'I will always be the one that took your place.
When the rain falls.
I wont let go.
I'll be right here.'
The Army stopped. Bristling at the edge of the clearing, bodies twisting and twitching impatiently. A sea of crimson eyes, alight with hunger – with blood lust – focused on walls behind us, the promise of bloody slaughter fuelling a battle desire, instilled with starvation.
This would become a crimson stained battleground. A graveyard.
And leading the doomed to die – a picture perfect image of Midnights description – were Chase, Tyler and Alicia. Chase, tall and blond – handsome, with a cruel crooked smile and insane glint to bloody eyes.
Tyler, a reflection of my Daughter, of what could have been. He was older – taller, really, but those Violet eyes. They were the same. A Family trait, Midnight had said. Had assumed, believed, because the colour was too right to be anything but…
A Family trait…
Alicia stepped up beside him, shifting slightly. Her eyes, once an icy blue, were now a bloody crimson – they darted round the clearing, searching for something.
My Daughter. I'd seen the way Midnight had looked at her, adoration shining in violet eyes. I didn't pretend to understand love – but what Midnight felt for her, I could tell that she knew. She understood. She loved her – Alicia.
But Alicia – lying girl – had betrayed her. Fooled us and used Midnight. A fact I didn't look kindly upon. But – seeing her now, looking distracted – almost distressed – like she'd forever lost something important to her, I couldn't help but hope, that maybe, just maybe she too felt something for my Daughter.
That maybe, my Daughter wouldn't have to feel heartbreak.
Ruby eyes caught mine. I blinked. Lips curled back into a manic smile – Chase grinned – and I twitched at the cocky gesture. Disgusting. I would make sure, Chase more then any, for starting this, would die. Would die horribly. Die painfully.
For my Daughter…'Midnight.' I called, again, only to be met once more with an eerie silence that I was unused too for such long periods of time. It made me uneasy. Where was she? It wasn't often that she willingly cut her connection to me.
I was worried.
But, my eyes flicked to the right, it wasn't just for my absent Daughter. Alice was standing next to me. A quiet determination behind golden eyes, as she watched the opposing Army carefully, waiting.
Worry stirred in my chest.
And I wasn't used to this – used to these feelings. Worrying for someone other then my Daughter. I'd forgotten what it had felt like. Worry. Having her here made me nervous – made me doubt.
I had desperately wanted her to stay behind – stay with my Fathers, where she'd be safe, protected. Where she couldn't distract me with worry.
Distract me, like she was now.
And I knew it was selfish of me, to want such a thing. But I was worried. Worried, that something would happen to her. Worried that I'd be so focused on protecting her, that I'd miss something – that I wouldn't be fast enough, or strong enough, if she needed me.
And it was so irrational!
But, the mere thought of losing her – was crippling. And it scared me, how much I seemed to care for her, how much she meant to me before I'd even realized it.
Losing her wasn't an option.
I wasn't going to let her get hurt – because of me – because of this, because she wouldn't let me go alone. Stubborn girl…
The Army bristled, twitching. The sudden movement snapped me from my thoughts. Now was not the time. I needed to focus. I needed a clear head. If my thoughts were elsewhere, I wouldn't be able to protect her – and I needed to protect her. Because something in me wanted too…
And for a fleeting moment, I wondered; if this was what love felt like.
'It is, Mum.'
My eyes snapped wide at the sudden echo of my Daughters melodic voice. Relief washed over me at the sound – tension rolling off my shoulders. She was safe.
'Mid…' I breathed, easily, 'Are you, okay?'
There was a pause, a silence in my mind.
'You've always loved her, you know. You were just never given a chance to see it.'
My eyes snapped wide at her words, and I was left speechless. 'Midnight?' I stuttered, crimson flicking to look at Alice. And I couldn't help the twitch of my lips at the look of concentration upon her face, before I stopped myself – Midnights words repeating in my head.
Was she right? Did I love her? Had I always…loved her…
'I'll take care of my, Brother.' Midnight said finally, breaking the silence, breaking my thoughts.
I frowned. Worry returning at her words and before I could say anything more her sigh echoed in my head, a twinge of amusement buried underneath. 'Don't worry. I'll be okay.' A thoughtful pause, 'We'll be okay, Mum. Keep her safe.'
And as soon as it had begun, Midnight had once more cut her connection – plunging me again into the eerie silence of my own thoughts and worry.
"Bella?" I heard Alice ask, voice concerned. I blinked. Alice frowned with worry and I noticed I'd been staring. Her hand brushed along my arm, comfortingly, sending that familiar electric fire shooting up my side and Midnights words replayed in my mind.
You've always loved her, you know.
And I twitched a reassuring smile, trying to block them out for now, "Midnights, okay."
Alice let lose a breath of relief, body relaxing slightly. She returned my slight smile at the news. And my breath caught in my throat, struck speechless for the second time at seeing how much Alice cared for my Daughter.
She'd been just as worried as I had.
"Thank Goodness." She sighed.
The feeling that flowed though me at her words, at her relief were indescribable. But it made me feel warm – content, accepted – to know that she cared about her, "You ready, Alice?" I murmured.
I nodded, tearing my eyes away from hers to look upon the Army. I was ready. And like it was an agreement, half a dozen Newborns – impatient and sloppy – swayed forward, eyes aglow and lips curled back. "Stay close to me." I shifted into a crouch. The Army behind me followed suit.
"Always." Alice breathed.
And I fought down the thrill that one word seemed to inspire in me – you've always loved her – and I concentrated, tapping into my power, only to flinch back, when pain ripped through my skull.
Chase was blocking it… Again…
A Newborn – frail looking, gangly thing – crouched low, legs coiled to pounce. I shifted, slightly. This was it…
He moved, pouncing – and suddenly, the wind changed, like a whirlwind, glinting crimson and silver – my eyes snapped wide, shocked. The Newborns body hit the ground, ripped jaggedly in two.
Lifeless eyes rolled to the gray sky…
And standing there – tall and lethal, silver scythe hung loosely in hand – was my Daughter. My Midnight…
'Be safe.' She lent back, head tilting, almost black violet locked with mine in a promise. I shivered at the dark eyes – so unlike my Daughter. Alice sucked in a breath.
Midnight's lips twitched, only slightly. A ghost of a smile – of that crooked half smirk – before she stepped forward, blade dragging against the ground.
Tyler's eyes were wide. Midnight bounded.
Her scythe clashed with a replica of the gun Midnight had given me, with a loud metallic crack. Sparks – orange and yellow – erupted to life at the explosive contact, a whirlwind of colours in a harsh thunderclap – that they disappeared into.
Leaving only specks of copper blood in their wake.
Chases eyes, wide and shocked, flicked to the space Tyler had been – and that was the opening I needed, had been looking, waiting for. I pushed down the worry for my Daughter, reminding myself – that she was strong, that she'd be okay.
"Alice!" I warned, before bounding forward.
I aimed and fired.
Chase twitched – almost violently – at the sound, the bullet shooting past the spot his head had just been, seconds before. Damn…
The Volturi Army behind me rushed forward, following me closely – and only a step behind, I could see Alice from the corner of my eye. The Newborns bristled at the movement, and with a chorused growl rushed forward. I pulled out my second pistol, rapidly pulling the triggers, sending a wave of bullets into the fray.
With dull thuds, Newborns hit the ground – dead a second time.
And Chase, wide eyes locked with mine, took a step back, his Army rushing past in a spastic frenzy – swallowing him, and within seconds I'd lost sight of him.
A choking gurgle beside me - my eyes flicked round – Alice ducked under a Newborns wild swing, cleaving upwards. The Newborns head separated from his neck, and it slumped to the ground – head rolling.
My ears perked – snarl to my right – I shifted my weight, eyes prying once more from Alice. My foot slid against the ground, lowering my body, I ducked under a slash – pulling the trigger of my gun.
The Newborn only grunted – a mix of shock and pain – bullet ripping through its skull.
Movement to my left, Alice…"Duck."
Alice ducked; I pivoted, whipping my leg out into a roundhouse. It connected with a thunderous crack. I felt the Newborns jaw shift. Flicking my wrist I sent one of my guns flying.
Alice spun round me, cracking another's neck. I grabbed the Newborn with my free hand, pulling. The Newborn hissed angrily – his shoulder falling free with a pop. I smirked.
Twisting, I sent the Newborn hurling into an oncoming onslaught – barrelling them over like bowling pins. Catching my falling gun, I sent a barrage of bullets after them – three Newborns dropping like flies.
But in the back of my mind, I could feel it – that painful dampening of my power, that block. And Chase was nowhere to be seen. That needed to change. With my power, I could end this.
"Alice!" I called, grabbing her attention.
She was disposing of another Newborn. Blood – coppery crimson, what was left in the Newborns systems – stained her cloths. A copper drip, rolled down her face, leaving a trail in its wake – and honey coloured eyes darted to meet mine.
I was staring…
Alice gave a little smirk, something; I noted that looked deviously lovely on her, "Something on my face?" She husked, licking the blood from her lips, eyes flashing red.
And my brain stopped, mouth went dry – despite the situation – and lust, pure and simple, something I could identify, surged though me – and I'd forgotten what I was going to say.
God, she was…distracting…
A Newborn barrelled at me and I snapped from my haze, sidestepping the sloppy attempt. Alice just cocked an eyebrow that smirk still on her face. I shook my head, "Um…" I stuttered, "We need to find, Chase."
Alice nodded, smirk not leaving her face, and moved forward – to the last place we'd both seen Chase. I instinctively fell into step beside her – weaving between the hungry Newborns with ease.
We broke the forests edge – Chase nowhere to be seen – my eyes caught movement, and it was too late that I'd realized my error. "Shit." Feet skidding in dirt, I twitched sideways – pushing Alice, just as a Hunters knife flew past.
My eyes darted to the right at the sound – frightening worry clutched my chest and I stopped breathing. I hadn't been quick enough…
But, she was still standing – and the worry lessened at the sight, but her shirt arm was ripped and a bloodless gash maimed her bicep. My power surged suddenly – painfully, as the suppression crushed it back down - without my control at the sight. At Alice gritting her teeth in pain.
At Alice getting hurt because I hadn't been fast enough.
"Are you okay, Alice?" I growled out, through clenched teeth.
I felt her sift next to me.
Her answer was strained, I could hear it but I nodded regardless. My fingers twitched on the triggers of my guns. We'd run into an ambush – we'd suddenly been surrounded and I hadn't even considered it.
The Newborns seemed to cackle with glee – twitching and jerking in delight – demented smiles on shallow, pale faces. Chase had always planned to run – to hide – and leave everything to the Newborns – to Alicia and Tyler – the cowered.
I took a steadying breath – feeling for those triggers, those switches. Because I'd promised myself I'd let nothing happen to her and I'd failed…I felt my emotions shut down, mind go blank – 'kill them all' – eyes dull.
They were all going to die…
I felt my blade connect. Heard the crack. Felt blood hit my face – brown coppery chucks. After all – our hearts still beat. Tyler with wide eyes hissed, rolling sideways, avoiding another downward slash of my scythe.
We'd teleported to a small clearing – I couldn't tell who'd brought us here, him or I – but in the distance I could still head the thundering clashes of battle. We weren't too far.
"Where did you get that?" He spat – recognition flashing behind his eyes, as he surged forward.
I ignored him.
His gun once more scratched against my blade, a blazing trail of red sparks. His finger twitched. The barrel of his gun clicked.
I shifted. Blade spinning in a flourish of silver steel, I cleaved upwards – bullets whizzing past my head – I cut nothing but air.
How annoying…Slowing my breathing – I listened, waited – alert for any sound, any movement of the wind that would give him away. The wind caught to my right. I dived forward, steadying my footing to pivot – cleaving through the flurry of bullets he'd sent my way.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five… They fell to the ground, smoking.
A flash of violet, the wind breezed behind me. I span, scythe cutting the ground at the speed. Tyler jumped back – dodging – his fingers twitched. I pulled out my own gun, firing off a round of my own. The bullets met midflight with a crack.
It was a furious match of blows – dodge, strike, counter, dodge, strike, counter – and neither of us seemed to be gaining the upper hand. Tyler's eyes were aglow with mad rage, his strikes and shots; furious and erratic. I couldn't anticipate fast enough.
"Why!" He shrilled, "Wont you just die?"
And, they shouldn't have, but the words stung. Cut at me. Because a small part of me screamed – knew – that this was my Brother, my twin – everything that I was, a Hunter, a Vampire, a teenager, a killer, a monster. He was Family. The only living link to Parents we'd never known and a Family that had never been.
But, the other part knew that we couldn't be more different. We'd grown up apart – died apart – we wanted different things, cared about different people. We were strangers.
We were strangers…
He lunged – rushing forwards with guns ablaze. I twitched, flicking my scythe into an upwards spin. I pulled out my second gun, once more matching each of his shots. Crack, crack, crack…
Tyler, though, smirked suddenly, feet hitting the ground quickly before he disappeared into a gust of wind. Damn…I stopped moving, holding my breath. I could hear the barrels of my guns smoking, the whistle of my scythe cutting air above me, the thunderous booms in the distance.
There was too much sound. I couldn't hear…
The wind shifted to my right – my head snapped to look, peripherals catching movement to my left. The back of my neck prickled. "Shit." I lowered my body, twisting painfully, pocketing my guns, and catching my scythe.
I heard the shots.
And I felt it connect – heard the sicking sound of flesh parting. I gasped. Stumbling, scythe clattering to the ground. My hand clutched the wound, tightly. I could smell blood…
And suddenly Tyler was there.
My eyes locked with his, shining violet, so similar. I could feel blood dripping through my fingers. My blood.
Tyler stepped forward, fuck, and suddenly let out an unsteady hiss of pain, stumbling back. His gun clattered to the ground, slipping from shaking hands. I blinked, disorientated, and noticed the chest wound.
Long and deep – it was a gaping gash – that spanned the width of his chest, splitting it. I could see his heart sputtering. Coppery crimson pooled out in grotesque chunks – he clutched at it – violet eyes horrified – trying desperately to stop the bleeding.
It wouldn't stop. It wouldn't heal. It was fatal…
"No…" He mouthed, blinking down at the wound, "You…" His voice cracked, knees buckling.
And I hesitated.
Because in that moment, in the violent flash of fear, I saw in Violet eyes, I'd seen me. Seen the reflection of the fear that I'd felt when I knew I had been going to die. When I knew that this was it…
But, with his breath coming out in short, fearful gasps, I knew that it was too late to be hesitating, too late to be second guessing – because there was nothing I could do – he was dying anyway.
I took a breath. Steadying my resolve. I stepped forward, swaying to pick up my scythe, closing the distance between us.
This boy – who'd tried to kill me, kill my Family – was nothing but a stranger to me.
He looked up.
There was no recognition in those eyes.
I raised my scythe. "Goodbye, Brother."
Tyler's eyes snapped wide – fear flashing through Violet – I heard his breath hitch, mouth opening with a gurgle of unformed words and his shoulders twitch, but there was only a slight ruffle in the wind.
He didn't have the energy.
I let my scythe fall, cutting through air. Blood splattered my face with a sickening squelch. And my own Violet eyes follow as his head rolls to the ground, lifeless eyes to the sky, his limp body slumping to the ground not moments later – coppery crimson pooling beneath.
He was dead. Dead and gone.
And I didn't know what to feel. Seeing his lifeless body – unmoving and cold – I hadn't known him. He had been a stranger. But, that didn't stop the regret, that now; I'd never get the chance…
Because I'd killed him.
I blinked, ripping my eyes from the lifeless body, tilting my head in the direction of the sudden voice – that lightly accented voice, I knew well. Her voice.
"Alicia…" My voice husks before I can stop myself – before I can think better of it.
And she smiled. She smiled a small sad smile, that didn't look right on her face. That didn't reach eyes, I remembered being an icy blue. It's a smile that makes my chest ache.
She steps forward, slowly, and my foggy mind catches up with me – I twitch away, brandishing my scythe in front of me – a wall between us. The fast movement however, makes pain rip through my arm and I cringe.
Alicia's crimson eyes flick down – and she falters in her step slightly – something passing behind her eyes that I can't quite catch before she's moving again.
My eyes follow the graceful movements carefully. She was the enemy now, no matter how I felt about her – she was with them…She'd chosen them…
Her hand reaches out, slow, steady, fingers tracing the copper stained silver. "You." Her voice is hollow. I hate it. "Should kill me too."
And my breath hitches at the words. Eyes snapping wide in horror, I, I should kill her?
Alicia's hand closes around the blade – and I can hear the cracking of marble – pulling it roughly to the nape of her neck. Calm crimson eyes level with mind and I can't move…
"W-what?" I choke, stumbling over my words. You should kill me too. And I can feel my hands start to shake at the acceptance in those eyes. Eyes that were once blue.
"It's okay." She smiled. That same bittersweet smile that didn't sit right on her face. That smile, I knew, I never wanted to see on her face again.
But seeing her – it hurt, hurt more then anything I'd ever felt, because even knowing that she was then enemy, knowing how she betrayed and used me, I didn't hate her. I couldn't hate her. Not her, never her.
And maybe I knew nothing about who she really was, but it didn't matter, because every part of me wanted to. I wanted to know who she was. The real her. I wanted to know the girl behind the smile that could make me forget my name – the girl standing before me, asking me to kill her.
"You need too."
Because somewhere down the line – without me realizing, without me noticing – I'd fallen in love with her.
Alicia's eyes closed at the question, her next breath unsteady. She looked pained, "Please, don't ask me why."
My shaking hands gripped my scythe tighter. I shook my head, "Why, Alicia?" And the movement made my head spin, the world shifted, made my legs buckle. My scythe dropped from my shaking hands and I stumbled.
"Maddy!" I hear Alicia yell – voice pitchy with unsuppressed panic – before hands steady me, helping me down, and my back softly hits the back of a tree. "Oh God." I blink up, Alicia is hovering over me, worry clear in crimson eyes, "You're bleeding."
And I couldn't help but smile.
"You do care…" I breathe, the pain finally catching up with me, making my head heavy.
Alicia shakes her head, "This will heal wont it? You'll be okay…" Her hands flutter round my arm, unsure.
I flicked my eyes to the side – a tingling numbness in my right arm – finally noticing the damage. Two of Tyler's shots, hunter bullets, had hit me. One had ripped through my arm and the other…"The bullet." I grunted, "You need to take it out of my shoulder."
I could feel it now – like toxic – imbedded in my shoulder, deep and painful, it was poisoning me from the inside.
Unfocused crimson locked with mine, and she nodded, "Alright…" Her fingers, lightly traced over the wound, hesitating, and doubt crept into my mind.
I gave her a small smile though, lifting my left arm to poke her softly. She blinked, eyes swimming into focus – and God, they were beautiful eyes. "It'll heal, Alicia. I'll be okay."
Alicia released a breath, nodding once more. Those eyes flashed with determination and I felt my doubt fall away – she really did care.
Her fingers, feather light, slipped into the open wound and I flinched – teeth gritting as pain shot through my arm. "You know…" I gasped, head falling back against the tree. The pain was horrible. Fingers tugged at the bullet. "You never answered my question."
The bullet squelched from my shoulder, I gasped. Alicia's hand pressed over the gaping hole, applying pressure, "Question?"
"Why?" I sighed, "Did you want to die?"
Alicia averted her eyes; but never made a move to distance herself from me. "Because," And she paused, eyes far away, "Everything I've done, to you. I'm a liar; I've always been a liar, my power reflects that."
Her hold on me tightened, and I waited, "I don't want that for you. I don't want to lie – not to you, not anymore."
I smiled, hand reaching out to brush her cheek – crimson eyes fluttered back to me, "Then don't."
She laughed, and it was hollow – sad. "I never meant for any of this to happen, it's selfish. I've hurt you so much. Betrayed you. It shouldn't be so simple." She shook her head, "It isn't that simple."
The look on her face was tortured. I hated seeing it – seeing her so conflicted, seeing her in such pain, "It can be." I breathed. And it could be, for her, because the thought of her walking away now, was unbearable.
The thought of losing her, again…
"No!" She husked, voice desperate, "It can't be. After everything I've done, it would be better for you, if I followed Tyler!" And agony swam in crimson, like tears that would never fall, "But I can't do it myself. I can't bring myself to leave you. Because I'm selfish. Because I love you."
I stopped breathing. Words echoing. My slow fluttering heartbeat quickened, and the pain in my arm was long forgotten, everything was. Everything but her. Everything but those words.
"And it's so selfish." She breathed, "Because, I love you and you deserve so much better."
A small smile tugged at my lips, "Silly girl." I murmured, "You can think I deserve better but what I want," With my good hand, I tugger her forward, and she followed with a gasp, "Is you."
Crimson eyes shot wide – flashing an icy blue – and lips parted in a soundless shock.
"Because somewhere down the line," I continued, smiling, "I fell in love with you too."
Alicia fell forwards, slightly, looking drained, parted lips suddenly inches from mine, "You shouldn't love me." I could feel her breath.
"But I do." I whispered, and with each word my lips brushed hers. Crimson eyes shut, with a breathy sigh. "So, I'm not letting you leave."
Her breath was unsteady – hot and ragged – her hands gripped me tightener, and eyes, suddenly open, and icy blue that could pierce your soul, locked with mine, "You'd have to kill me."
And it was such a declaration, such a promise that it was almost too much and I pulled her forward, catching her lips in a heart-wrenching kiss that she returned instantly, passionately. She made my head spin…Made my heart race.
Parting only slightly, Alicia hummed in content, hooded eyes levelling with mine, no longer that icy blue. "I am sorry though." She said earnestly, thumb brushing against my cheek, "For everything. It doesn't make up for what I've done – but I promise I'll never hurt you again."
"I know." Was all I said, because I could see it – that promise in her eyes, that love and I believed her. Because I'd never seen her this open – this vulnerable – like she'd torn down all her walls for me.
She nodded, taking a breath and moving back slightly, she ripped the hem of her shirt. "Sorry," She said, gently securing the cloth around my still gaping wound, "This will have to do." She bit her lip, chewing it thoughtfully, "How does it feel?"
Frowning, I twitched my fingers – they moved, but only slightly, my arm was still numb, limp – the bullet had done more damage then I'd thought. "It's okay – I wont be able to move it for awhile."
Alicia frowned slightly, worry evident in her eyes, before she huffed suddenly. "Let's go." She mumbled, pushing herself up and stretching out a hand, I cocked an eyebrow at the sudden change. "You're bleeding. It's…distracting."
I chuckled, taking her hand, "Once this is all over, all you need to do is ask."
And I couldn't help but think – as she pulled me to my feet – that the smile she gave me was the most beautiful I'd ever seen.
I lunged, quickly. Plunging my fist into the closest Newborns chest – it ripped through with the crack of marble. A scream gurgled past his lips.
Spinning, the Newborns limp body slid down my arm – wide horrified eyes, pleaded with me. My finger twitched. A bullet ripped through his head, dead twice over before he'd hit the ground.
The rest of the Newborns snarled angrily. But it was too late – they'd hurt Alice – they weren't leaving here alive. And with a strike to the jaw, a bullet to the head, the next one fell…
Ducking under another, quickly – a sloppy right hook, aimed at my head – I thrust upwards, sending a round through its jaw, and a kick to its ribs, the force echoed with a crack. The Newborn folded in on itself, hitting the nearest tree and slumping lifelessly to the ground.
Alice, next to me, took down two of her own, with graceful ease – decapitating one after the other.
The rest went down with a bloody vengeance – taking them out as painfully as I could muster. Their corpse's hitting the ground with sloppy thuds that made me smirk
And it wasn't until the last Newborn – wide eyes and teeth bared – hit the ground, that I let my emotions back, spinning around to close the distance between Alice and I.
"Are you alright?" I asked, that worry clutching my chest – as I traced the thankfully shallow wound on her arm.
Alice smiled slightly, her hand reaching out to keep mine in place, "I'm good, thank you, Bella."
I only nodded, hand slipping reluctantly from hers to rip the arm of my shirt. "Hunter wounds," I said, "Take longer to heal – because the weapon is forged to kill, it's like poison." Bringing up the red piece of cloth, I wrapped it securely around the wound. "There."
Alice smiled, almost shyly, touching the red fabric. I blinked at the rare look of bashfulness, and noticed that I liked it.
"I like it." Alice hummed, picking up my hand, "Now, come on. We need to go."
My lips twitched with relief, she really was okay. Her hand tugged me forward, and I followed her lead. I'd always follow her.
'Mother!' I called, urgently.
'Mid!' Mothers voice was an instant reply, voice relieved. I frowned, she'd been worried, 'You alright?'
I hated making her worry. 'I'm fine.' Now, however, wasn't the time, 'But you need to get to the castle, now.' My eyes flicked around the corner and I felt bile rise, felt my fists clench.
Marcus, was lying on the floor, dull lifeless eyes stared up at the castle ceiling – a gaping hole in his chest and his heart on the floor. Marcus, was dead…
Arms slipped round my waist, gently pulling me back, holding me close and I relaxed into the embrace. 'I'm sorry.' Came the sincere whisper next to my ear.
But my eyes never left Marcus's limp body.
'We're on our way.' Mother said – her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, I could hardly keep up with.
I took a quite breath. Alicia pulled me closer, lips brushing along my neck – comforting me. 'Come in the back.' I said, twining my fingers with Alicia's. 'Two Newborns have Caius and Chase has Aro under Hunter blade.'
Mother was quiet for a moment. I knew she'd caught it, knew she realized why I'd left Marcus name out. 'At the back now. Catch the knife.'
She was angry. We hadn't thought anyone would breech the Castle. Hadn't thought anyone could take out one of the Royals.
I turned my head, catching Alicia's eyes. 'On three.' I mouthed. She nodded, hands slipping from around my waist.
'On three then.'
I flicked my eyes to Alice, inclining my head forward. 'Two holding, Caius.' I mouthed, 'On three.' Alice nodded in understanding, stooping lower.
I stuffed my gun into the back pocket of my jeans. This needed to be quick – precise. I couldn't afford to be too slow, too careless…
I couldn't afford to fail…Not again…
I was well aware that Midnight had left out mention of Marcus. Aware that it could only mean one thing, Chase, had killed him. Murdered him.
White-hot rage shot through me at the thought. The knowledge that I'd failed someone I called a Father. Again…
I grit my teeth. Chase would pay. He would pay dearly…
I'd make sure of it.
I could hear the quiet breathing of Aro and Chase – of Caius and the Newborns, could feel Alicia beside me, waiting.
"You'll tell your Army to stand down." Chase growled into Aro's ear, voice smug – cocky. I tried to control my breathing.
Aro only glared in defiance.
I leapt forward as Bella growled, 'Now!' The Newborns and Caius in my sights. I closed the distance quickly – hands reaching to crack the neck of the first. The thunderous echo caused the second to jump – shock flashing behind crimson eyes.
The first Newborns grip on Caius loosened, I shifted, pulling Caius around me – from the clutches from the second, he stumbled slightly and using the momentum I struck out at the second Newborn.
He hissed in blind pain, knees buckling. I stepped forward, delivering a devastating kick to his jaw. His neck cracked sideways with a loud boom and he slumped to the floor.
I turned at the breathy voice. Furious crimson softened slightly, lips parted in a soft relived sigh, "You're okay." And I could see the worry lifting from tense shoulders.
It made me dizzy, seeing that blatant worry behind her eyes directed at me. Seeing how much she cared.
"I'm fine." I nodded. Letting myself breathe at the sight of both Midnight and Bella – safe and alive - looming over an injured Chase. "So is, Caius."
"Mid?" Bella then asked, eyes flicking to survey her Daughter.
"Alright." She shrugged, wincing slightly at the movement. Bella tensed at the slight grimace in her Daughters face, worry colouring her eyes. "All things considered." Midnight continued, ignoring the look.
My own chest clenched, worry creeping into me, at the pained look Midnight tried to hide behind a strong façade. The idea, of anyone hurting her – made me furious, that anyone would dare touch her…
But Chase laughed suddenly, shattering thoughts and worries, grunting in pain as he pushed himself up. Bella's eyes turned hard - turned dark, as they snapped to him – I'd never seen her look so furious.
Midnight's scythe was at his throat in an instant. Own violet eyes flashing with darkness, I'd never seen before. The look rivalling her Mothers.
And suddenly I knew that this – these two – before me now, weren't Bella and Midnight, not the Bella and Midnight I'd come to know, but the Volturi Royals, Daughters of a Vampire dynasty – cold killers, feared assassins – whom had murdered hundreds of their own kind…
Chase only grinned, "I thought so." He snickered, eyes flicking over Midnight, "Oblivion suits you."
Oblivion? I frowned, following his line of sight to the Weapon in her hand.
"O-oblivion…" Midnights eyes widened instantly – darkness slipping – "How did you…?"
Suddenly, movement, Chase's eyes widened in shock before his head whipped forward, hitting the castle floor hard – with a thunderous crack of marble. And Alicia, stepped forward, stepped from the shadows, hand reaching out to steady Midnight.
I blinked, startled. I hadn't seen her before this. From the twitch of shock in Bella's eyes, she too hadn't seen the girl.
Chase didn't even spare her a glance. "It was your, Mothers."
Her Mothers. I barely suppressed a twitch. Had that meant, once upon a time, Chase had known Midnights Mother – her birth Mother.
I couldn't read Bella's expression. Face and eyes unreadable suddenly. Midnight's grip on her scythe slipped.
"Oblivion, is passed down the Rinsworth Family line, to the eldest girl."
Bella's eyes snapped wide. Twitching. Eye glowing. "My, Sister…" Midnight breathed.
S-sister? Midnight, had a Sister?
Alicia bristled, pulling Midnight back into her suddenly – arm wrapping securely around her waist, the other, resting on top of Midnights – keeping her grip on the Scythe.
The presence seemed to spark something because she shook her head suddenly, "No." Midnight breathed, her eyes blinking back into focus, "I don't want to hear it."
Chase's eyes narrowed, surprise flashing through them, "You don't want to know about the Parents who brought you into this world?"
"If I did," Midnight's voice was suddenly dull, that darkness creeping back, "I wouldn't have killed my, Brother."
Chases mouth flopped open, moving silently at the information. Bella, fist clenched and shaking, stepped forward, placing a hand on her Daughters shoulder.
Alicia, without a word, let go, and stepped back.
"Princess!" A voice boomed. Turning my head, I noticed Felix striding towards us, his expression solemn, quietly questioning.
"Alice." Bella said, gently pushing Midnight towards me – she stumbled only slightly, and I moved forwards, hands reaching out to catch her. She sunk into me and I couldn't help the smile that flittered across my face as she did.
"Mid." I smiled.
"Hey, Alice." She sighed, giving me a crooked smile.
This wonderful girl…
From the shadows, I saw Alicia smile, her eyes only for Midnight.
Chase, hissed in pain as Bella hauled him up by the scruff of his hair, throwing him in the direction of Felix. He skidded to a stop in front of the warrior. "Let Jane at him."
Felix nodded, a dark smirk playing on his face as he wordlessly dragged him from the room. Though that smile never left Chases' face…
Bella then turned her attention to Aro, "Is he?" She asked, her voice quieter then I'd ever heard it – daring to be hopeful.
Aro only nodded solemnly. Bella let out a shaky breath, eyes closing briefly, "Call a meeting." She ordered, before turning to Midnight – eyes soft, "You two stay here, while I clean up this mess. Make sure you get that looked at, Mid."
"I'll take her to see, Carlisle."
Bella nodded, "Thank you."
"Princess." Alicia's voice broke through the silence. Bella frowned, cocking an eyebrow in question. I too frowned, after everything she'd done to Midnight, what was she doing here?
"If you permit it, I'll help you – the remaining Newborns will listen to me willingly, more so then they will you."
Bella's eyes narrowed, "I never said anything about them being willing."
Alicia ducked her head, "Of course. I just thought I could be of some use." She shrugged, "If not, I'll follow, Chase."
Bella looked slightly impressed at the fearless declaration. The willingness of punishment.
Midnight stiffened in my arms, "Alicia."
Alicia only smiled, "I never interned to use your standing to get out of punishment, Midnight."
Midnight just sighed, like she'd already known. Nodding in reluctance.
"You'll come with me." Bella said. Alicia blinked in surprise. "You'll be questioned in trial – but for now, you'll come with me."
I smiled at the chance Bella was giving her – for the sake of her Daughter. "Be careful." I hummed only slightly worried. With Bella's power back, it would be easy for the to round up the remanning Newborns.
Bella just gave me a small smile, brushing her lips across my cheek as she wordlessly walked by.
My body tingled at the contact.
OKAY! So! I know it's been so long.
I actually rewrote this chapter three times... I didn't forget about all you lovely people whom have been asking for me to continue. I promise. I shall reply to each and everyone of you.
AND, I hope it's turned out okay. I had so much trouble with it.
I have been taking some poetic licence.
Yes, Newborns have blood. According to Wiki, my wonderful friend, they still have blood left before the Venom fully takes over.
And I like the idea of that.
And yes, Midnight has blood too. Her heart still beats - though it's slow, so therefor she would still have blood.
Though, it's never a problem for Vampires unless she bleeds in front of them - because she'd a Vampire, doy -so hence Alicia's reaction.
And if this seems chaotic. I wanted it to be. Its a battle. I wanted it to be all over the place, and switching POV's. Sorry.
But any questions, shoot, I shall answer.
And though I've said this a hundred times, you probably don't believe me, the next chap won't take so long.
I worked out how to end this, yes.
And I'm already half way through the next Chapter, I made sure to get a head start.
I love you all. And I'm so sorry! Hope you all read and review, because they still make me happy. And I shall stop rambling.