Rolling The Dice
Renesmee's overbearing life takes a sudden turn when she meets Volturi tracker, Demetri. Annoyed with the lack of control her family allows her, they meet up and confide in eachother. While still knowing about Jacob's imprint on her, she overlooks it and an illicit affair forms between the two supposed enemies. Torn between her forbidden love for Demetri, and her friendship with Jacob, Renesmee has to decide. Love or family. Renesmee/Demetri ... Renesmee/Jacob Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything that affiliates itself with the book.
1. Off I go
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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
Loose ends, they tangle down
And then take flight
But never tie me down
Never tie me down
- Off I Go, Greg Laswell
Cold, still nights usually hold some sort of an oddity. Usually, like in the movies, it meant something bad was about to happen. The thought never crossed my mind as I sat down at my normal bench, in the normal park I visited during the nights that I could get away from my overbearing family.
Many times I had come here before, looking for some sort of salvation, that something would pop into my head; something important I could do with my life. All I had ever known in my short, but long life was rainbows and unicorns, being placed in expensive clothes and lavished with extravagant gifts.
I was getting tired of the constant attention that I was given; I hadn't done anything to deserve it. It may sound as though I am bragging, but everyone had looked to me as some sort of an angel, pure and delicate, since the day I was born.
Eternity was a world that I loathed to use, when, to be honest, I didn't want it; what was there to live for if all you did was move around consistently and either accomplish a high school or college education? I wanted to be more than the spoiled Cullen hybrid.
I was aware of Jacob's imprint, a strong bond that was one-sided, in a way. Since my introduction into the world, I was expected to grow up and marry Jacob Black, the same Jacob Black that was once deeply infatuated with my mother. I wanted to be normal, and being intimate with the man that was once in love with my mother wasn't even close to normalcy. Best friend, he was though, and that was all it would ever be.
I sat cross-legged on the cold, metal and wood bench, and sighed. The leaves on the trees barely moved, and the water in the small pond was like glass, shiny and sharp. I heard footsteps, and then a sudden shift of weight on the bench. I looked to my right and noticed a man, probably in his mid to late twenties, with short, glossy, black hair and pale as snow skin. He was a vampire, and he looked familiar; too familiar.
I couldn't say that I was frightened to have his presence around me, but it was quite awkward to say the least. He looked over to me, and his crimson eyes locked with my milk chocolate ones; goose bumps snaked their way across my arms.
"You are a tough one to find Ms. Renesmee, almost like your mother." The man said with a small smile on his beautiful face, and for a moment I was shocked; he was the most perfect thing that I had ever witnessed, and suddenly I realized who he was. He was one of them, a Volturi. I knew I should have run, but I was drawn to him, almost magnetically.
"Excuse me?" I said innocently, trying to act like I didn't know who he was; he didn't buy it.
"Please Renesmee, don't act coy with me, you know exactly who I am." He said, his smooth voice flowing over my body like tidal waves.
"Demetri.” I whispered, looking back at the tracker who was probably ready to pounce and drain me any second. His smile widened as he took in the fact that I, indeed, did remember him, but who could not? My hands started to shake and I was shivering, scared at what was going to happen next. There was no way in hell that I could ever escape him; he would always find me.
"I assure you, Renesmee that you are not in any danger."
"How am I supposed to trust you?" I asked.
"You just feel it."
"That's not enough."
"I just want to talk to you."
"And then, what? Kill me like you wanted to do nine years ago?" I said, and it had come out more harsh than I had expected.
"Renesmee, I am not proud of the things I have done in the past, and the things I am going to do in the future, but it's what I have to do. Ever since I was changed my loyalty had belonged to the Volturi, and while I don't specifically enjoy killing another person, human or vampire, but it is my job, and I don't have a choice." He said.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"Every two years three or four guards are allotted exactly two months for vacation, and we can go wherever we want. You know, so we don't go insane being locked up in a castle and let out between missions." He said, and for some reason, some stupid, idiotic reason, I believed him.
"And so you decided that during your vacation, instead of raveling the world, you would rather talk to me, Renesmee Cullen?"
"Well, actually, I came to be one with Forks, Washington and try to understand why you and your, family like it so much, but while I'm here, I would like to keep talking to you." He said, his eyes pulling me in with just one look.
"I'll think about it, but while I'm still here, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, and a smirk appeared on his face.
"How's your mutt? Last time I was here, he seemed pretty protective of you." He said, and annoyance flashed through me.
"Don't call him a mutt! He has a name, it is Jacob and we've been best friends since I was born." I said, my eyes glaring at him.
"Sorry princess, don't get so damn defensive, and that's all you are, right? Best friends?" He said and leaned in closer to me; I inched myself away a little bit.
"What? Are you going to try something?" I teased. Oh my God, I'm actually having a conversation with Demetri Volturi, greatest tracker, malicious killing machine. He laughed, and then leaned more on his side.
"Just seeing what you would do." He said and grinned, his white teeth glistening as the light from the moon hit them.
"I'm not easy, if that's what you’re thinking."
"What makes you think that you're so great anyway? I would never take advantage of a lady, no matter what the situation may be, thank you very much." He said. I smirked at him.
"Oh that's right; you are way too much of a gentleman, not enough of a man." I shot back at him, giggling the way I shouldn't. He raised an eyebrow, and put his hand on my knee, slowly inching its way up my thigh. I gasped and toppled off the chair, my ass landing on the wet grass.
"I'm very much a man, Renesmee, and by the way, shouldn't you hate me? It seems as though little Nessie has the art of flirting down to a tee." He said.
"Well, I can't have old men touching me, and I am not flirting."
"I'm only twenty-eight, well...in appearence."
"No, you definitely are not." He said, his eyes roaming my twenty-one year old body. I suddenly felt guilty and self-conscious, guilty because I was having fun with my almost killer and enemy, clearly breaking the Cullen family's biggest rule, and self conscious because he was basically eye fucking me.
"Are you done?" I asked, and he looked up at me like a little boy getting caught taking a cooking before dinner.
"Oh. Sorry." He said, switching to shy mode.
"Well, if that is it, I should be going now. Bye Demetri." I said and got off the bench, and into the cold night air.
"Hey what about meeting up and talking again!" He shouted, causing me to turn my head back towards him.
"I think it would be best if we stay away from each other, you know, because of my family. They are quite protective, as you already know.” I said, and almost instinctively, he smirked at me as if to say he didn’t even care.