But Home Is Nowhere (Renesmee/Nahuel/Alec) (2/3)
They don't leave their apartment for three days.
They stay in bed and talk about the most mundane things to their thoughts, feelings and opinions of things. They talk about their families, the apocalypse and classical music. They consume nothing but bottled blood (that he always has a stash of) and lazily watch TV with Spanish movies and sitcoms they don't understand because neither of them bothered to learn the language. They laugh about random things and she kisses him just because she can and he makes love to her because she asks, so lovingly and gently that she sighs in contentment afterwards.
For the moment, they're content, they're happy.
Then he gets a call from his aunt.
He has to leave for New York the next morning and she hands him the keys to her grandfather's Mercedes.
The look he gives her before he leaves…it makes her heart sink down to her stomach, the sadness and longing in those blue eyes are almost too much to bear. The kiss is gentle but it's the most tragic goodbye she's ever gotten.
I love you, he tells her when they part and she whispers it back.
Then he's getting in the car and driving off, leaving her standing there in the streets for one full minute, watching the black Mercedes before she goes and books herself a flight to Australia.
She arrives in Sydney after a thirteen hour trip and she's tired and sleepy when the plane lands and goes straight to the nearest hotel.
The bellboy looks at her hopefully and tries to engage her in conversation, his blue eyes (the wrong shade of blue) stares at her in interest and he speaks nervously but persistent. She hands him a tip before slamming the door in his face.
She sighs and visibly sags as she trudges toward the bed and collapses on it. She falls asleep and doesn't dream.
She misses Nahuel.
It's sad and pathetic and stupid. Because she's only known him for so long, even though it feels longer, and she shouldn't have fallen for him that quickly. But the fact of the matter is, she's in love with him and she misses him…a lot.
She tours around all over the country, seeing sights and museums, surfing at the beach and talking to pretty Aussie boys who call her the prettiest girl they've ever seen. She meets a lot of boys with dark hair and blue eyes, some even smile like him and laugh like him. But they're not him. And as soon as that sinks in, she stops flirting and smiling and her mood is ruined.
Love sucks, she tells Jacob one night over the phone. He stops in between his joke involving kangaroos and Rosalie and replies, Of course it does.
She travels to Asia the following week and she momentarily gets Nahuel out of her mind because it's all so different from what she's used to. The culture, the colors, the music, the languages and the people - it's not the same. She visits temples in Indonesia, beaches in Malaysia, caves and volcanoes in the Philippines, and mountains in South Korea. She goes mountain climbing, windsurfing, scuba diving, and visits Tokyo Disneyland.
Its fun, it's new and distracting. She keeps herself busy with breathtaking sites and the friendliness of the natives.
And in that way, she doesn't think and she can't miss anyone.
She flies to Russia and goes skiing in the mountains of Dumbay, in Turkey she shops in Istanbul, in Greece she relaxes in the thermal springs. She sees the most beautiful buildings and temples and hears the most exhilarating stories about war and politics and leaders in history.
It's all fine and dandy until she reaches Rome.
She buys herself a new car in Italy, flirts with beautiful Italian boys and drives through the area with a scooter and sees the Colosseum, the Piazza Navona and St. Peter's Square.
On her third day in Italy, she bumps into a dark-haired boy with the most intoxicating red eyes.
Hello pet, he greets her and she knows this won't lead to anything good.
Alec asks (demands) her to come with him to Volterra and she gets out a no before she blacks out and finds herself waking up to the creepy excited smile of Aro, permanent incensed scowl of Caius and the bored expression of Marcus. She's terrified like you wouldn't believe and the sight of Jane's sadistic smile alone makes her want to run all the way back to Dumbay and bury herself thirty feet under the snow.
Alec pulls her to her feet and Aro welcomes her to Volterra.
There's the awkward introduction and testing to see what she could do, mostly involving her in disorientation, slight discomfort or downright monstrous pain until Aro's satisfied and asks her how long she's planning on staying. She wants to tell him that she has no plan of staying any longer but Alec smirks at her in a way that tells her leaving is out of the question contradicting Jane's scowls of disapproval and Renesmee has no idea what to do. She's treading on fragile glass and she has to be careful.
After all, every single person in that room is mentally unstable.
As long as you'll have me, she forces out and Aro laughs in delight.
The Volturi reminds her of the circus. It's strange but they do.
She remembers the first time she went to see the circus, all the attractions - the bear that could juggle while riding a unicycle, the bearded woman, the tiger that jumped through rings of fire, the man who could bend a metal chair with his bare hands - basically the freaks of the world.
In Volterra there was Jane the bitchy taser, Alec the paralyzer, Demetri the tracking device, Felix who can destroy anything if you piss him off enough, Heidi the pheromone queen, crazy thought-seeing Aro (and his even crazier hyena laugh), Marcus the relationship sensor and God only knew what Caius could do. Or maybe…
Caius the guy in perpetual rage, just breathe and he gets mean.
She sighs to herself and banishes the upcoming headache as she plots her way out of Cirque de Volturi.
Alec won't leave her alone.
It's annoying, she doesn't like it (at all) but Aro has more than a few screws loose and he assigns him as her own personal babysitter. She would've much rather get Felix or Demetri. She could've talked them into breaking stuff or in a fun game of playing 'go look for this!'
But no she's stuck with strange, Haha-I'm-gonna-kill-you-and-I'll-damn-right-enjoy-it-Alec, the guy who's psychologically disturbed and seriously needs to get checked. Who sits on a chair facing her bed and watches her intently without blinking until she falls asleep, waits outside the bathroom as she bathes, sneers as she eats toast for breakfast and constantly makes satirical comments on her life.
He's a jerk. A creepy jerk with a face that gives her the urge to push him to the ground and do things to him that would wipe that smirk right off.
And he knows about her attraction to him because his smirk's just a little more arrogant and he continually makes her blush with all the inappropriate innuendo.
Shut up! She exclaims in embarrassment and yes, the smirk is still there.
She's past her one week mark in Rome and finally gets bored enough to ask for permission to go out for some fresh air. Aro is apprehensive at first (as if she could escape with all the cirque de freaks around) but agrees with the condition that Alec comes with her.
She really has no idea why they (well, Aro) wants her around. She's a half-breed with some semi-nifty powers but that's it. If anything, they should've been more like I'm-gonna-kill-you-Cullen-and-it's-gonna-be-so-satisfying-when-I-do-Jane. But who is she to complain, really?
Seeing Jane's glare, so filled with hatred and disgust….
Hospitality over hostility is definitely loads better.
Shopping with Alec is both frustrating and entertaining.
The guy parades around the place all covered up like he's ready to climb the Himalayas. And yet, he still swaggers around like he doesn't look like some weirdo.
Moments like this made her appreciate her I-only-glow-in-the-sunlight-bitch-ha!-skin.
Stop staring, he tells her. I know you want to rip all this clothing off me and get me naked but restrain yourself. We're in public.
Her eyes widen in revulsion and she responds by grabbing his hand and showing him all the bloody, violent things she'd like to do to him.
He merely smirks afterwards. A whip? Kinky, pet.
She groans as he starts to laugh.
It happens one night.
She's lying on her bed, reading a copy of Jane Eyre she finds in the library while Alec tells her of some story involving the Trevi fountain, a naked Felix and a bottle of blood-wine. She's only half-listening to what he's saying, too engrossed in what she's reading when all of a sudden the book's snatched from her hands and she glares at the infuriating vampire.
I hate you, she hisses out, trying to convey all her anger at him in those three words, eight letters.
He smirks that smirk she hates even more. Keep telling yourself that, pet.
And then he proceeds to push her back on the bed and they're kissing with such ardor she forgets her own name and she's not pushing him away and suddenly there's no clothes and he's rough and passionate and it's so hot and..and..she doesn't think much after that.