𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍

Eiza Gonzalez as Heidi Volturi

𝜗𝜚    :        THERE  WAS  A  REASON  EVERAN  CONFINED  HIMSELF  to  the  sanctuary  of  the  woods  just  hours  before  the  full  moon  could  reach  its  full  potential  in  the  wide  expanse  of  a  starless  night  sky  that  reached  all  across  forks  ,  illuminating  only  silver  streaks  of  light  through  the  rustle  of  dead  leaves  throughout  their  quiet  town  ,  only  to  be  reminded  that  in  the  end  their  time  was  near  and  that  there  would  be  nothing  they  could  do  about  it  as  their  bones  bent  and  break  ,  twist  and  contort  into  weird  ungodly  shapes  ,  until  they've  been  entirely  rearranged  against  their  will  and  have  been  beaten  down  to  the  beast  they’ve  always  meant  to  be.  a  curse  ,  some  would  say  whenever  they’d  hear  the  echoes  of  pain  coming  from  ivory  snapping  beneath  human  skin  until  muscle  and  fur  was  all  they  knew  ,  while  others  consider  it  a  blessing  to  feel  relief  when  their  body  was  allowed  to  be  in  its  natural  state. 

and  everyone  knew  which  umbrella  elias  fell  under  even  if  everan  claimed  and  advocated  that  the  fresh  earth  beneath  their  paws  would  keep  them  grounded  with  the  shift  ,  said  that  it  could  help  them  connect  without  dissociating  and  causing  blind  rage.  he  was  a  liar  ,  of  course  ,  for  all  this  talk  was  meant  as  a  reality  of  safety  for  others  than  for  their  own.  a  result  of  poor  management  and  too  many  cases  of  wolves  gone  wild  have  left  the  general  human  pubic  and  as  well  as  a  century  old  society  of  supernaturals  to  believe  that  the  best  course  of  action  for  the  future  of  the  town  of  forks  was  to  hold  the  confinement  of  him  and  his  people  by  restricting  them  to  a  slice  of  land  hidden  far  enough  from  town  and  so  thick  into  the  national  park  every  full  moon  that  locals  and  tourists  would’ve  thought  his  kind  urban  legends  all  so  they  won’t  hear  the  screams  of  new  wolves  breaking  into  their  first  shift  or  hear  the  cry  of  an  omega  being  cornered  by  a  pack.

or  worse  ,  be  found  by  ferals  and  become  a  game  before  dinner. 

it’s  better  this  way  ,  elias  can  remember  his  brother  saying  this  whenever  he  had  questions  of  why  a   human’s  peace  meant  more  to  him  than  the  peace  of  their  own.  it’s  complicated  ,  he’d  always  say  back. 

and  whenever  elias  mentioned  how  was  it  fair  for  vampires  to  roam  and  drink  from  the  necks  of  others  whenever  they  feel  like  it  ,  everan  ,  never  looking  at  him  directly  ,  would  simply  say  we’re  not  like  them.  we’re  to  set  an  example  that  we  can  all  coexist. 

and  apparently  coexisting  meant  making  exceptions  and  elias  eventually  learned  that  it’s  better  to  stop  asking  questions  when  he  knew  he’d  never  like  the  answers. 

only  the  novelty  of  spending  hours  in  pain  ,  searching  for  game  in  tiny  woodland  clearings  ,  and  running  with  no  place  to  go  when  all  the  fun  of  a  full  moon  happens  right  in  town  ,  had  worn  off  just  like  the  fear  of  everan’s  wrath  had. 

and  if  his  brother  ,  his  supposed  alpha  ,  had  any  complaints  for  what  happens  next  ,  then  he  should  have  thought  about  that  well  before  shedding  skin  and  getting  lost  in  whatever  semblance  of  safety  he  assumes  he’d  get  by  hiding  beyond  the  trees  of  fork's  national  park. 

 ONLY  ELIAS  HAD  FORGOTTEN  IT  WAS  HALLOWEEN  by  the  time  he  arrived  to  town  ,  on  edge  and  looking  for  a  fight  (  or  a  fuck  )  before  enduring  whatever  pain  was  waiting  for  him  in  the  next  few  hours  that  would  leave  him  beaten  and  battered  and  free  and  feral  all  at  once  ,  and  had  assumed  the  square  was  packed  for  reasons  he  didn’t  care  to  think  about  while  his  attention  shifted  between  the  crowd  and  a  tourist  that  was  having  fun  sitting  in  his  lap  ,  making  herself  real  comfortable  in  her  playboy  suit  while  he  kept  a  tight  hand  and  jaw  on  his  drink  with  eyes  bright  and  glossy  still  checking  the  room  for  a  face  he  knew  better  than  to  look  for. 

and  she’s  in  here.  he  knows  it.  and  he’d  be  lying  if  he  said  her  scent  of  perfume  ,  liquor  ,  and  blood  wasn’t  the  reason  for  what  brought  him  here  in  the  first  place.  even  if  miss  playboy  bunny  was  still  pressing  herself  at  his  side  ,  on  his  lap  ,  whispering  drunken  sweet  nothings  in  his  ear  like  he  meant  something  to  her.  he  felt  nothing  ,  in  fact  .  not  even  a  twitch  beneath  his  jeans  when  she  reached  a  hand  over  his  thigh  ,  pressed  her  lips  to  his  ear.  promising  him  shit  he’d  hope  she’d  hear  about  and  make  her  way  over. 

bunny  was  pretty  little  thing  ,  too  ,  with  blonde  hair  and  green  eyes  and  legs  so  long  he  could  easily  see  himself  wrapped  around  in  'em  if  it  wasn’t  for  his  own  damn  insistence  on  keeping  his  attention  sharp  for  a  vampire  he  often  felt  like  killing. 

it  was  almost  like  he  could  feel  her  somewhere  in  this  room  ,  like  static  building  up  under  his  skin.  the  drink  in  his  glass  was  doing  nothing  to  fix  it  ,  either  ,  and  so  he  ordered  another  ,  and  then  another  until  he  couldn’t  feel  the  buzz  no  longer.  he  tried  to  glance  at  the  clock  hanging  up  above  a  juke  when  he  found  himself  studying  a  couple  in  the  corner  of  the  room  sharing  what  looked  like  an  intimate  moment  for  two  :  a  woman’s  bare  leg  was  draped  over  the  lap  of  a  male’s  ,  and  a  red  curve  was  nearly  imprinted  into  their  sly  features  as  bar  lights  flashed  against  their  cold  skin.  from  where  he  stood  it  sounded  like  she  was  laughing  something  light  into  her  partner’s  ear  ,  too  ,  and  soon  enough  elias  found  himself  closing  the  gap  between  the  bar  and  them  in  a  few  easy  strides  and  making  it  look  easy  as  he  crossed  their  path  ,  deciding  whether  or  not  he  should  kill  her  and  then  him  when  he  realized  the  her  was  the  exact  she  he  was  looking  for  to  begin  with. 

and  he’d  be  damned  if  he  left  this  place  with  her  left  on  some  loser’s  lap  on  the  night  of  a  full  fucking  moon. 

                                                                             even  if  he  did  still  want  to  kill  her.

You could feel it in the air, charged and tense, as townsfolk — those part of the life or in the know went about their day : desperately willing the hours to fly by during their work shifts in order to rush off home and pray to whatever GOD they believed in that the big bad wolves wouldn’t blow their houses away. 

Volterra had been their territory for centuries, any mongrel that dared to step on it had a death wish, that was for certain. But being the Volturi’s fisher meant coming across people and species from all walks of life during her ventures outside, toying with those that were brave enough to play. Seen as one of the weaker members without a lethal power like her M A T E or sister in law, Heidi was often overlooked, in a sense. Though, admittedly, it was hard to look away from her.

Many had tried and failed.

She was long legs and mahogany hair, voice sweet as honey, dressed in tight-fitting clothes to emphasize the desire that oozed out of her like a poison. Eyes the strangest shade of violet— a result from the blue contacts that’d slowly melt over crimson irises as the hours went by whenever she was among the humans. 

It was unnatural and it never failed to lure them in, far too curious for their own good. 

That’s what brought her out tonight, mostly, anyway. The need for a good DRINK, plus, it was Halloween– didn’t matter if the wolves were out, they always were now that the coven had been residing in Forks with the evergrowing population of the supernatural. Some would call it invasive and Heidi had to agree, they didn’t all have business in the small putrid town. 

Nevertheless, that wouldn't stop her from stepping into her costume : clad in leather from head to toe as if it had easily melted onto her skin, hugging her in all the right places like it was meant to be for her and her only. Nights like these meant there was no need for the contacts and pretending to be something she wasn’t. Besides, people would either be too inebriated to notice or think the red eyes were some kind of ‘creative liberty’ for the costume. 

A gloved hand glides along the whip [ thicker and rougher than the one that’d originally been provided that Heidi had disposed of with a humorous laugh ] as she snakes her way through the sea of bodies with ease. Red lips turn upright into a p l a y f u l smirk, that of a feline setting her eyes on her prey for the night : some guy with glossy brown eyes and a cocky grin, most likely already drunk from the pregame with his buds, in some dumb Batman costume.

It's effortless, really. One moment she’d been at the bar pretending she couldn’t get the bartender's attention and the next they’d been in a corner of the room with Heidi on his lap, whip slithering around his neck, pulling on both sides to bring him closer. There was no need for her to be rough when he was already so pliant and willing to be in her presence.

She can't help but lick along red lips before her fangs appeared and connected right below his jaw. There’s a sigh of relief and a moan that slips past her lips and a breathy AH that falls from his.

❝ SHHH. ❞

Heidi hums in faux comfort, sharp nails resting against his very human chest as she picks up on a familiar scent, one that overpowered the rest. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was obnoxiously a Gladstone or because they’d spent far too many times getting too acquainted with one another. Or both. But it’d be a lie if she said she wasn’t looking forward to him finding her among the crowd, like this.

Especially on the night of a full moon; you’d think she had a death wish. 

Maybe she did.

Admittedly, she does get annoyed with how long he takes, drinking away and failing to pretend to be the slightest bit interested in the blonde on his lap. Gloved fingers press against Batman's punctures as he drunkenly mutters about her being some sort of demon. 

𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 as 𝗝𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗜.

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