Stiles sat beside Victoria as they held each other's hands. He smiled as Victoria rested her head on his shoulder.
He watched Malia take her seat beside Rachel. Stiles had caught the two fidget uncomfortably next to one another.
He could practically smell the nervousness coming from Malia. He spotted a subtle red flush blooming upon her light tan cheeks as she glanced over at Rachel and smiled.
Stiles picked up on the change of melody in the music as the audience finally rose to their feet.
Stiles looked down the aisle to find Bella walking down it alongside her father; Charlie. She looked uneasy. Stiles could sense her rising anxiety before she looked at Edward.
She smiled at him as she continued her way down the aisle to her husband-to-be.
She stood before Edward as he smiled at her.
The rest of the ceremony blew by faster than Stiles had expected it to. As he found himself applauding his hands absentmindedly.
Victoria had noticed this and gave him a questioning look. Stiles glanced down at her with a smile.
Stiles' mind lingered on the overhanging threat of the Volturi coming after him and Victoria.
Edward had looked briefly at Stiles with furrowed brows before looking away and smiling at everyone.
Stiles tried to hide his distraught look with a smile but Edward and Victoria had already seen the look of worry painted on his face.
They had already began to wonder why he was worrying. Edward had seemed to have come to a conclusion through way of his gift. Victoria, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky.
She was left in the dark, worrying about her fiancé as she stood beside him wearing a fake congratulatory smile for Bella and Edward as she clapped her hands.
Her thoughts were in no mood to celebrate for the wedding any longer. She only cared about Stiles' well-being.
Why did he worry? Did he feel in danger? Did he feel threatened? Is it the Volturi? Are they here? Could he sense them coming before I can? He is a Tracker after all. That's part of the reason the Volturi want him.
And why Demetri wants him dead.
Victoria looked at Edward, pointedly. He shook his head. "No." He whispered in a low hushed voice only a select few could pick up. Only those with supernatural hearing.
A feeling of relief washed over Victoria. She couldn't bear the thought of the Volturi getting their hands on Stiles.
She would protect him. She would die before letting that happen.
"Stiles? Is everything alright?" Malia asked looking at her former boyfriend with furrowed brows. The question brought attention to the vampire.
He let out a sigh. "Uh, yes. I—I need to be alone for a minute." He said before kissing the top of Victoria's forehead and walking off with his hands in his pant pockets.
Victoria looked at Edward. Edward seemed just as worried as she did.
"What was he thinking about?" She asked him. "The Volturi. And his future with you. He worries that they will get to him before you two can get married." He answered.
Victoria looked in the direction of her lover and furrowed her flawless brows. "He didn't wish to cause a scene. He feels very ashamed of his action." Edward told her.
"He has no reason to apologize." Victoria voiced. "I know. But it is Stiles we are talking about here." Edward pointed out.
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Bloody Feud ⚜️VICTORIA⚜️ [2]
FanficStiles has been turned into a vampire Victoria. He's been living with Victoria. Traveling around with her. Hunting with her. Enjoying her company. No, loving it. The two of them have taken up a semi-permanent residence in the mountains of Alaska. O...