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But It's Better If You Do

Chapter One: The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage


For I know that after my death ye will utterly corrupt yourselves, and turn aside from the way which I have commanded you; and evil will befall you in the latter days; because ye will do evil in the sight of the LORD, to provoke him to anger through the work of your hands. – Deuteronomy 31:29


Death was an odd thing. It's the invisible shadow hanging around people, constantly hovering until the moment it's time for them to be taken to the underworld. The strings of life cut and all life will vanish and the time of judgment will come for what reward or punishment awaited them in the afterlife.

Death for a vampire, however, was a different thing altogether.

Among the many ways to kill a vampire, a bullet through the head was the surest way to do so. There were blood stains left on the marble floors, the red liquid permitting the scent of death itself. Dark red almost black, a sharp contrast to the marble that gleamed white, the mangled corpse thrown haphazardly on it like a rag doll. The look of utter surprise on Marcus Caliva's normally nonchalant face gave anyone who saw it goosebumps.

But that was not what led Aro and Caius Caliva to believe that the Cullens were the fools to commit the heinous crime.

It was that 'C' engraved into his chest the 'C' that could only belong to the Cullens, so crudely cut into the pale flesh as if mocking them, challenging them to get angry at the defamation of a powerful vampire's body. Yet that wasn't what aggravated the two brothers the most.

It was the Cullen crest painted on the wall with their brother's blood, confirming who the murderers of their brother were. Such atrocities could only be met with rage, rage so grand it could belong to a dragon.

And it was a known fact that all dragons fulfill their rage by kidnapping a princess.


Alec Caliva was having a bad day.

He was given direct orders by Caius himself to pay a visit to the La Morte Dolce and inform their business associates, Emmett and Heidi about the recent dead of their brother and expecting a full report on it, the perpetually enraged blonde informed him sneering, as he continued to assess the people surrounding them.

"Understood, anything else, Uncle?"

"Nothing, I am going to my office," Caius's voice held more scorn than usual as he stalked away, leaving Alec and Aro in the scene.

Alec turned to the dark-haired man. "What about you father?"

Aro looked at the area where Marcus's dead body used to lay, to any stranger he would look calm almost monotonous but Alec could see by the fire in his crimson eyes that he was far from such. "I'm having the body autopsied just in case we have overlooked something. We all know what a gunshot in the head is and they have carved his body with their initial. And we all know that's Marcus's blood used to make that lovely picture of the Cullen's crest. What else do you need to know?"

When Alec didn't answer, Aro continued his voice sharp as Alec's dagger collection. "We all know about my brother, your disowned Uncle Carlisle, don't we? Selfish bastard can't share or even start a family here. Of course, he would want his own things, but Mother never noticed that did she? Maybe it was his blonde hair and angelic blue eyes that won her over, but I know the truth. And that is that the man who everyone is fooled by, is a monster, a killer, and not worthy of being head of the Caliva family. So when he left…."

Alec let Aro ramble on for a while, before interrupting, "I'm off, Father." He said such words with such finality and force, that Aro was even surprised.

But that was Alec, a hurricane of unpredictable emotions that where expressed in his coldness.


Heidi and Emmett weren't surprised to say the least.

They were feeling remorse, and sadness of the death of a man they considered family, but if remorse comes from a business deal then it was considered tragic. Alec knew about the investments Marcus put in to help Heidi and Emmett create this club when it was handed down to Heidi from a man she considered a father passed away.

So when Heidi started to cry all of a sudden, Alec was surprised.

Emmett only held her in his muscular arms, murmuring gentle words in her ear, soothing her out of her despair. Her eyes were bloodshot and tears were streaking down her pale face, and it wasn't normal. Heidi didn't cry for death. None of them did. Why should they?

They weren't the Cullens whose family values of fake tears just to look good to the public. The Calivas' opted for silent mourning and days of wearing black. Those where quiet days when silence speaks more than the sobbing that occurs in midnight.


It has been two hours and Heidi was alright now.

The willowy brunette had regained her composure and was now sitting quietly, listening to Alec speak words of suspicion, hatred, and blood. Her thin hand was still clasped with her husband's for comfort or affection he did not know.

"There was a 'C' carved on his chest, and his blood was used to make a painting of the Cullen crest on our wall." Alec drawled out, drumming his fingers on the table. "Can you go into more detail, Alec?" Emmett requested, and Alec narrowed his eyes at the larger man.

"I thought it would be obvious if I stated his death and the bloody traces of it. We think the Cullens have done something, judging by the clues we were hoping that you could find something about it." His voice was icy, no traces of warmth in his voice.

In a blur, the door opened and closed with a loud slam. The couple sitting on the couch only blinked in surprise.


Not even bothering to give the couple a chance to reply or argue with the demands, Alec left the spacious private backroom of the club. With an effortless grace he strode down the steps and into the crush of people on the dance floor.

All around him people danced along to the music with their masks, twirling and laughing without a care. The whispering voice of the singer echoed out in the room as the others danced around her on stage in a slow and inhumanly sensual manner. Alec merely stood there on the side of the club, letting the music enter his soul and match his heartbeat.

La Morte Dolce.

The Sweet Death.


I really don't know what to say in this Author's Note. At first this story was a joke. Alec in a mafia? It was a little joke we had together, Seph Meadowes and I, Arisu Rin. Somehow, due to the planets aligning in a weird order, the cosmic waves led us to write this story...I really don't know what I just said.

In case you are wondering if it really is us, I don't know how we can show you proof. Unless you count the fusing of our writing styles proof. I wrote the chapter and sort of came up with some ideas (such as the death of Marcus (R.I.P)), she made it WAY BETTER. I'm a honest person, okay maybe I'm not that honest, but who cares?

Song of the chapter: The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage by Panic At The Disco.

The song of the story is the title, But It's Better When You Do by Panic At The Disco.

If you read Road To Hell, my Alec story, I bet you are getting tired of seeing all that Panic as my songs. Or maybe you are ignoring my author's note. I really don't care as long as you review, because this wouldn't have been written without you all. Or maybe it would. Or maybe...I don't know. I still think it was the planets aligning in that weird order that comes only once in a blue moon.

Because I have a bad habit of always writing everything I think in my Author's Notes I'll stop now. Seph is probably going to upload the next chapter, so don't worry about it.

-Arisu Rin

-Babydoll and Pet

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