amorepuer:

          She was a good girl before, and they still didn’t like 
          her. So what did it matter if she was a good girl now?
          They still wouldn’t like her, because she was different,
          and different was always dangerous to them. Nessie
          felt bad for thinking like that — not all people were the
          same, and she was sure there had to be at least one
          person in the Volturi who didn’t hate her. But she didn’t
          want to risk this person with that person. And even if 
          she wanted to move, she couldn’t, because tears were
          rolling down her cheeks and fear had her paralyzed. 

          he watched as drops of crystal tickled down her face.
           f e a r  he understands, but sadness and grief remains
          alien to him. the  meals that heidi  brought  in  volterra  
           often  wailed  in  desperation and terror,  and  most
           times he found it compelling, to be able grasp such
           emotion in their last moments.
                                           yet with these tears,   he   has  been
                                           devoid of   empathy for so long  that
                                           he no longer bothered to acknowledge
                                           them.

amorepuer:

          Harm definitely meant different things to both
          of them. To her, harm was anything that could
          physically or emotionally hurt her or her family.
          To the Volturi — she didn’t know, and she didn’t
          want to know, when it could mean they would
          hurt her. She wanted to find Jake and Daddy
          and Momma. 

                       his intimidation got the better of his charm
                       but neither seemed to be working.  what
                       did carlisle and his coven teach  this  girl
                       if not a little ounce of respect ?

                            ’ there is no reason to fear me.
                                       — i trust you have been a good
                                      girl, yes ? ’

amorepuer:

amorepuer:

♡ ultimatetracker started following you

          He was part of the Volturi. Nessie swallowed.
          The Volturi didn’t like her. At all. She was —
          needed — hide.

       [ a smile twists the ends of his lips,
            blood red eyes peering to the hybrid
            who avoided contact.

                      hiding from  him  is most futile
                      – the olympic coven must have
                      told her that,    s u r e l y. ]

         ’ come, little girl.
           i mean no harm. ’