NIGHTMARES. ❪ Alec Volturi ❫ ✓

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Beatrice let out another scream as she woke up. That time, it was too much for her. She flashed over to the door and closed it. It meant that she didn't want to be bothered. She received the memories of a man she had never met before. She didn't know it, but his name was Garrett.

He was a hotheaded patriot who willingly fought for the colonies' right to self-govern. He was turned into a vampire around the 1780s, during the war. The war's massive death toll gave local vampires the opportunity to feast.

Garrett was transformed by accident in the aftermath of the battle. He was with an isolated group of ten soldiers when a vampire attacked them, knocking him unconscious at the beginning of the attack. The vampire, after draining the other nine soldiers, was sated enough and he didn't drink much of Garrett's blood. Thinking that Garrett was dead, the vampire ran afterward.

Garrett woke up three days later as a fully-fledged vampire. Beatrice couldn't handle the pain of being turned again. She could feel his pain and confusion.

He didn't know what he was when he woke up or how it happened. He was a true believer of the American Dream, not the supernatural.

Beatrice breathed heavily as she walked over to her balcony. She needed to take a breather. She needed to breathe in the fresh air, even if she didn't need oxygen. From afar, Alec was watching. He was curious about his mate and wanted to know more about her, but after seeing her scream, he wanted to know what was going on in that mind of hers. He turned around to run back to Italy, but he stepped on a twig. He cringed. He never thought a twig would be what called him out.

"Hello?" Beatrice called out.

She stared into the forest, her eyes scanning for anything that didn't fit. She found it, and he knew she found it. Thus began the game of Cat and Mouse. She jumped off the balcony, landing onto the ground softly and effortlessly. She flashed through the forest, chasing after the person who stepped on the twig. She realized that it had to be a vampire. Werewolves had a scent that repulsed vampires. However, she knew that it was her mate.

Beatrice heard one of the Volturi say it during the fight. If she heard correctly - which she knew she did. His name was Alec. He was definitely attractive, but the air around him was high-held and strong. Alec ran in front of her, smirking to himself. He was enjoying the chase - enjoying the thrill of his mate chasing him. He was always the type to like playing with his food, but the fact that Beatrice was his mate made him even more aroused.

Beatrice growled quietly to herself, but he heard it and his smirk widened - if that was even possible. Suddenly, Beatrice's vision was gone. She gasped and abruptly stopped running, sparks of moss and dirt flying around as the tips of her toes braced her impact. Arms wrapped around her body. She stilled, breathing in the scent around her. His scent clouded her nose and mind.

"That was a fun game," he whispered, lips touching the cartilage of her ear.

She didn't respond, so he restored her vision. Beatrice let out a small, audible sigh at that. She enjoyed being able to see.

"Well, why'd you run in the first place?" she asked.

He didn't respond to her question. Instead, he began pressing feather-like kisses to her ear and down to her jawline. He stopped as he reached near her lips. He withdrew slightly and stuck his nose into the crook of her neck.

"I'm afraid I'm not every used to watching women from afar in forests," he humored.

"You shouldn't ever be used to it," she retorted.

"I know you feel it... The pull... There is no use trying to push it away. As much as I've...enjoyed Washington, I'd rather have you come with me to Italy," Alex admitted.

"My family is here," Beatrice told him. "I'm not leaving them. We're on two opposite sides of the war. It may stay that way for a long time."

"Then, I shall wait."