About Time (Demetri/OC){UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 4

I guess I fell asleep on the sofa after stressing too much. The bright light of day forcing me to open my eyes. My watch read 1:00pm.

My stomach rumbled. The fridge was empty. Damn it.

I pulled on a pair of vans, grabbing my backpack. It had my purse in and besides who knows whether I would have to run from the Volturi. Everything seemed so surreal. Vampires were real. They we're watching me. I could try and run from them. Not that I would get very far with vampires chasing me.

I stepped out of the door, the red eyes still haunting my mind. I shivered as I headed to the nearest cafe. I laughed to myself as I made my way through the already crowded street, I hadn't changed clothes. My excuse? A crazy one night stand. I laughed some more. I was going crazy, or getting crazier.

I found a cafe not too far from the tower and ordered some pasta thing. If I'm honest I wasn't really paying attention. I sipped my accidental order of sparkling water, which was horrible, as I watched the crowd. It had taken Becky leaving for me to actually leave the house. Not that I was socialising, sitting in the shadows, alone.

My phone vibrated. What now?! I typed in my password to find a message from an unknown number: "It is not safe here human." It was Demetri. Who else called me human?

Uh, I locked the phone, I didn't care. It vibrated again. Really?

"Do not say I did not warn you." Stupid message.

"Wow," I hissed under my breath.

"Madam," the waiter handed me my lunch.

"Grazie," I smiled, placing the phone on the table. I wasn't hungry anymore but I had to eat, science proved that. But it certainly didn't prove the existence of vampires. I didn't know what did.

The pasta was warm as I swallowed it, banishing the cold feeling inside of me, for now. I had just entered the world of vampires, which seemed chaotic and confusing. The swirls of pasta were stained with red, I couldn't eat this anymore. My dream having come to the forefront of my mind. I put the fork down, staring at the dish.

"You're not very good at following orders, are you?" Someone, well I knew who he was, stood in front of me. Elegant suit covered by a dark grey coat with a tailored purple collar. A pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. Really? Someone call the fashion police for the poor soul.

I laughed. "No, I guess I'm not."

He sat down, hands placed on the table. His shoulders tense, mouth a thin line. "You are ridiculous." He wasn't breathing again.

"And so are you in those sunglasses," I chuckled, taking a drink.

His head tilted downward slightly, he was watching my throat. My heart automatically sped up."You have a strange heartbeat," he muttered.

"Only when you're around," I whispered so quietly I was sure he wouldn't hear.

A smile spread across his face, a proper smile. I was wrong, which only made my heart go faster. "Humans shouldn't interfere with the Volturi. They always end up as-"

"Breakfast, lunch, dinner?" I asked, setting my glass down. "Brunch, a late night snack?"

Demetri was scanning the crowds, swallowing. Something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

His head snapped back my words. "What did you say?" I'm pretty sure he'd heard me.

"What's wrong?" I asked again.

He chuckled. "You." He stood up, straightening his jacket.

"What?" I asked as he began to walk away. He didn't turn around, leaving me to stare after him confused. What the hell?