Heyo people! I was going through my backpack for school and found this story still in there. Since I wrote this during school and all... So I decided to update this! Yay...

Disclaimer: MeLlYiSaWeSoMe doesn't own Twilight.

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Chapter 3:

I woke up panting and hurting all over. I knew something like this would happen. Blake probably did it on purpose. He got hurt knowing I would feel it. That's the problem between Blake and me. If one gets hurt, the same thing happens to the other. We've both been trying to find spells that could get rid of this curse. So I looked down and lifted my shirt to see small burises forming and a large cut that was in the shape of an 'X' right above my belly button. I was pretty sure that all the vampires could smell the blood. I got up from the bed as easily as possible with the cut and walked over to the door of the bathroom. I opened the door and walked in to see a black and white bathroom. I turned the sink on and grabbed a towel off a rack to get wet. Then I gently dabbed at the cut and let me tell you, it hurt like hell. I looked in the mirror and saw a dark purple bruise right on my cheek. So after wiping most of the blood, I tried looking through the cabinents and found some of the bandage wrap. I was starting to wrap it around my stomach, where the cut was, and heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Just a minute," I called out, starting to wrap it faster, although that only made it hurt more. I was too distracted by the pain that I didn't notice the door open or someone walk in. My ninja skills suck. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Alec was standing at the doorway.

"What happened?" he asked, although his voice was anything but worried or concerned.

"Nothing. It doesn't matter," I said, starting to wrap it, though it was getting hard without hurting myself. I saw Alec roll his eyes from the corner of my eye and the next thing I knew, he took the wrapping from me. His hands were ice cold when they came in contact with my skin. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he began to wrap the bandage wrap around my middle section.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked. Seriously, he was glaring at me earlieer and now he's helping?

"The faster this is done, the faster we may go to Aro," Alec said. Wow, I just noticed that he was formal. So then there was this awkward silence hanging in the air. I swear, I don't get that one either; silence doesn't hang, if anything it floats. Finally, he finished wrapping and started wakling over to the bedroom door.

"Come, Aro wishes to speek with you," he said before walking out of the room. I looked down at my blood stained blut tank top and my jean shorts and shrugged. Although, when I looked at my arms, I could see the faint, silver scar tatoos. Crap. These tattoos were of ancient symbols and I got them when I was little. They are what makes the curse work. Blake also has the scars on him. So then I walked out in the hall. Ah, he waited for me! Alec started walking with his long legs and I had to power walk to keep up. Curses, this was probably the most excersise I've gotten in a week. Finally, we reached the giant steroid doors and Alec opened them with his vampire strength. There was still the same amount of people inside as there was when I was in here yesterday. They were all staring at me as I walked inside. Aro was staring at me intently.

"May I have your hand?" Aro asked politely from his throne/chair. I heaved a sigh and walked all the way up to his throne and place my hand in his. Whoa, this is just too much work, walking all over the place. I feel dirty again, thanks for mind raping me. A few minutes later, Aro let go of my hand and stared at me. The suddenly, it felt as though I couldn't breathe. My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. Blake was being choked and now so was I. I could feel the bruises beginning to form.

"Alexia," Aro said, and I swear I heard a hint of worry. I reached into the pocket of my shorts and pulled out my necklace. It was gold and had a special charm on it. It was a witch necklace that took away powers and helped ward off spells. In this situation, I was hoping it would help stop Blake. I brought the charm to my lips and started whispering. The things I were whispering were in an ancient language. Usually with charms, you have to say certain things. Finally, after hyperventalating and not breathing for 2 minutes, the choking stopped. I slumped to my knees and tried to get my breathing under control. I looked up and saw everyone staring at me. Has anyone ever told them it's rude to stare?

"He was choking himself," Aro said knowingly. If you already know why say it?

"Yeah," I said, looking at the ground.

"What does this mean?" Aro questioned.

"That he's getting closer," I answered, finally looking up at him. The closer he gets, the more he tries to hurt me. By hurting me, he gets more of an advantage when he comes to kill me. Not that he'll suceed in killing me or anything.

"Hmm...we will be prepared," Aro said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, you better be, not that I need protection or anything..." I trailed off. Aro smiled at that. Yeah, I'm just that funny, I make vampires laugh.

"Felix, I would like you to go to the hotel in which Alex stayed at and bring her suitcase back," Aro ordered. Felix nodded his head respectfully and started making his way to the steroid doors.

"Hey, um...be careful with the suitcase," I call out. Felix sent me a confused stare. "Oh, I may have brought a few things like...a stapler or two," I muttered the last part but they heard me with their super hearing.

"Why would you have a stapler?" Felix asked.

"Because it really hurts to get stapled and you never know what kind of weirdos are in Italy," I said like it was obvious. It was, I mean, hello this is a foreign country, you can never be too cautious. My answer received some odd stares. They probably never thought I'd be so smart. Felix then left to get my staplers. Yes, get my stapler! I shall use it for I am it's humble servant! RAWR! Hehe, Shrek. Suddenly, I started staring at Aro because this one quote was in my head. Aro must have caught me staring.

"What is it, dear Alex?" O.k, because he said that, I have to do it.

"I love you daddy," I said, doing my best impression of that fat kid in Shrek the 3: Happily Never After. After I said said that, I busted out laughing. Oh crap, that hurt my injured tummy.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Is it just me or is he the only one that talks?

"No, I am not," I said in monotone. Some people say I'm bi-polor. A few minutes later, Felix came back, although he was also carrying something like a dog carrier. Oh crap, I know what's in there.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." I cried, jumping and running behind aro's throne, jumping and landing on my side. "Get the carrier out of here," I said in a whisper.

"Alex, are you alright?" Aro asked.

"Not until you get it out of here," I hissed but I guess I was too loud since there was growling. I peeked from over the throne and saw the carrier shaking in Felix's hand. Then suddenly, the cage door was ripped open. A tan blur shot out of the carrier and there he stood. The demon, the Devil, Doodle. With a wail, I shot up and started running. Some people would find this strange: a teenage girl running from a chuwawah, but Doodle is an exception, he's evil. So I was running all over with my arms in the air and crying.

"Bad Doodle," I cried. That only made him run faster. Doodle had issues; his head was way too big, he would twitch, and he had large, black eyes that were souless. The sad part is, I don't even know why he hates me. I looked over and saw most of the vampires looking with amusement, I thing I even saw Caius have a hint of amusement shine in his read eyes. Doodle jumped and landed on my back, sending me crashing to the ground, hurting the hell outta my stomach. By now I was doing a mix of screaming and crying. I kicked him and sent him flying over by the vampires. That's another thing wrong about Doodle; he never dies! err...I mean, gets injured. So because of that, he just jumped right back up. I ran over to the carrier he was in and held it up. When Doodle jumped at me again, I held the carrier right in front of my stomach and Doodle went crashing right into it. I quickly turned it and locked the door to it.

"Revenge," I said in a whisper before shaking the carrier. Some might think of this as animal abuse, but I'm not one of those people. He attacked me first, that't human abuse. So now all you could here were growls again. "You're locked in a cage and here I am, outside of the cage. Can't get me now, can you? You're lucky I don't know where a basement is," I said quietly to Doodles. Kind of like Larry and Dexter from Night at the Museum.

"Uh, I think it's her nap time," Felix said to Demetri.

"It's yo mama's nap time," I said in my gangster voice.

"That's nice," he said back, uneffected.

"I'm a gangster yo, I'm a straight up G, the gangster life is the life for me. In my pocket is a knife, in my hand is a gun. I shot a guy once cause he looked at me wrong. And now I'm finished with this song so I'm leaving cause this is done," I sung. Okay, confession time, I made that last sentence. I then turned and started walking away.

"What about the dog?" Felix asked.

"Lock him up, I don't know," I said, waving my hand without turning my head. I left the feeding/conference room-had to name it- and started walking in the direction I thought my room was in. Notice, I said thought. Turns out, I found the library instead. So I walked in and was really surprised. There were hundreds of books on bookcases and shelves. In one part of the room, there was a fireplace with chairs and a sofa around it. I walked over to a bookshelf and saw the title of one book. 'The Early Covens.' I opened it to a random page and saw it was written in like a journal. I read some of the page and felt my eyes widen. This wasn't a vampire book, it was a witch's. I made my way over to one of the comfy looking chairs by the fireplace. My legs were brought up to the chair with the book resting on my knees. I turned to the first page and started reading.

'October, 1620

London, England

I know that something terrible is going to happen. I can feel it inside me; the power. Some of us feel this is a gift, others a curse. I myself haven't decided what to bring of this. There is sickness that can be cured but there is death that can be brought. My eldest sister has been shipped to Ireland by the Coven. They say that she is the one who will bring our two covens together. There have been murders here in London. Nobody knows who could be behind this grotesque crime. Some feel it is but a mere coincidence that the victims were witches and warlocks. Others fear that it is something bigger. We do not know for sure.

Henry Wilston'

Oh my god. These are journal entries written by a warlock. These entries tell how history happened. Suddenly I saw two arms clad in a black dress shirt move so they were on either side of me. I looked up into a pair of bright red eyes that belonged to Alec.

"You shouldn't be here without permission. Get to your room now," he said quietly but I heard anger in it. What the hell was he mad about? I didn't do anything wrong. He moved his arms and I got up. I was heading over to where I found the book when he talked again. "Take it with you." I turned to look at him and saw he was staring into the fire in the fireplace. I walked to the door and left, wanting to just get out of there.

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