April 9th, 2017: I'm still revising the chapters in the beginning so please bare with me and give this story a chance. (First few chapters written in 2014, absolute cringe) The latest chapters are much more in depth. Thanks!

Pairing: Demetri and Bella Swan

Mature themes: Cursing, heavy violence, some lemons.

Similar to the book, Bella Swan is an average American girl living with her father, Charlie Swan (except he raised her). Demetri is a vampire living in London, looking for a human mate. The Volturi exists, but Demetri does not work with them. Society's values have driven off and families are arranging marriages. No further explanation for that, just for the plot that hasn't been written for this pairing!

One

I stood on the doorstep of his home.

My stiffly clenched fists reeked of anxiety. Charlie's cheap cologne still lingered on my coat.

It had been exactly seven days from his phone call, and eight hours since I last saw my father's face. Charlie, someone I had known for my entire life was thousands of miles away for the very first time. I wasn't handling the situation quite well. This was the day when my world turned upside down. Leaving Forks, my childhood and 'friends' behind to meet my destined partner. Destined. Was there even such thing? My head was bombarded with thoughts.

The brick residence in front of my slender frame was two stories high, quite small but elegant and suitable for two people. It hinted I was marrying a wealthy man but my mind was far too overwhelmed and busy to think about such things anymore. It didn't matter anyway–Charlie wanted me to marry someone good enough, not a billionaire. The only object my eyes fixed on was the mahogany door–it stood a few inches away from my face, taunting me to ring the doorbell. I felt my heart rate intensify as my index finger reached the white button. A classic doorbell tune echoed in the house.

My heart soothed...it was finally over with. I parted my lips and let out a soft sigh of relief–then I realised I had to stress about introducing myself now. It was the worst part of being introverted. I shifted the sole of my boots against the welcome mat, impatient and anxious of our meeting. The brief moment of silence between me and the mat was wiped away when the red door swung open, sending me a leap of surprise.

"Isabella."