(Twilight) An S-Type's Road to Ruin as an M

Also known as On How an S Type Keeps Going Further Down the M Road, The Tragedy Caused by a Slap, The Story in the Bathroom... Doris was a witch. She remembered that the first time she saw Caius was in a bath deep inside Volterra Castle. The instant she saw him enter, she thought she was looking at an angel. His golden hair was like sunlight shattered into pieces, and his flawless face seemed sculpted by God's own hand. Compared to him, everyone else was a crude, defective imitation. She almost rushed over, grabbed his hand, and asked for his business card. Under ordinary circumstances, she would have paid a high price to have him model for her. If only... In reality, she yanked off her bathrobe and draped it over herself, then slapped him hard with her other hand. “Pervert!” A little poetic flourish: I once saw you, three thousand years ago, When sky and sea were joined as one. I was the witch who tempted you, And you were the young, handsome king. P.S. 1. There isn't much Caius fanfiction, and the author isn't happy about it, so I started this story to relax. It's a medium-length story with a happy ending. Care to bookmark it? 2. Don't try to infer the heroine's values. She's not exactly a good person. 3. That's right, the author is going to let loose. You might not even see the Cullen family here, so don't discuss the plot. 4. You're welcome to check out my other ongoing story, (HP) The Blood Crown, a Marauders-era pairing with the Dark Lord. It's a story about one villain saving another villain, and fans who enjoy detailed canon research are welcome.