petrichor [rosalie hale] ✔

lxiii. irina.

When she was eleven, Kiara Black had been cradled in Rebecca's arms as Rachel ran back to their cabin to get Billy Black and a first aid kit.

Rebecca and Rachel had warned her not to climb the old tree outside Charlie Swan's house, but Kiara had never listened to them. She'd only ever listened to her mother.

They'd only lost their mother just over a year prior, and Kiara had became the prized child of the family. She was softer than her twin, and much more quieter. Jacob was into cars and sports and was starting to show interest in girls... but Kiara just wanted to spend her days with her older sisters.

Two sets of twins had certainly been a surprise to Billy and Sarah Black. It didn't even run in the family - although they both knew about the trait that certainly did run in their family bloodlines and had prayed none of the girls would have to experience it.

Kiara Black was fourteen when her older twin sisters left them. Rebecca left a day after her eighteenth birthday, having married a professional surfer from Hawaii and following him around the world as he competed. Rachel waited a little longer, but as soon as her scholarship for Washington University came through, she was gone.

Her dad swore that it was the best thing they could do for themselves, knowing they would have likely found themselves wrapped up in the legends and truths of their bloodline had they stayed. Sam shifted not long after they left.

Kiara Black was sixteen when she first flirted with Paul Lahote. It wasn't long before that when she found herself sneaking in and out of his sheets on the weekends. It wasn't love, it was casual. An arrangement that meant almost nothing to both of them.

Kiara Black was almost seventeen when she broke up with Riley Biers. Their short-lived two month fling had ruined her idea of a sparkling Summer and put her in a perpetual bad mood for the return of school season.

Kiara Black wasn't sure what age she was when she made one choice that led her to this moment. It could have been any of the above, or it could have been fate from the start - she guessed she'd never truly know how things had turned out this way.

Kiara Black wished she was immortal the second her eyes fell on Aro.

Rosalie's right hand was wrapped tightly around her upper arm, holding her flush to the side of her body as she tried to angle Kiara slight behind herself and Emmett. The shifter didn't need her to do it, but Rosalie knew the consequences of one wrong vampire catching her scent. Sure, they'd realise soon enough if they hadn't already that her mate wasn't like the rest of them.

Kiara's heart pounded against her chest as Aro's gaze fell on her, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly. She could feel Rosalie tense beside her; her grip tightened on Kiara's arm although she didn't move from her side.

Rosalie's icy gaze never wavered from Aro's smug face, her sharp features hardened into an expression that could cut glass. Kiara, on the other hand, felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights. 

For the first time since meeting him, Kiara felt true hatred toward Aro. He was the embodiment of all she detested - cruelty hidden under a veneer of politeness and charm. As his gaze swept across their assembled group, lingering on Renesmee and then locking onto the wolves that filled their gaps... yeah, Kiara knew she hated him.

Carlisle stepped forward, everyone's eyes naturally falling to the blonde man as he sternly looked across the field at Aro and the rest of the Volturi guard.

"Aro, Iet us discuss things as we used to. In a civilized manner."

Aro chuckled, a sound that Kiara knew would now reside in her nightmares for years to come.