The Path We Walk (Alec/Renesmee) (1/?)
If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? - Chuck Palahniuk
"You're trying to get me killed aren't you?" Felix's accusation was met with the sweetest smile and anyone who didn't know the girl would think she was as innocent as an angel. He mentally scoffed. Renesmee Cullen was far from an angel, she was more like a hellion. But scarier.
Renesmee's soft, slim fingers reached up to smooth over the lapels of his coat almost caressingly, her sharp fingernails scratching the skin of his neck in the lightest of touches. Felix stiffened as he realized what she was doing. He grabbed hold of her wrists, glaring at her as she smiled at him guiltlessly.
The little vixen.
"Alec will not be happy."
At the mention of the dark-haired vampire, her smile dropped and she freed her wrists from his hold. She crossed her arms below her chest where the pendant of the Volturi insignia glittered up at him. The sight of her rosy pale skin was inviting, accentuated by the black dress she wore. The girl was the biggest tease he knew with rust-colored curls, chocolate brown doe-eyes and full, pouty lips.
Renesmee Cullen had a beauty to die for, literally. This he knew from the numerous victims that had fallen prey to her angelic looks.
"What Alec doesn't know won't hurt him." She reasoned almost nonchalantly but he'd known her for years, he could see right through her perfect façade. She was trying not to think about Alec, her mentor was the only one who could stop her from getting into trouble as she was an unstoppable force by nature.
"No, it'll hurt me." He countered. "Don't you remember what happened to the last vampire who assisted you in your little schemes?" He didn't bother for her to respond and continued to explain. "Alec tore him to pieces and after spreading his body parts all over Volterra, he let the guy put himself back together again before repeating the process only finally burning the guy after he cried like a baby for mercy." He gave her a dry look. "Do you want that to happen to me?"
She shook her head. "No, I don't."
"Then don't leave Italy. Just stay for my sake and whoever he decides to take his temper out on." He wanted to literally shake sense into her. Could she not see how insane Alec became when it came to her? He would do anything for her. Really, anything at all, whether she asked for it or not.
"I have to do this." She insisted stubbornly. "Alec would never let me go if he knew. He would forbid me."
He couldn't argue with that. Alec would lock her in her room for days until he got some sense into her pretty little head. "As he should," He sighed. "What could you possibly get from going back there, Renesmee? It's been ten years since…" He trailed off, the words didn't need saying. They were obscene.
"Since the massacre," She continued his sentence with only the vaguest amount of discomfort. "I just…I just need to do this. For me." She looked at him pleadingly, her voice having lost its usual bravado. "Please, Felix?"
He wanted to bang his head against the wall. The girl was irresistible when she wanted to be and he was no exception to it. No one was to be exact. "I'll talk to Heidi. She'll get your flight arranged. We're sneaking you out at dawn."
Brown eyes brightened with gratefulness and slim arms wound around his neck, bending him down to her as she pecked him on his cheek. When she pulled away, he watched as she walked off in her graceful, confident gait. She looked so carefree, like she didn't just make him sign his death warrant.
With another sigh, he wondered to himself how he got into these kinds of situations. It was certainly not of his engineering. But when you're surrounded by sadistic, beautiful women, what was a vampire to do?