#+stefan

Following your line of eyesight, Stefan frowns and grips your arm, pulling you into him. “Stay away from him. He can track you,” he whispers in your ear as it clicks into place. So that’s Demetri.

“Artifice!”

“I will collect every face of the truth,” Aro states, waiving off his coruler. “But from someone more central to the story. Edward, as the child clings to your newborn mate, I assume you are involved.” Edward steps forward but your attention doesn’t stray from the tracker, and neither does his. His gaze locks you in a trance and you can’t break free. Not when Edward extends his hand toward Aro. Not when the child and Bella move forward with Jacob and Emmett. Nothing around you seems to exist except him. And you hate it. 

The trance is broken as Demetri lights a torch and hands it to Caius as Irina is killed. Reality crashes in. Even if he is your mate, he is still one of them and your coven mates will never allow such a pairing. The Denali sisters scream in anger as they begin to run forward. “Get ready,” Vladimir muses with thrill, adrenaline already infusing into his cells.

“Blind them!” Edward shouts to Zafrina, halting the sisters as they slowly calm down. You step forward as does Demetri, his eyes meeting yours again for a split second before diverting to Edward as he steps forward, crumbling down in pain.

Looking at Vladimir, you frown. “This is getting boring.” He doesn’t reply but nods in agreement. From across the field, Demetri smirks. “If I wanted to do politics I would’ve ran for president.”

“Shh, be quiet.” Stefan hardly whispers as the Cullens continue their face off with the Volturi.

Despite your eyes meeting his, your words are directed toward your coven. “You can’t deny that this is fucking stupid. We should just kill them already.” Demetri raises an eyebrow, paying more attention to your conversation with a smirk, mouthing words to you and you alone. As if you could. “You wanna bet?” He shrugs, making a motion with his fingers, beckoning you to him.

Vladimir’s eyes flicker to Demetri and then back to you, realization dawning on him. “Fute.”

Come to me. 

“You wish.”

“Dear ones, there is no danger here. We will not fight today.” People begin to move away as you and Demetri come back to reality, Demetri looking more out of place than you.

“What happened?” You ask sheepishly, as your coven mates fume beside you

“Have you not been paying attention? What have you been doing?” Stefan is pissed. More pissed than you’ve ever seen him.

“She was eye fucking that tracker,” Vladimir spits with disgust as the Volturi begin retreating with their heads hung low, Demetri sparing you one last glance before running away. Vladimir and Stefan storm over toward Carlisle. “We have them on the run. Now is the time to attack.” 

“Not today.” 

“You’re all fools! The Volturi might be gone, but they will never forgive what happened here.” Stefan proclaims, anger seeping in every word. They spare a glance at each other and you before they run, you following behind. 

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The sunlight bathes you as you lay on the forest floor, breathing in the life around you. It’s been weeks since the confrontation and Vladimir and Stefan have taken a “vacation”, leaving you in charge of their property. All is seemingly right in the world, until it silences itself.

“You’re such a stalker,” you call out into the forest, eyes closed and not moving from your spot in the sun as he sits next to you, looking down at you.

“And you, you are infuriating.” You pop open an eye and he’s even more handsome up close. The sun highlights the blonde of his hair and the red of his eyes, shining like rubies. His black clothes cover all of his body except for his face and his hands. And his scent? It’s like a forest after a frosty morning. “You’re gorgeous.”

“I’ve been told,” your eyes scan him. “You’re not bad yourself.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” His voice is smooth and polished. It doesn’t waver like other men you’ve entertained in the past. “Where are your…friends?”

“I don’t know. Isn’t it your job to track people?” He smirks, eyes trailing down your body and lingering on the swell of your breasts under your lace dress before flickering back up to your face. “I’m surprised you didn’t come sooner.”

He cocks his head, clasping his arms around his legs before peering forward. “Don’t tell me you missed me.”

“Missed you? I don’t even know your name.” He hums in response, not believing you. Sighing, you sit up, extending your hand. “I’m (Y/N).” He turns his head and grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). I am Demetri.” He releases your hand, and if you were human, you might’ve blushed.

“So, Demetri, do your owners know you’re gone?” He growls softly at the disrespect, but if he wanted to hurt you, he would’ve already. “I’m just surprised you’re all by yourself. Alone. Defenseless. You don’t know what’s out there.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Defenseless? You think me defenseless?”

He smiles, teeth a dazzling white and you can’t help but to fantasize about them biting into you and claiming you as his. “Not to worry cara mia. I will protect you.” A silence falls over the two of you as nature resumes around you. Nothing in the world could break the peace you feel sitting by his side and you can tell he feels the same. A hand reaches out for yours, lacing your fingers together with his, but you don’t move away. “Perhaps you were destined for me, perhaps as a punishment.” His eyes lock onto yours and if you had a breath, it would belong to him. He leans in, brushing your hair with his free hand. “Do you feel the pull?”

Wordlessly you nod, craving more of his touch. Surging forward you push him back into the grass as you straddle him, feeling the hardness of him against you. “I feel the pull. It’s a shame that you’re the enemy.” 

He leans up onto his forearms, not moving you off of him. “I don’t have to be. You could join.”

Laughing, you smile down at him, the sun creating a halo around your head and Demetri swears he’s in heaven. “I wouldn’t. I like this Romeo and Juliet dynamic a little too much.” Leaning down, you press your lips against his in a passionate fury, creating a burning ache between the two of you. Pulling back, his eyes darken with lust as do yours. “I have the place to myself, if you want to come inside.” He’s up in a second with you wrapped around his waist, arms holding you protectively.