"You'll be mine and I'll be yours."
When the Cullens left a part of Willow's heart went with them. After a terrifying experience in Italy Willow finds herself with a deadline that she must beat. Although her cousin has fallen right back into place w...
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Boring.
That's how Riley Biers would describe the Swan household. Bella's room seemed dull in his eyes, with clutter in every corner and clothes piled on top of the desk chair. Just like a normal teenage girl's room. The scent in the air was a mixture of lavender and freesia, a lovely mixture that allowed Riley to see what Edward Cullen's interest in her might be. His pale fingers traced the purple bedding and the pillows until he reached the head board. His blood red eyes locked on the handcrafted dreamcatcher that hung above her pillows.
Riley let his fingers play with the charms that dangled, it reminded him of his sister's interest in them. He huffed before he moved his attention back to why he was there, obtaining both of the girl's scents and testing the limits of the Cullens powers. Without a sound he moved to her cluttered chair and grabbed the red blouse that hung on the back. He pressed it up against his nose, making sure that the scent of lavender and flora was promanet over Edwards scent.
He moved to look at the wall lined with pictures of Bella with the Cullens and a few with people that Riley held no interest in. He softly pulled a picture of Bella and Edward together off the wall. Not caring that it was noticeable, he wanted to antagonize them, to let them know he had been there and they couldn't stop him. He slipped the picture in his back pocket, and let his eyes shift to a picture of Bella with a redhead. Victoria's second target.
Willow Davis.
He kept the blouse tightly in his hand and moved down the hall to a white door with 'Willow' painted in cursive with yellow paint. Riley could hear a soft heartbeat and faint breathing, the girl was asleep. When he pushed the door open there was a slight squeak when he entered but he entered the room with no worry of her waking up. A small work lamp on the desk was the only light that shined in the dark room. Riley took note of all the hand painted canvases around the room with the same cursive signature that was on the door.
This room was neat, almost spotless, a contrast to the room he was just in. His blood red eyes shifted to the bed where Willow laid. Her head was at the foot of the bed, her long red hair scattered over around her head blocking her face. She had on an oversized cream colored sweater, gray boxer shorts, and old wool socks that went above her ankle. Beside her head, with her fingers still laying on top was a copy of Edgar Allan Poe poems.The scent in the room was more airy, with traces of linen mixed with sunflowers.
He moved from the bed to the desk that was lined with framed photos. They were all Willow in different ages with different people. He stopped to grab the photo of Willow with one of the Cullen's that Victoria called, Jasper's shoulders. Riley rolled his eyes as he grabbed the black frame with a glass frame, opening it was a waste of time. Then an idea popped into his head, Victoria wanted him to test the limits of the Cullens powers.
So he would do just that.
He dropped the picture frame face down on the desk, causing the glass to shatter. The sound should have been enough to wake up the human girl. Riley was surprised to see that all she did was shift in her sleep. His smirk grew at this new development.
Heavy sleeper. Great.
He slipped the picture out from under the pieces of glass and stuffed it in his pocket with the other one and laid Bellas red blouse down.. He moved himself around the room until he found her art supplies under her clothes in her closet. With her red paint and a blank canvas he used his finger to write a message for the Cullens. His eyes kept shifting from his work to Willow, who was still in a deep sleep.
Swiftly he moved back beside the bed and placed the freshly painted canvas beside her. He watched her for a moment, amazed that she was still asleep. He used his paint free hand to brush some of the hair from her face and Riley was surprised to see stitches lining her forehead. His eyes narrowed as he ran his hand through her hair several times, making sure his scent was embedded. Willow's eyes never opened and never ever flinched.
Pushing his luck he took his paint soaked fingers and slowly dragged them down her left cheek and when she didn't move he continued to drag them down her exposed neck. Leaving red streaks down to her collar bone, and all Willow did was mumble something incoherent in her sleep. Riley smiled at his handy work before he wiped his hand off on his jeans and moved back to the desk to grab Bella's blouse.
A gray cardigan laying on the back of her desk chair and Riley didn't hesitate to grab the knitted fabric. He pressed it up to her nose and breathed in Willow's fresh overpowering scent filled his nostrils. He moved back to the bed and hovered his head over her, so that his lips were next to her ear.
"See you soon." He whispered the words half hoping that she would wake up but she didn't even shift. He stayed like that for a moment letting more of his scent to cover over her, smiling at the game that he was now engaging with the Cullens. With the two articles of clothing in his hands he climbed out the small window and made sure to leave it open for Willow to find.
