CULLENS || TWLGHT OS 01

Felix Volturi | Let The Right One In (I)

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🍷FELIX VOLTURI X NEWBORN READER IMAGINE🍷

You're a freshly-turned Newborn, courtesy of Victoria, (though you yourself don't know that detail), and you're not taking it well. Alone and terrified one night in Seattle, you're discovered by the tallest member of the Volturi Guard. Will he have pity for you and take you in, or will he put an end to you, like he did to so many others before you...?

• angst; mentions of violence/blood; language; fluff; takes place during Eclipse, TW ANXIETY/PANIC

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🍷 READER'S POV 🍷

The air grows noticeably colder, the sharp bite of it tangible everywhere. Not that it bothers you, not anymore. You aren't human enough to feel it affect you anymore. After all, it was only three nights ago that your entire life had changed drastically. You were walking home from your favorite little cafe on that fateful night, when something had slammed into you, knocking you to the ground.

It was only after you had tried to sit up that you noticed the bite wounds on your left wrist, and that's when the pain had started. It had been an almost unbearable, complete agony... All of your veins and nerve endings on fire. It had felt like your body was trying to burn itself from the inside out, against your will. You had eventually blacked out from it all, waking up three days later next to a broken down car under a deserted overpass.

That same place is where you sit now, in a little ball with your knees pulled up to your chest, as you try and fight the new pain raging through you. Your throat burns horribly, like you haven't had a drop to drink in weeks. The raw, ragged flames tearing your throat apart almost hurt worse than the transformation itself... Almost.

All around you, more Newborns just like you fight over their food, poor humans who had their life cut short just because someone else needed to eat. A strained whimper leaves your throat at the thought of feeding, and you clench your jaw, your eyes shut tight against the feeling. "It'll only get worse the longer you fight it..." a soft, feminine voice says from in front of you.

Your eyes snap open, and your head jerks up to see a familiar girl standing there. Bree, you think her name was. She looks down at you with a concerned expression, though her bright crimson eyes are still just as feverish and wild as everyone else's. She slowly offers you a hand, but you shake your head, adamant against it. Behind her, you can see the one who calls himself Riley heading your way.

You already know he's going to try and force you to feed again, and you want no part of it. In a flash, you get up and turn around, bolting off in the opposite direction, not wanting to look back. You can hear Bree shouting something, along with Riley's words of "Let her run off, maybe we'll get lucky and she'll be killed...!"

As you near the corner of the overpass, you come to a stop, trying desperately to catch your breath even though you know it's a wasted exercise. You struggle to drag air in and out of your lungs, hoping it'll distract you from the thought of blood... Sweet, delicious blood, just waiting... NO!

Angry, you shake off the unpleasant thoughts, sinking down onto the sidewalk with hot, venomous tears streaming down your cheeks. As you draw in another shuddering breath, heavy footsteps sound in front of you, and your head snaps up once more. As you quickly take in the sight of the very tall man standing there, panic fills you and you scramble backwards in an effort to get away.

Something deep inside of you tells you that it's okay, that he can be trusted... But you don't want to listen, instead choosing to ignore it. Right now, all you want is to save yourself. He sees the panicked look on your face, and it's almost like something inside of him snaps, a mixed expression of curiosity and pity now displayed on his face.