something is wrong. The air feels heavy. Like eyes watching.—

Victoria’s instinct flared. — Heidi, stay by me—

Two small figures appeared out of the shadows: Jane and Alec.

Jane smiled. — Good evening fellow sisters.— Her gift lashed out excruciating pain crashing into Anne.

Anne screamed, convulsing. — It burns—make it stop! Sisters—!—

— Anne!— Victoria roared, terror exploding in her chest. She launched forward, but Alec’s darkness swallowed everything. Blind panic clawed at her. — No! Not her! Heidi, where are you?!—

The others charged. Hilda commanded: — Protect Anne! Together!—

Then Aro’s voice cut through: — That’s enough, children.—

The sensory darkness lifted abruptly. The fighting halted under the sheer weight of his presence. Aro stepped into the clearing, his crimson robes whispering against the leaves, flanked by elite guards whose eyes gleamed with disciplined hunger.

His expression held a theatrical touch of regret, but his ancient red eyes sparkled with calculated interest as they swept over the coven, lingering especially on Heidi.

Victoria stumbled to Heidi’s side, grabbing her hand in a tight, trembling grip. Relief flooded her at the touch, her innocent heart clinging to the vows they had renewed just hours ago.

— Heidi… you’re here. We’ll get through this. Together, like you promised.— Her voice was thick with emotion, fear mixed with genuine faith that their destined love could shield them.

Aro tilted his head, smiling gently as if addressing wayward daughters.

— Ah, Hilda. And your charming little sisterhood. We have watched your growing coven with interest. You have built something… remarkable here in these English mists. A sanctuary of women, bound by trauma and affection. Touching, truly. But therein lies the issue.—

He gestured gracefully with one hand.

— Your numbers, your open hunts near London, they draw whispers. Humans speak of strange disappearances, of alluring women who vanish into the night. We Volturi exist to maintain the secrecy of our kind. Such attention risks us all. Laws are not suggestions, dear ones.—

Hilda pushed forward, positioning herself protectively in front of her sisters, her face pale but resolute. Deep sorrow etched her features, the weight of a leader who had turned these women out of pity, only to see their hard-won peace threatened.

— Aro, please. Hear me. We have lived discreetly. We harm no one beyond necessity. Take me instead. I offer my life freely, my thoughts, my leadership, everything. Spare my sisters. They have endured enough cruelty in their mortal days and now in this immortal one. Let them keep the manor, their bond. I beg you.—

Her voice cracked with raw vulnerability, venom tears glistening as she extended her hand in submission.

Victoria’s chest tightened with a whirlwind of emotions: admiration for Hilda’s selflessness, terror clawing at her throat, and a fierce, protective love for Heidi that made her squeeze her mate’s hand harder.

— Hilda, no… don’t do this. We can run, we’ve always been stronger together!—

Innocent hope still burned in her words, the belief that loyalty and love could sway even kings.

Aro touched Hilda’s offered hand briefly, reading her thoughts with a faint sigh.

— Noble. Selfless. But unnecessary, I’m afraid. Your coven’s size alone warrants correction. And certain gifts…— His gaze fixed on Heidi with unmistakable hunger. — Heidi’s allure is exquisite. It could serve Volterra greatly, luring sustenance without effort. She would be… valued.—

Heidi stiffened beside Victoria, conflict flickering in her hypnotic eyes for the first time. But Victoria, still wrapped in trust, whispered fiercely, — We won’t let them take you. Remember your vow, us forever, no suffering could separate us.—

At Aro’s subtle nod, Jane unleashed her gift fully on Hilda. The scream that ripped from their leader was horrific, soul-shattering, endless agony as invisible fire consumed her from within.

Hilda collapsed, body jerking and twisting violently on the forest floor.

— Sisters… run… now!—

Each word was punctuated by gasps, her regal poise shattered into pure torment, the deep maternal bond she felt for them all laid bare in her final suffering.

Chaos erupted again. The guard descended like a storm. Mary’s heightened senses couldn’t save her as a massive warrior tore her head from her shoulders mid-charge, her last expression one of defiant loyalty. Noela’s newborn strength roared in a furious cry before multiple guards overwhelmed her, ripping her apart with brutal efficiency; her young screams echoed the lost innocence of her turning.

Anne, still weakened and convulsing from residual pain, reached weakly toward Victoria. — Vic… protect… each other…— before her body was dismantled, the sisterly love that had saved Victoria once now severed forever.

Victoria fought like a demon possessed, her survival gift pushing her speed to blinding limits. She tore into one guard, claws sinking deep, roaring with grief and rage. — You monsters! They were everything to me! They were everything I had left!—

Tears streamed down her face as each loss carved deeper wounds: the sisterhood that had healed her human scars, the laughter, the acceptance of her love for Heidi, all shredded before her eyes. Panic and profound loss mixed with desperate determination to reach Heidi.

In the end, the elite numbers proved too much. The night filled with the sickening sounds of marble flesh tearing, venom hissing like acid rain, and the fading echoes of sisterly cries. When the violence stilled, only two figures remained standing amid the carnage of scattered limbs and blood-soaked leaves: Victoria and Heidi.

But before Victoria could react, Jane unleashed her gift directly at her. Excruciating pain erupted through every fiber of Victoria’s being, like white-hot fire pouring into her veins, burning through nerves that should have been immortal. She screamed, collapsing to her knees in the leaves, her body convulsing violently.

— Make it stop! Heidi!— The agony was layered, not just physical but emotional, ripping open every memory of their shared nights, their renewed vows, the sisterly laughter that now felt like ghosts.

Alec raised his hand, layering sensory darkness over the pain, disorienting her further. Victoria thrashed blindly, survival instincts firing uselessly against the elite twins.

— Heidi! Where are you?! Don’t leave me— you promised! You said you’d give your immortal life for me… that nothing would tear us apart!—

Through the haze of torment, Victoria saw Heidi lunge forward with desperate speed. — No! Stay away from her!— Heidi roared, her voice fierce with protective love. She blurred between Victoria and the twins, the tears of suffering were streaming over her face while shoving Jane back with raw strength born of their mate bond.

— She’s mine, You won’t take her from me!— For that brief, shining moment, Heidi was everything Victoria had believed in: the lover who would give her all to protect her, her companion for eternity, the woman whose touch had made her feel safe and whole. Heidi’s hand reached back, gripping Victoria’s arm tightly. —Hold on, my love. I’m here. I won’t let them! —

Chelsea stepped forward silently from behind the kings, her expression calm and focused. The Volturi witch extended her subtle gift, the power to manipulate emotional bonds and loyalties like threads in a tapestry. Invisible to the eye but devastating in effect, it wove into Heidi’s mind, twisting the deep mate bond she shared with Victoria. What had been pure, destined love began to fray and redirect. Loyalty to the coven, to Victoria, to their lost sisters, warped under Chelsea’s influence, reshaping into allegiance to Aro and the Volturi’s promise of power, safety, and purpose.

Heidi’s grip on Victoria’s arm loosened. Her body went rigid, eyes glazing over as conflicting emotions warred across her face. — Victoria… I… I can’t…— Her voice trembled, the words strained as Chelsea’s manipulation took deeper root.

Victoria, still writhing in Jane’s unrelenting pain, looked up with wide, shocked eyes. The innocence that had defined her only moments ago shattered like fragile glass.

— Heidi? What’s happening? Fight it, please! You said you’d protect me, that it would be the two of us forever. No pain could separate us. You promised!—

Her voice broke into a sob amid the agony, body jerking as fresh waves of fire coursed through her. The betrayal cut deeper than Jane’s gift, a soul-deep wound that made the physical torment feel secondary.

— Don’t do this… you’re my mate. My everything. I believed you. I still believe in us, don’t leave me here alone!—

Heidi turned slowly, her hypnotic, violet eyes now cold and conflicted, Chelsea’s control winning.

She released Victoria’s arm completely and stepped back towards Aro.

— I… I’m sorry, Victoria. They offer survival. Purpose. My gift… it’s valuable to them. Staying with you means death for both of us.—

The words sounded hollow, forced through the manipulated bond, but they landed like daggers. — I can’t fight for this anymore. Not even for us.—

Victoria’s scream was no longer just from physical pain. It was the sound of a heart breaking eternally, a genuine, innocent soul watching the one person she trusted most in the world turn away.

— You promised! You said you’d give your immortal life for me! That no suffering would ever separate us!—

Tears poured freely as she crawled weakly toward Heidi, only for Alec’s darkness to deepen and Jane’s pain to spike.

— Heidi!! don’t walk away! I love you… Please don’t leabe me here. Please… remember our sisters. Remember me.—

Aro smiled faintly, satisfied. — Chelsea’s work is exquisite, as always. Heidi, come. Your place is with us in Volterra now.—

— Yes master…— She responded without emotion, the hypnosis had taken over and was impossible to get out of.

Despite the intensity of the power Chelsea had on her in that moment, Heidi hesitated one final second, a flicker of old pain crossing her face as she looked at Victoria’s broken form. But Chelsea’s gift held firm. She turned fully and walked towards the Volturi without another word, leaving Victoria alone in the carnage.

They departed like ghosts into the mist, taking Heidi with them. The forest fell into a deafening silence broken only by Victoria’s ragged, unnecessary breaths.

She remained on her knees among the scattered remains of her sisters, the pain from Jane’s gift slowly fading from her body, but the deeper agony had only just begun. It started as a hollow ache in her chest, as if cold heart had been physically ripped out. Every whispered vow Heidi had made earlier that night replayed in cruel clarity, but in the end, any word that was said, any promise that was made… nothing mattered anymore.

Betrayal crashed over her in relentless waves. The woman who had kissed her so tenderly only hours ago, the one whose hands had mapped every inch of her body with reverent promises, had turned away, turned her back on her. The mate bond, once a golden thread connecting their hearts, now felt twisted and severed, leaving behind a raw, bleeding emptiness.

Abandonment swallowed her whole. She was alone. Truly, devastatingly alone. The sisters who she considered family. The manor that had held their laughter and intimacy now stood cold and empty. And Heidi, her Heidi, her destined one, was alive somewhere, breathing, existing… but no longer hers. The worst part was the love that refused to die.

Even as venom tears poured down her face, Victoria’s heart still reached for the woman who had betrayed her.

For the first time since she was turned, she felt small, like the abused human girl she once was, only this time the wound was eternal. Nothing in immortality had prepared her for this: losing the love of her life while that love still walked the earth, bound to her enemies. The betrayal carved itself into her very being, feeding the paranoia and vengeful fire that would define her for centuries.

Nearly a century later in 1669

The dense forests were alive with rain and the thick scent of pine, blood, and fear. Victoria moved like a living flame through the trees, her red hair whipping behind her as she hunted with James. Their bond was nothing like the tender, sisterly love she had once shared with Heidi. This was intense, obsessive, almost feral, a dark, kinky obsession that consumed them both. They craved each other as much as each other’s bodies. Pain and pleasure twisted together until they couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

James circled a group of hikers with a predatory grin, his blond hair damp, eyes locked on Victoria with that familiar, possessive hunger. — They’re terrified already.— he growled, voice low and rough. — But I want to play with this one first. Hold him down for me, Vic.—

Victoria’s lips curved into a sharp, wicked smile as she blurred forward, slamming the strongest hiker against a tree with brutal force. James was on her in an instant, his body pressing hard against hers from behind as they worked together. His hand fisted in her red hair, yanking her head back so he could bite down on her neck, not to feed, but to mark, to claim. She moaned softly while smiling, arching into him, her nails raking down his chest hard enough to draw venom. — Harder.— she demanded, obsessed, addicted to the way he matched her darkness. — Make me feel it while we tear them apart.—

They fed in a frenzy of shared savagery, bodies brushing and grinding against each other between kills. James pinned her against a tree afterward, kissing her blood-smeared mouth with bruising intensity, his hands roaming possessively under her clothes.

— I love it when you chase me.— she smiled amused, arousal in her tone. She grabbed him by the jacket and in a fast movement, turned around, inverting the position, now it was her pinning him against the tree.

She started kissing his neck viciously while chuckling, amused and excited, smearing the blood from her lips all over his cold skin.

— Why don’t you go hide for me then?— James whispered against her ear. — And if I find you, I get to chase you without any remorse.—

The redhead looked up, another amused smile curving her mouth while trying to catch her breath. — Sounds like I won't be able to stop you.—

— You never will be able to stop me… you’re mine.— James grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her intensely once again, but short this time. — Now go, I’ll give you a 2 minute heads up.—

Victoria’s eyes flashed with dark excitement. She leaned in, biting James’s lower lip hard enough to draw a thin line of venom before pulling back with a wicked grin.

—Two minutes? You’re generous tonight.— she purred, her voice laced with challenge and obsession. She shoved him back against the tree one last time, nails dragging down his chest possessively, then blurred away into the dense, rain-soaked forest.

She ran hard, the thrill of the game igniting every dark corner of her soul. James’s obsession with her, and hers with him, turned the hunt into something addictive. The wind whipped her red hair as she wove between ancient trees, her survival instincts humming with both adrenaline and something deeper. She loved how he chased her like she was the only thing worth destroying the world for. It was violent. Consuming. Something she only did with him.

But as she pushed deeper into the woods, the trees began to feel wrong. Too familiar. The mist thickened, carrying an old, buried scent beneath the pine and rain. Her steps slowed. These weren’t the Pacific Northwest forests they had been hunting in moments ago. Somehow, fate had twisted the chase across continents and decades.

These were the woods.

The realization hit her like a blade between the ribs. The site of the massacre. The place where her entire world had been torn apart nearly a century earlier.

Victoria slipped silently off the main path, drawn forward by an invisible pull. Her feet knew exactly where to go. There, in a small clearing surrounded by towering ancient oaks, stood the tree. Weathered, scarred by time, but still standing.

She approached it slowly, fingers trembling as she reached out and traced the deep carvings she and Heidi had made so long ago: V + H inside a rough heart, surrounded by tiny symbols the sisters had added in moments of joy.

The bark felt cool and eternal beneath her fingertips. Melancholy crashed over her in a heavy wave, pulling her back into memories she usually kept buried. Firelight on silk sheets. Heidi’s soft whispers against her skin. The genuine, innocent love they had shared before betrayal had poisoned it forever.

Her thumb brushed over the ‘H’, lingering there. She pressed her forehead against the rough bark, eyes closed, letting the nostalgia and sorrow wash through her. Nothing hurt quite like this, mourning a love story that would never be completed. Losing someone who was still alive somewhere in the world, breathing, serving the Volturi, while she carried the ghost of what they once were.

— Victoria!— James’s voice cut through the trees like a whip, sharp and laced with that dangerous, obsessive hunger. He was close. — I can smell you, my flame. You’re not hiding well enough. Come out and face me.—

She didn’t move immediately. Her palm stayed pressed against the carved initials for one final second.

— Goodbye.— she breathed, the words heavy with finality.

James emerged from the shadows like a predator who had finally cornered his prey. His eyes darkened with intense possession the moment he saw her standing there, hand still on the tree. In a blur he was on her,slamming her back against the very same oak, one hand gripping her jaw firmly while the other pinned her wrist above her head.

— Found you.— he snarled, voice low and rough, forehead pressed aggressively against hers. — You think you can hide from me? I’d burn every forest on this planet to find you, Victoria. You’re mine.—

His mouth crashed against hers in a bruising, aggressive kiss, all teeth and raw, obsessive need. He bit her lip hard, then soothed it with his tongue, dominating the space as if he could erase whatever ghosts had touched her moments ago.

Victoria kissed him back just as fiercely, her free hand fisting in his blond hair and yanking hard, pulling him impossibly closer. Her nails dug into his scalp as she matched his aggression, breathing heavily between kisses.

He pressed his body harder against hers, pinning her completely to the tree, teeth grazing her throat in a claiming bite that left venom trickling down her skin. — Don’t ever forget who you belong to. Not even for a second.—

Victoria clung to him, matching his intensity, letting the violent, all-consuming love they shared drown the old scar once again. The fire in her eyes reignited as they finally broke apart, still tangled together, still obsessed. The past would always linger but James was her present.

Her dark, intense and obsessive forever.