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.
