It's been awhile [Renesmee]

[Aro]

((I know this is in the wrong spot, but until we get a Port Angeles, this will have to be placed here. Thanks,))

The stink of car exhaust made Aro's sensitive nose wrinkle as he slipped through the shadows of Port Angeles. His ever present "goons" were back at the air port under strict orders to stay out of things. This was far too close to the Cullen territory for Aro to be lax in his dealings, especially if he wanted to know what the vegetarian vampires were up to. He could have sent a spy of his own, but there was always something about having a personal touch that struck Aro's ego just the right way.

The subject of his attentions was no other than the half-vampire Renesmee Cullen. It had galled him to no end that she had slipped through his cold fingers almost two decades ago, and it still nagged him from time to time. Of course, Jane refused to let the subject die, often bringing it up just when Aro had allowed his mind to quit gnawing over that much chewed bone.

His upper lip twitched in annoyance, marring the perfection of his marble face. Ignoring the double takes one drunk bum threw his way, Aro strode forward, every click of his heels the sound of absolute confidence. He scented the air ever so slightly, his bright crimson eyes hidden under the hood of the jacket he wore. As much as he hated stooping down to this level of... attire, Aro didn't want rumors of a pale, crimson man reaching the Cullen's ears, particularly Edward or Carlisle's. He really didn't want to have to deal with those problems before he could prepare for them.

It took two more hours before he could finally find the source of the elusive scent he quested for. It had changed very little through the years, slightly disguised by the light perfume the young woman was wearing. The sound of her heart beating reached his ears, making his body tense for a split-second. He hadn't fed yet, his attention focused on finding Renesmee. He remained in the dark shadows between two shop fronts, still as a statue. Aro's gaze focused on a point on the back of her neck, patiently waiting to see what the young woman would do, if she even noticed him.

[Renesmee Cullen]

Renesmee enjoyed leaving the comforts of her home on a regular basis. Just the thought of getting outside excited her more than anything else in the world ever could. She loved exploring, whether it be new places or something as seemingly simple as new foods.

Getting to escape the confines of the small town of Forks was twice as exciting, especially when she was able to do it without a family member or a wolf tagging along. She loved both her family and her friends dearly, though she also adored some alone time every once and a while.

She had spent a little while in Port Angeles simply shopping. She wasn't nearly as fond of shopping as Alice was, fashion didn't appeal to Renesmee nearly as much, though she needed a few new outfits. Hanging out in Jacob's makeshift garage was beginning to ruin every pair of jeans she had. Almost all of her clothes either smelled like car oil or had oil stains all over them.

Her nose wrinkled at the thought of the scent, though it was another scent all together that caught her attention. A vampire. Renesmee lived with more than enough to know the sweet scent off by heart. She was even able to distinguish between the diets. While her family fed on nothing but animals, this vampire in particular was one that relied on human blood. The same mouthwatering scent lingered off the being in small waves.

Nessie found herself in an awkward predicament. She wasn't sure if she should stop and introduce herself or simply continue walking. It wasn't everyday that she was able to met new vampires, most were either appalled at her family for their life choices, or wanted them dead. A new friend outside of either category would be nice..

Moving into the shadow between the two shops, Nessie offered the man a warm smile. It was obvious the two knew that the other was of supernatural decent, so she didn't have to worry about forging an excuse as to why she decided to make herself known.

"Hi there, I'm Renesmee."

[Aro]

Apparently his patience had paid off as he watched Renesmee approach his post in the shadows. Aro was surprised that she was curious enough to walk over, more so since he assumed the Cullens had been filling her mind with wild tales about the Volturi. He let out a flash of unnaturally white teeth in a fair imitation of a smile, ruined only by the slight coldness in his alien eyes. Long fingers reached up to either side of his hood and pulled it back, allowing Renesmee to see the rest of his face more clearly.

The corners of his eyes crinkled ever so slightly at her boldness, a movement so subtle that it could easily be missed. "Well, Renesmee, I am Aro," He let out a slight bow, his dark gaze never leaving her face. It was almost as if he were memorizing every detail from a freckle to the curve of her eyebrows.

He didn't add the Volturi part of his name, on the slight chance that the Cullens had left his name out of their tales. Highly unlikely, but one could hope. Aro took a discreet sniff, surprised that she smelled so much like a vampire. Still, the undertone of wolf made his sinuses want to clog and his throat burn angrily. It seemed the La Push pack was still very much involved with the Cullens.

He lightly placed his long-fingered hands in the pockets of his coat, feet placed wide apart. No movement was wasted, and he didn't notice that his total lack of movement made for a rather unnerving experience.

Aro tilted his head slightly as a thought crossed his mind. Her curiosity was plain, so with light verbal pokes, he wanted to see just how much she knew about the Volturi. He might even manage to get this oddity after all.

"My, you've grown quite a bit since I last saw you." His sleek head tilted in the opposite direction. "Tell me, how is your mother and father?" A light chuckle intruded at the end of his statement.

[Renesmee Cullen]

Renesmee would be lying if she were to say that she had ever heard of Aro before today. His name was one that was discussed countless times during Renesmee's life with her family, and one that had a warning attached to it.

It wasn't that her parents (or her grandparents, for that matter) had ever specifically advised Renesmee to run in the opposite direction should she personally stumble across a member of the Volturi, though from their previous conversations, it wasn't always such a bad idea.

"I think I've heard of you. My grandfather has told me stories of his past and such. I believe your name came up a few times..." One of those stories had been the one involving Renesmee when she was newly born. Irina had ran off to Italy to inform the Volturi of her birth. Apparently they weren't very thrilled, but had appeared to be outnumbered and went on their way.

She found his gaze that seemed to be fixated on her quite unnerving, though managed to keep up a polite facade. She felt slightly regretful for stopping to speak to the man she had assumed was a stranger, wanting nothing more than to go home and explain to her family that he was close to town.

"My parents are well, thanks for asking..." She didn't want to give him too much information about her family, especially since Renesmee didn't know his intentions. From what Nessie knew of, Aro claimed to be a good (and old) friend of her grandfathers, yet keen on not only stealing members of her family away to join his guard. She didn't find that to be very friendly at all.