𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 & 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝒊𝒊𝒊) meeting with Marcus Volturi.

“Hey bestie.”

“No, (Y/N).”

“I have an idea.”

“No— your ideas always gets us in troub—”

“We should skip the lectures today!” You suggested with a grin on your face which immediately made your best friend, Camilla widen her eyes in shock, contorting her face in a  horror look. “C'mon, it will be fun!”

“Do you remember what happened last time when we bunked our classes?” Camilla said, giving you a really look as she pushed her glasses over her nose, continuing reading from her notebook.

“No, I don’t,” Your lips formed a thin line after the words slipped off your tongue so innocently as if a few weeks ago, your idea to bunk the classes with your best friend totally didn't make your university think that you both got kidnapped and the boys in blue were searching for you both everywhere which resulted you and your best friend to get grounded for two weeks which was a menace seeing you both were 19.

“How the hell you don't remember it, (N/N)?” Camilla leaned closer as her glasses fell on the tip of her nose again for the 69th time of the day.

“Because it wasn't worth to be remembered?” You shrugged off your shoulders without any care as she glared at you, going back to her reading. You hummed to yourself, tapping your feet on the ground, looking up at the ceiling fan which was quite dirty. To annoy your lovely best friend, you decided to make your feet tapping even more fast.

“Okay—,” She finally gave up, looking at you as she put down her book. You grinned at her face, excitedly as she said, “This is the last time for this week.”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You gushed over her face, hugging her tightly enough to squeeze her out from the clothes.

“Oof— you are crushing me!” She complaint while returning your hug as you finally let her go. “Look, our exams are from next week. And we have to attend the lectures or we will fail again, understood?” She asked you as if you were a 5 year child being advised to behave in front of the guests and you nodded excitedly like a 5 year old child excited to go at the zoo.

“I do! Now let's go!” You cheered, basically dragging Camilla along as you led the way.

***

“(Y/N)— oh my god, you brought us in this pub?!” Camilla exclaimed in horror as the disco lights flashed over at everyone dancing and grooving with the beat of Timbaland.

“Milla— this is the most coolest pub ever!” You said loudly with the grin on your face as the music was loud and she might not hear you. “Live your life, girl!” You swung your head letting your hair to be free from the bun. The cold air from the AC made your spine shiver as you took another sip from your cocktail. A guy wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as you were grooving along with the music, feeling yourself.

You turned your head to see his face. He was a tanned male with greyish blue eyes, you couldn't tell the exact color because of the disco lights but you were certain, he had light eyes. You looked down at his attire, he was wearing a white shirt that had it's first few buttons unbuttoned and he had his light blue jeans on. He had a tall and muscular built with a chiseled jaw. His jet black hair was messy intentionally. What mainly attracted you about him was his Rolex watch. Rich hottie, you smirked thinking to yourself.

He started grinding your ass as you both danced. Soon his hands started to explore your body. Camilla was dancing with a hot dude near the bar side who started to make out with her in a blink of an eye. The guy trailed his fingers over your shoulder to your neck as he left kisses over your shoulder going towards your neck and suckled a bit on the skin. You bit your lip seductively at him as he pulled you closer to him.

“Everyone evacuate! The police motherfuckers are here!” Someone yelled while slamming the entrance door close.

“Oh shit-” The guy with whom you were supposed to get lucky tonight mumbled to himself as he ran somewhere, getting lost in the crowd. Fucking coward, you thought to yourself looking behind to find your best friend who was looking for you as well.

“(Y/N)!” Camilla yelled, waving her hands at you. You ran at her direction as you both went towards the bathroom which had an open window thankfully.

“Let's jump from here.” You said.

“I am never going with your crazy ideas from now,” Camilla said, lifting her leg climbing over the window. “Girl— we would get arrested.” She exclaimed, landing on her feet. You also did the same and smoothened down your outfit.

“You gotta admit, it was fun though.” You said, fixing your hair.

“But dangerous as fuck.” She gave you a pointed look.

“Don’t say such stuff as if you weren't sucking that guy’s face,” You rolled your eyes at her. “But yeah, it's like so late at the night... We won't find any cab right now. And Uber is expensive more than my bra.” You huffed.

“We need to stay somewhere till the police goes away.” Camilla said, hearing the policemen searching more in the pub. You both started to walk away from the pub more like running from there.

“Hey let's go there,” You pointed at the weird building because unfortunately you weren't able to see because of the alcohol and Camilla can't see without her glasses which she lost while arriving at the pub. “Wait— is that a church?”

“Doesn’t matter, let's go.” Camilla said, walking towards the church.

“Okay...” You started to follow her along. You both sat on the benches. Thankfully, you were dressed decently enough to be in a church. The priest probably left long ago. If anyone who was there it was this man with man black hair and undeniably pale skin with a black outfit which you might call a cloak except for he didn't have the hood on.

“(Y/N), I need to drink some water...” Camilla said, touching her head. She was so wasted already. You sighed, walking towards the front where the man was sitting but beside him was a pitcher. You expected the pitcher to have water.

You took the steel glass from there and poured some water in your glass. As you were covering the pitcher, you could feel the man’s eyes on your back. You turned around to face him. He wasn't looking at you...or he was just fast enough to turn away.

You fed your best friend some water and whispered to her ear, “Girl, there’s this creep in the church. We have to leave.”

She nodded as you helped her up, leaving from there as fast as possible. But little did you know that this stranger heard your name and he wasn't going to be a stranger for you onwards.