Violet Forsythe has finally found peace.
She successfully escaped a coven of malignant vampires, worked hard to get an education, and has actually managed to pull herself together.
But, as old acquaintances begin to resurface, the life that Violet w...
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"Who the hell is Demetri?" I implored.
The bronze haired girl gave me a puzzled look, but before she could explain anything further, someone out in the hall began pounding on the door and yelling obscenities at us.
"We have to go," the girl said urgently. She took my hand before swinging the restroom door open and dragging me out into the hallway with her.
"Thank God," someone muttered as the line moved forward. I was too focused on keeping up with the girl to pay much attention to the dark looks we were getting as we walked back to the living room.
The girl let go of my hand once we entered the living room, and she immediately charged toward the front door.
"Wait. Wait!" I called after her.
"We have to go!" she said, abruptly turning to look at me.
"I have to talk to Mark," I insisted before briskly heading back outside, into the backyard.
The night was cool, but not cold despite the fact that it was January, but a strong gust of wind still sent shivers down my spine as I crossed the yard.
"Mark!" I called and waved and I staggered toward him.
I caught his attention immediately, and he met me halfway across the lawn.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his face creased with concern.
"I'm not feeling too well. I think I drank too much," I explained.
"Do you—?"
"I'm gonna head home, but I'll call you," I added quickly before he could ask any questions.
I turned on my heels and began heading back towards the front door when I almost ran straight into the bronze haired girl. She was looking up, over the fence at the edge of the property line, at the building next door. Her expression was a strange mixture of focused and alarmed.
I glanced over my shoulder to see what caught her attention, but I couldn't see anything. I pushed past her and headed for the front door, which caused her to snap out of her daze and follow suit.
I walked as quickly as I could down the driveway without falling, focusing the best I could on not losing my balance. Thankfully, I managed to make it to the street without incident, although my head was starting to spin.
"Where are we going?" I asked the girl as I followed her down the dark street. She unlocked a silver 4Runner and opened the passenger side door for me before circling the car to get into the driver's seat.
"The airport," she said, her tone very serious as we pulled away from the curb. "We need to get back to Washington. We'll be safe there."
"My stuff is still at my house," I told her.
"We don't have time for any stops."
"I don't care. I need to at least put a backpack together," I said stubbornly. "I don't need much, just the essentials."
"You're 'essentials' won't matter much if you're dead," the girl replied.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" I demanded. "You never cleared that up."
"What?" she asked, giving me a perplexed, almost hurt look. "I'm Renesmee. From Forks, remember?"
"No, I don't," I said emphatically.
"Do you remember the Volturi?" she quizzed me.
"No!"
"Demetri?"
"Never heard of him!" I exclaimed, growing frustrated.
"What the hell did they do to you...?" Renesmee asked, more muttering to herself.
"Let me get my bag," I pleaded.
"Okay, okay," she finally relented. "What's your address?"
Twenty minutes later, I was spilling out of Renesmee's 4Runner and ambling across the front lawn towards the house. I staggered and swayed across the lawn until a strong gust of wind sent me tumbling into the grass.
Renesmee, faster than what was reasonably possible, snatched me by my arm and dragged me to the house. Once we were inside, I kicked my heels off and went straight to my room.
"Why does this Demetri guy want to kill me?" I asked as I carelessly tossed things in my forest green backpack; the alcohol in my system made it much easier for me to not overthink what I was doing - for better or for worse.
"It's a long story," Renesmee said as she sank down onto one of the twin beds that were shoved up against the walls in the crowded bedroom.
"Start with the important stuff," I said to gritted teeth. I needed more details to work with before I ran off into the night with a complete and utter stranger.
"Alice, my aunt, had a vision of the future and saw Demetri attack you," she explained slowly.
"What does that mean?" I asked with growing frustration. "How?"
"He was pushing you around. Bowing up on you, stalking, and baring his teeth. He was going to lunge at you - he was going in for the kill!"
"Baring his teeth? What is he, a big cat?" I asked, bewildered.
"No, he's a vampire," Renesmee said, in all seriousness.
I stopped what I was doing and stared at her.
"Hurry!" she gushed. "I'll explain everything in the car. We aren't safe here!"
"Is your aunt a psychic medium? Because I believe in those just as much as I believe in vampires," I asked, roughly zipping up my backpack and pulling myself to my feet.
"She's psychic, not a psychic. I know it sounds crazy, but trust me. She's always right."
"Why, though?" I demanded, growing increasingly frantic. "Why does he want to hurt me? I haven't done anything!"
"I'll try to explain to the best of my ability. It's just difficult because you don't remember anything."
"Yes! Try!" I insisted.
"Alice said that in the vision you were one of us. You finally turned and, in the end, you chose to be a peaceful vampire like me and my family. She said you had gold eyes, just like everyone in my coven. But, the Volturi have always wanted you in their coven and they've been courting you for your loyalty for years. So, when you chose— when you choose to be one of us instead of one of them, they are going to sic Demetri, one of their strongest soldiers, on you. You won't stand a chance against him."
"But if she's always right then why are you here?" I asked, completely overwhelmed.
"I'm changing the course of events," Renesmee informed me with confidence. "I'm going to save you."
"Why can't Alice call you and tell you how this all ends, then? Now that you've involved yourself."
"She can't see me in her visions. I'm a blind spot to her...look, I'll explain everything later. We have to get to the airport now."
