Saria: So, I haven't been getting many of reviews for the story, and I really wasn't expecting as much as I've gotten anyway simply because of the fact that it's a BreeXJasper story, and not many people are into this crack pairing, but the reviews I've gotten so far are so awesomely amazing that I feel I actually have the motivation to continue this fic and follow it through to the end instead of it just being a passing thought that eventually perishes and is discontinued. Thank you sooooo much my lovely people for your amazing words of encouragement! I apologize for the delay, but I was M.I.A. for a while due to my amazing trip to the Southeast Alaska High School Music Festival and then my laptop literaly died...
TIME SKIP! Lawl
ISABELLA MARIE SWAN
AND
EDWARD ANTHONY MASEN CULLEN
TOGETHER WITH THEIR FAMILIES
REQUEST THE HONOR OF YOUR PRESENCE
AT THE CELEBRATION OF THEIR MARRIAGE
SATURDAY, THE THIRTEENTH OF AUGUST
TWO THOUSAND AND ELEVEN
FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE EVENING
420 WOODCROFT AVE
FORKS, WA
CHILDHOOD IS NOT FROM BIRTH TO A CERTAIN AGE AND AT A CERTAIN AGE
THE CHILD IS GROWN, AND PUTS AWAY CHILDISH THINGS.
CHILDHOOD IS THE KINGDOM WHERE NOBODY DIES
-EDNA St. VINCENT MILLAY
"I think the quote at the end of the card is kind of cliche." It's not like it matters, I think to myself as I toss the glossy invitation onto the dash. Alice isn't one to sway from her final word.
Even if her word is a straight up dirty lie, not like I could convince anyone except maybe Rosalie and possibly Edward of that.
As I sat waiting in the passenger seat for one of the three traffic lights in the small town of Forks to turn green, I happened to peek to the right. In her minivan, a thin human sat with her entire torso turned in my direction. I flinched, expecting to smell the scent that was supposed to accompany humans but was relieved when none hit me.
The closed windows of the vehicle I sat in were so thick and darkly tinted that the woman probably had absolutely no idea that I was in in here, let alone that I was salivating over the idea of her warm blood pumping out of her throat and down mine. I tried to take comfort in the fact that I was able to hold back a bit. She was, after all, just staring at the car.
Bella's car. Groan.
"I think so too, but Alice is not one to be easily persuaded." Rosalie sat next to me in the drivers seat. with her blond locks cascading down her back and sticking to the legitimate leather head-rest behind her. Her hands were placed loosely over the steering wheel, and her manicured nails shone in the sunlight, screened by the overcast skies. Rosalie had kind of become my best friend slash mentor in the short time I had spent with the Cullens so far, even with being busied by all of the wedding planning she'd been involved in doing with Alice. Rosalie had been the only one who stuck behind me and defended me after the incident.
The light finally turned from red to green. She tapped the gas pedal, and the car shot foreward.
Our goal was to reach the gas station.
"Why do we have to do this, again?" I whined, letting my head fall back.
"Careful," Rosalie warned when she heard the leather cry in protest to the force from my head. I had yet to figure out how to control my strength subconsciously. Even if most of the time I was okay, I still broke things alot. "We have to do this because Bella refuses to be seen in the thing and she's running on vapors. I personally can't believe she has let her car get to this state in the first place."
I wouldn't want to be seen in this thing either, I mumbled internally. It's a monster.
"Besides, I figured you would do well to get out of the house. You seemed to be getting a bit claustrophobic in the room of yours." She was right. I'd spent the last month settling into my room, arranging it, then rearranging it six-hundred and thirty-four million, ten-thousand nine-hundred and seventy-two times. Yes, I counted. I was trying to distract myself from the scents of the many humans trafficing the house for wedding prep purposes. Alice had them all called in to make sure everything seemed normal enough. I personally think that it was her goal to torture me. She wanted me to slip up and fall off the wagon. It wasn't enough that she shattered any trust that I'd gained from being a good little newborn. Even though Edward tried to tell them that my thoughts were completely innocent, Alice could see the future. She seemed to have convinced most everyone that I was constantly planning to corner Bella in a dark alley and drink her dry, not that the idea didn't appeal to me. It's just that staying alive seemed even more appealing. Even if he knew I wasn't planning on it, Edward would kill me if I even thought of taking a sip from his fiance.
Rosalie pulled into the gas station, a busted up old place with a tin roof that's sat oxidizing for the past half a century, and slid smoothly into a tight space. Only a vampire could parallel park that well. No, correction, only she could parallel park that well.
Moving as if she had all the time in the world, Rosalie flipped opened the hatch, twisted the cap off, scanned her card, and slid the nozzle into the tank, taking up to a whole minute to do so. It didn't help that the numbers on the gauge slid by at an obnoxiously slow pace. They ticked by sluggishly, almost as if they were doing it to annoy me.
I was glad that the smell of gasoline surrounded me as I watched two greasy looking men sauntered over from their fancy SUV with brand-new (looking) kayaks tied precariously to the top. Neither of then noticed me; their eyes were trained on Rosalie and the vehicle I sat in.
Personally I didn't understand some peoples fascination with cars. I was glad I could finally distinguish between the symbols for Toyoda, Ford and Chevy, even if it was only due to my perfect vampire memory. This car was glossy black, sleek, and pretty, but still it was just a car to me, as easily broken as Edwards newly replaced volvo.
"Um, miss?"
Miss? That didn't match Rosalie at all.
One of the men glanced over to me as the words sputtered through his lips.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but could you tell me what kind of car you're driving." Oh, I get it now. I'm the less pretty of the two, so they think that I know more about the car than Rose. Boy, were they wrong.
"Mercedes?" I was pretty sure that's what the brand was.
"Yes," The man said politely while his shorter friend rolled his eyes at my answer. At least he was a polite greasy man, the shorter one however, I'd like to bite his head off just for being so obviously rude. It's a good thing I couldn't smell him because of the pump. "I know, but I was wondering if it was the Mercedes Guardian?" Yup, this guy is going to get along well with Rose.
"Yes, actually." Said person cut in, relieving me of the embarassment of saying anything else stupid.
"But, they aren't supposed to be available in Europe yet," The man whined. "let alone here."
Don't ask the question if you're gonna argue with the answer, man.
"And?" Rosalie almost seemed impatient with the men.
"Do you mind if I take a picture with it?"
Rosalie glanced at me when she heard the question, and it took me a millisecond to process that she was asking if I could handle it. I nodded inperceptively.
"Fine, but don't smudge it." She swiftly put away the nozzle and crept into the front seat to hide with me while the enthusiast dug a huge camera out of his camera. He and his friend took turns posing by the hood, and then they went to take pictures at the back end. The childishness of it almost made me chuckle and I was reminded of the quote at the end of the lusterous wedding invitation still of the dash of the car.
"This is stupid," I muttered to myself.
Rose nodded, but I knew she knew I was glad she had gotten me out of the house, under the condition I didn't step one foot out of the car. She could see that I was one step away from tearing down the house in frustration and of course Jasper-
I stopped that thought cold, refusing to let it come to a conclusion, for fear I would ruin Bella's pretty new car. Instead, I listened to the men's voices outside, muted only slightly by the car walls.
"Yeah, they went at it with a flamethrower in the online video. Didn't even pucker the paint."
"Of course not. You could roll a tank over this baby. Not much of a market for one over here. Designed for Middle East diplomats, arms dealers, and drug lords mostly."
"You think they're something?" The short one asked in a softer voice. I gnashed my teeth, offended.
"Huh," the tall one said. "Maybe. Can't imagine what you'd need missile-proof glass and four thousand pounds of body armor for around here. They must be heading somewhere more hazardous."
Body armor. Four-thousand pounds of body armor. and missile-proof glass? Nice. Now I understand why Bella didn't want to be seen in this. Edward might as well stick her in a plastic bubble for the rest of her human life. Because obviously she's so fragilely human, so accident-prone, so much a victim to her own dangerous bad luck, apparently she needed a tank-resistant car to keep her safe. It's not like she hangs out with the worlds most dangerous creatures or anything. Way to be over-protective of your pet, Eddy-boy.
Or maybe, I thought to myself. He's just worried about her. This can't have been the first time he's gone a bit overboard to protect her.
I sighed quietly, hoping Rosalie took it for boredom. I wondered if Diego would have done the same thing for me had I been human, or would he have just killed me as soon as he caught my scent like I had done with so many humans before.
At least after the wedding Bella will be virtually indestructable, unless there was a black hole. Could a black hole destroy a vampire?
"Hey," The tall man, the polite one, called. His hands were cupped on the glass of my window in an effort to peer in. So much for not smudging the car. The oils from his fingers smeared onto the glass, and I could see the small veins of his fingeres pumping threateningly close to my mouth. "We're done now. Thanks alot."
"You're welcome," I called back, and then tensed as I registered the strangled mewl that escaped with those words.
Rose saved me, by starting the engine and ever-so-gently easing the gas pedal down.
I'd only ever driven down this road once when Carlisle took me on a tour of the small town, and just like the time before, I saw the rain faded flyers superimposed on the dreary, grey background. Each one of them, stapled to telephone poles and over street signs, showed a muscular quileute boy from the reservation down on La Push.
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY?
The poster's said his name was Jacob. Apparently he'd disappeared soon after I arrived and after the new born battle. I almost wondered if one of my old coven-mates escaped and attacked him. The Cullens told me they didn't know anything about him and not to worry, but to me It seemed like too much of a coincidence for to linger on it.
I stared out the window, thinking about whether or not the boy was in pain, or even if he was still alive. It didn't seem likely by now.
Suddenly, the thought of pain caused my mind to wander to Jasper. He was one of the reasons I needed to get out of the house. I'd hurt him, unintentionally of course. I fully blamed it on my being a newborn, though that didn't make me feel any less guilty.
I watched the rain through the tinted window, remembering the evening that it had happened.
It was after a particularly long day of wedding planning and Carlisle was talking to him in his study; the one with all of the paintings. I don't think that he quite realized I wasn't actually reading the book that Edward had so graciously loaned me. He had worriedly asked Jasper to check on how I was feeling to make sure I was getting settled into the house alright. Even with the mind reader and the future seer, the walls were so so thin, there really was no privacy. I couldn't not hear their whispered conversation down the hall.
I expected Jasper to come stomping into my room all military style with his spice-hay scent, and his honey blond hair waving around wildly in a way that I'd become so used to seeing in such a short time and ask me how I was doing, but I was thrown off when he didn't. He didn't even yell at me, or speak to me at all. Instead he replied that I was feeling fine.
That was when it all clicked. Jasper could read emotions. I wasn't sure how I figured it out. I just knew it meant one thing. He knew that I wasn't going to attack Bella that first day when Alice came busting in. He could feel I was in control. something about the fact that he chose to stand by set me off. He didn't defend me. He let me be persecuted falsly with out any good reason, other than probably not liking me very much.
It's safe to say I became thouroughly angry, and launched myself at him.
Even if he was three rooms away.
Carlisle had to replace those walls.
Jasper lost an arm that day, a feat that I'm actually a bit proud of, even if I was teared at by guilt afterward. It really was a newborn snap. I was perfectly fine one moment, and the next I was screaming at him, tearing at everything I could. He didn't even fight back, which was the shocking part, and when I saw the look on his face, I realized why. That's when the guilt set in. He knew the reason I was mad, and he let me take it out on him. All the threats to rip me to pieces and burn me to a crisp if I so much as stumbled out of line meant nothing at that moment, because he felt bad too.
I was sobbing when Emmett and Carlisle finally pulled me off. I really was. I wanted nothing more than to beg on my knees for forgiveness. I didn't mean to hurt him; he could have had perfectly valid reasons for doing what he did, like protecting his family. I was just upset.
I avoided Jasper after that, and he avoided me as well. It was made worse by the fact that I knew he was in the house. I could hear him moving around, hear him breathing, hear his slight accent whispered through the halls.
I was going insane.
And Rosalie let me escape by taking me on this simple errand. I don't think she even realized how close I was to just running off and going to find Fred.
The only other time I ever left the house was to hunt.
With Jasper.
I prefured not to talk about it.
"Rose?"
"Yes?" She didn't turn her golden eyes to me, the same golden that my own frighteningly red ones had began muddying down to, but I knew I had her full attention.
"Could I borrow your cell phone?" I was nervous to ask. I didn't want to break it or anything, but the curiousity was gnawing at my insides.
"Only if I get to know who you're calling."
"It's just Edward." And it was just Edward I was going to call. "Besides, you can listen in on our conversation, so it shouldn't matter."
"Fine." Rosalie whipped out her small touch screen phone and tossed it at me. I panicked when I caught it. I didn't want to crack the screen or anything. It seemed to be fine, but I handled it extra carefully just to be sure. I dailed the familiar number and stuck the electronic device to my ear. Edward answered a millisecond later, and I heard his voice over the crackling static. Of course my super hearing made phone conversations a bother, but this was the only way I could talk to him.
"Rose?" confusion etched his voice, and I could just imagine him with his brow all wrinkled.
"No, it's Bree." All he had to do was hear the first word to know it was me, but I felt the need to elaborate, a human habit that stuck with me. "Are you alone?"
"Actually yes, I'm out in the forest." Now that I focused on it, I could hear the faint trickling of a stream in the background.
"Hunting elk?"
"No, scenting out some mountain lions. Tonight is my 'bachelor party', remember?" I could hear him mentally put quotation marks around the offending words.
I nodded, smiling. Even a vampire could forget something I suppose. "Well, I was just wondering how he was doing."
"Ahhh, checking up again?" I knew Edward was teasing me, but I was legitimately worried. "He's fine, a bit peaved that you snuck up on him, which impressed me by the way. No one had ever one-uped Jasper, let alone got close enough to scar him" There was a pause. "and survived."
"Edward!" Rosalie yelled next to me.
"Sorry Rose." He chuckled on the other end. "Oh, gotta go. I'm meeting Bella before the hounds drag me away for the night." I smiled. Jasper and Emmett were pretty relentless on his bachelor party. It was surreal how normal this coven of vampires was. Going to highschool, having parents, a wedding.
I smiled a bit, hanging up before the dial tone could sound. I handed Rosalie's phone back to her. I wasn't quite as confident in my throwing abilities as she was with hers, and I would have probably ended up tossing it half way across the town had I even attempted to get it to her that way.
Rosalie and I drove in silence at the speed limit until we finally reached Bella's house. Rosalie and I waited in the car, having awkwardly interupted an intimate moment between Edward and Bella.
"You are my future." I heard Bella whisper from her bedroom, and for a moment, a dull ache spread throughout my body. She had someone to share her future with. My future was murdured in cold blood. But whenever I thought of Diego I remembered that there was that moment in the forest with-
"Now stop. No moping, or I'm calling yor brothers to come and get you. Maybe you need a bachelor party." I smiled a bit at this. Edward did seem a bit uptight.
"I'm sorry. I am moping, aren't I? Must be the nerves." See? Told you so.
"Are your feet cold?"
"Not in that sense. I've been waiting a century to marry you, Miss Swan. The wedding ceremony is the one thing I can't wait-" He broke off mid-thought. "Oh, for the love of all that is holy!"
I froze in the car. I was sure he already knew Rose and I were out here, but when I caught the scent of what had startled him, I wanted nothing more than to hide underneath the seat, and being the super strong vampire that I was, I could probably tear up the apholstery and do that, but I had a hunch that Edward probably wouldn't have liked that.
"What's wrong?" I heard the human girl whisper.
"You don't have to call my brothers." Edward confermed. "Apparently Emmett and Jasper are not going to let me bow out tonight."
He was right. Standing at the forest's edge were both Emmett and Jasper. They were staring up at the lit window with mischif written all over their faces. My breath hitched for a moment when Jaspers gaze flickered over to mine in the car, and I was once again struck with the dull ache. I figured I wanted to apologize for his arm, but now wasn't the time.
"Have fun," Bella whispered.
Next thing I knew, Emmett was clinging to the side Bella's window, deliberately scraping his steel nails across the glass to make a horrible, cover-your-ears, goose-bumps-down-your-spine noice. Even I shuddered.
"If you don't send Edward out," Emmett hissed menacingly. "We're coming in after him!"
I smiled when I heard Bella laugh. It was a shame I hadn't been allowed around her since the incident with Alice. I had the feeling that we would get along well.
"Go," She chuckled. "Before they break my house."
"Go to sleep. You've got a big day tomorrow."
"Thanks! That's sure to help me wind down."
"I'll meet you at the alter."
"I'll be the one in white." I smiled at how perfectly cliche she sounded.
Edward chuckled, whether at her or me, I didn't know. "Very convincing." Suddenly, I saw him flying out the window swiftly. There was a muted thud as he landed on Emmett, and the burly vampire cursed.
"You'd better not make him late," I heard Bella murmur. Obviously she knew they could hear her.
And then Jasper was on her windowsill, pearing in at her, and a streak of jealousy shot through me. I hoped he hadn't noticed as he spoke quietly to her, his honey hair silver in the weak moonlight that worked it's way through the clouds.
"Don't worry, Bella. We'll get him home in plenty of time."
I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I burst out laughing at Bella's next question. I saw Jasper glance at me from the corner of his eye. "Jasper? What do vampires do for bachelor parties? You're not taking him to a strip club, are you?"
"Don't tell her anything!" Emmett growled from the ground. There was another thud as Edward punched him in t he arm playfully, laughing quietly.
"Relax," Jasper told her. "We Cullens have our own version. Just a few mountain lions, a couple of grizzly bears. Pretty much an ordinary night out." He confirmed what Edward had told me earlier.
"Thanks, Jasper."
He winked at her and dropped silently to the ground.
I kept my eyes on him as he and Emmett disappeared into the woods as Edward approached Rose and I. She rolled down the window out of human habit and I held my breath after catching a fresh whiff of Bella on Edward.
"Just awaiting your orders, captain," Rosalie said sarcastically.
Edward smiled at his sister, then turned his gaze to me.
"How are you doing?"
Like you don't already know.
Edward smiled at my thoughts. "I was trying to be curteous."
I smiled sadly. "Can you do me a favor." All he had to do was read my mind to know what I wanted.
"Why don't you do that yourself."
Suddenly, Jasper appeared next to his brother, his hand on Edwards shoulder.
"Emmett's getting restless." His honey voice floated into the car and I swear I nearly melted into some weird pool of sparkly vampire butter right there. "We should be heading out."
"Yes, we should." Edward gave me a meaningful look, and I knew I wasn't getting out of it now that he knew what I had wanted. Had. Now I was scared to death, and Jasper probably knew it.
"Jasper." The cowboy's name slid off my tongue quickly, like I couldn't spit it out fast enough.
"Yes?" He wasn't looking at me, a reminder of our many awkward hunting trips.
"I'm-" I swallowed unnecesarily."I'm really sorry... about your arm, I mean... and... everything else."
His eyes met mine a moment and glinted with acknowledgement before he grunted and turned off to the forest. "Come on, Edward."
Before following his blond brother, who had already retreaded into the shady cover of trees, Edward murmured quietly to me, lowering his voice enough so that only I could hear it. "He's sorry too."
When Rose and I got back to the house, we were immedietly set to review the guest list, a job that was done a thousand times already and was really more to keep us busy than anything else.
"Wedding planning is boring," I sighed, starting with the last names that ended in "A".
"Really?" Rose asked. "I've always loved wedding planning, even as a human."
I glanced at her, noticing the sad glint in her eye before she carefully masked it. "Do you remember much of your human life?"
I could see her almost chuckle with a sort of ironic expression. "Yes, I do... If you think about your human life enough, it doesn't really go away." I didn't think much about my human life. I didn't want to.
"What was it like?" The curiousity painted my voice, coloring it.
Rosalie's sad golden eyes met mine. "I lived in a much different world than you did, Bree. My human world was a much simpler place. It was 1933. I was 18, and I was beautiful. My life was perfect." I could see as she wander off into her mind, reminiscing. "I lived in Rochester, New York. I had two younger brothers, a housewife for a mother, and a father who worked at a bank. My father's job helped keep the family wealthy during the Great Depression. I was beautiful and constantly praised. I'm not going to lie. It made me vain and self-centered as a result." Rosalie paused, and laughed without humor. "My parents even took pride in my looks. I enjoyed that my father took pleasure in buying me beautiful clothes, my girlfriends' envy, and the admiration of every man I passed. I was self-absorbed, shallow, and materialistic. However, unlike my social-climbing parents, who always wanted more out of life despite their already elevated status, I was just happy in the knowledge that I was Rosalie Hale, and I was very beautiful.
"One day, My mother had me dress up to deliver my father's forgotten lunch to his job, in the hopes that the son of the bank's owner would take notice of me. It worked. Royce King II sent roses and roses to me and, after making a comment that my eyes were like violets, I even began to actually receive them, too. Our relationship was solely based on physical attraction, as Royce was often too busy at the bank. We became engaged, but one week before the wedding, I visited my good friend Vera. I envied her for her baby boy. At one point, when Vera's husband kissed her, I finally noticed the lack of love in my relationship with Royce. While walking home afterward, I stumbled across my drunken fiancée and his equally drunk friends; Royce bragged about my beauty which eventually led to me being raped and beaten before being left in the street to die."
I think I gasped then. No I did gasp, because Rose nodded sadly.
"Carlisle found me then, attracted by the scent of my blood. He carried me to a room and then bit me. When I woke up, I heard Carlisle and Edward arguing about him saving me. Edward was unhappy with the idea that Carlisle had changed me in the hopes that I could be his mate. I was furious, of course, at Edward's rejection, even despite my own lack of feelings for him as well. I was surprised and hurt that Edward didn't seem attracted to her." Rosalie shook her head, her features fierce. " I got my revenge. I killed all of Royce's friends, saving Royce himself for last I was a bit theatric back then. I wore a bridal gown and found him locked in a windowless room with a thick, vault-like door guarded by two men. I tortured Royce to death, and even though I killed seven men, I was very careful to not spill even the smallest drop of their blood. I knew I couldn't resist.
" I stayed with the Cullen's, and two years after my transformation, I stumbled across Emmett being mauled by a bear. He features reminded me of Vera's young son Henry, so Rosalie chose to rescue him. I carried him over one hundred miles to Carlisle, who turned him into a vampire. We've hardly been separated since then... It's painful to be far away from him."
I hugged Rosalie.
"I'm so sorry."
She wrapped her arms around me. "I am too. My story didn't have a happy ending. None of ours do. If they did, we would all be buried under a gravestone." She pulled back, gripping my shoulders with a look of renewed strength on her face. "Now, we need to finish this list, again."
I smiled at her, and returned to our previously ignored "work."
While I was going over Alice's neat handwriting, I came across a coven that I recognized.
The Denali Clan.
They were a big family, almost as big as the Cullens. There were five of them; Tanya, Kate, and Irena had been joined by Carmen and Eleazar much the same way the Cullens had explained Alice and Jasper joining them, all of them bonded over their desire to live more compassionately with humans than normal vampires did.
For all the company, though, Tanya and her sisters were still alone in one way. Still in mourning. Because a very long time ago, before I was born, they'd had a mother, too.
I couldn't imagine the hole that loss would leave, even after a thousand years; I tried to visualize the Cullen family without their creator, their center, their guide, their father, Carlisle. I couldn't see it.
Carlisle had explained Tanya's history during one of the many nights I sat with him, learning as much as was possible about the rules about being a vampire in this day and age of dirty politics. Tanya's mother's story was one amoung many, a cautionary tale illistrating just one of the many rules I had to follow. Well, there was only one law really, one law that broke down into a thousand different facets: Keep the secret.
Keeping the secret meant a lot of things. It meant living inconspicuously, like the Cullens, moving on before the humans could suspect we weren't aging, or just stearing clear of humans all together, aside from mealtime. Something that my old coven hadn't quite grasped.
It also meant not creating some things in the first place, because some creations were uncontrollable.
Tanya's mother, Carlisle had explained to me, lived many years before he had. She was born in a time of plague in our world, a plague of the immortal children.
Vampires were created by the ancients out of humans who were barely more than infants. The were very beautiful. They were so endearing, so enchanting, that even I couldn't imagine. A vampire had to be but near them to love them; it was merely an automatic thing.
however, they could not be taught. They were frozen at whatever level of development they'd achieved before being bitten. Adorable two year olds with dimples and lisps that could destroy an entire village in one of their tantrums. If they hungered, they fed, and no words of warning could restrain them. Humans saw them, storied circulated, fear spread like fire in dry brush.
Apparently Tanya's mother had created such a child. As with the other ancients. The Volturi became involed, as they seemed to in most of Carlisle's stories..They had studied the immortal children, at home in Volterra and all around the world. Caius decided the young ones were incapable of protecting our secret, and so they were to be destroyed.
Covens fought to the last man to protect them. It was devistating. Long-established covens, old traditions, friends... so much was lost. In the end, the practice was completely eliminated. The immortal children became unmentionable. A taboo.
It was unclear to me exactly what happened to Tanya's mother. Tanya, Kate, and Irena were entirely oblivious until the day the Volteri came for the, their mother and her illegal creation already prisoners. It was their ignorance that saved Tanya and her sisters. Aro touched them and saw their total innocence, so they were not punished with their mother.
They were lucky that Aro felt like being merciful that day. Tanya and her sisters were pardoned, but left with unhealing hearts and a very healthy respect for the law.
I put the guest list down on the rarely used coffee table, standing so abruply that Rosalie jumped. Thinking about the story made me sick to my stomach. It just remided me of the power the Volturi held. How I had almost lost my life that day because of their action... how Diego lost his life because of their lack of.
"I'm going to my room." I didn't even glance down at my blond friend as I hurried up to my room. My sanctuary. The only place were I could block everything out.
Saria: I feel like I definitly added alot of myself into Bree's character. She almost seemed too different, I'm hoping not though, cause I want her and Jasper to clash more... The black hole thing. That was a legit question of mine, lol.