I had this idea for a fanfiction and I knew that you guys out there would love it. So here it is a LeahxMarcus story. To understand certain things you might have to read some of my other fic: Why Edward Hates Blondes, but don't worry, this story doesn't spoil anything from that fic. This is an AU continuation of that story, so the endings won't be the same regardless. With that. We begin.

Once upon a broken heart
I was walking alone in the dark
Looking for a way to start again
What I wouldn't give for a friend ~ Beau Sisters: Once Upon a Broken Heart

Healing Broken Hearts

Six years after Breaking Dawn

If someone told me a year ago that I would be living with the Volturi, in Italy and friends with a vampire and the half-breed Cullen brat, that someone would have gotten mauled instantly.

However, as luck would have it, here I am in the tower with a bunch of bloodsuckers and somehow not losing my mind.

It all started last year, when Magdalena "Vanessa" Goldstein arrived at the Cullen household to be a teacher to Renesmee on the orders of Aro, the Volturi leader and her lover. Vanessa was an old friend of Blondie so the transition went pretty smoothly.

During that year Vanessa and the Cullen kid became thick as thieves. So close that at after their teaching had finished Renesmee begged her parents to let her go stay with Vanessa in Italy, for a year.

They, of course, couldn't resist their daughter's tearing brown eyes and packed her backs for Italy with a heavy heart.

How did I fit into the mix?

Vanessa and I sort of had this silent respect for one another. She didn't take crap. I didn't take crap. She would refer to me as a Native American instead of an Indian. I called her a Jewess instead of a Jew.

So when she was flying back to Volterra, she offered me a choice. To come with her and escape all the shifter imprinting crap or stay and deal with it.

I think you can tell which one I picked.

It wasn't that I hated the shifters. It was just that one by one they all began to imprint and find their magical soul mates. I was still alone and barren. I would hear their thoughts about how much they loved Renesmee or Jasmine or whoever and slowly it was eating away at me. Knowing that I wasn't a good enough woman to have that kind of love was killing me.

So I traded in fur for fangs.

I'd like to complain and say that I hated it, but to be honest; beyond the genetic hatred my species bore for them there was no other animosity towards them. Of course being around them meant I was always going to be a shifter, but slowly, I was accepting the fact that this is who I am. I could never, ever shift again, but I would still have it inside of my blood.

However, there was one thing about being here that left me uneasy.

That was Marcus.

From the moment we had been introduced there was something about him that was similar to me. There was something about that "bored" look in his eyes that I recognized. The pain was just so familiar.

A few weeks later I knew what it was.

Heartbreak.

Vanessa told me the story of how Marcus's wife had been killed and how since that day he had just shut himself down emotionally. At that moment, I realized that even a bloodsucker could have their heartbroken.

It was also in that moment that Marcus became very interesting to me.

As I spent time living with the Volturi, I began to wonder about the vampire whose heart was broken. Could he heal?

This begins my very...very long oneshot story.