AN: Back in chapter five, Twilight mentions not knowing what Roman did to her. SHe didn't know about the 'seed' and didn't hear it when he brought it up. Just to clarify. Also, back in Moonset or maybe Totality, Embry talks about Twilight knowing only Domeinico and Mai. He's refering to the people she talked about in her past when Domeinico and Mai visited her and Roman.
"No way, not them....those Italian bastards would kill us before we got inside." I nearly shouted, my eyes wide with surprise. Even in knowing her for only a few minutes, she didn't seem that reckless.
"On any normal day." She told me nonchalantly, twisting a lock of hair within her fingers. As she did, a thoughtful look crossed over her face and a smirk crept across her lips. "Let me see your hand, Paul."
"Why?" I asked cautiously, keeping it at my side and tensing my muscles. Half vampire or no, she couldn't put up that much of a fight and manage to get a grip on me.
"Because, I need to show you something, Paul. The reason why I think this might work."
"And how would you do that?"
Twilight rolled her eyes and hissed a sigh. I could the annoyance, clear as day on her near perfect face. But I could also see the mischiveous glance she gave me, along with the plan clicking in her eyes.
With a slight grin, Twilight lunged, pinning me easily with strength that I had never see in a cross-breed. Before I could even react, she'd gotten me down and grabbed my wrists, straddling me so that the rest of my body couldn't struggle.
"What are you?" I hissed.
"That's a story for another day. Now shut up and watch."
I began to say something, but just as I did, my surroundings disappeared, leaving me at first in darkness. I began to panic, thinking that I'd fallen into some kind of trap and had finally met my maker, but things started to appear. At first it was just small details, a little bit of light there, more there. Slowly though, things began to take shape. There were two beds in the room, one with an occupant, the other a mess of tangled covers. I was closest to the empty one and I was looking at it, but occasionally my gaze would, involutarily, flick over to the other bed. The form laying in it was small and far too skinny, but that was all I could determine. They were wrapped two heavily in blankets and their face was hidden by pale blonde hair.
Mai... A voice whispered through my head. One of the only people who ever saw the outside world before her capture.
I began to walk forward, pausing beside the bed that, as the voice pointed out, contained Mai. Her face was contorted into a grimace and a few whimpers of pain escaped her lips. Even in the nearly pitch-black darkness, I could see that her entire body was coated in bruises.
We lived a harsh life...
Turning from her, I made my way to the door and opened it. To my surprise, a figure clad in dark clothes was there waiting, his red eyes focused on me.
"Twilight, what are you doing?" He growled.
I looked aside and, despite all of my rage (I realized that the man was Domeinico, Mai's kidnapper), began to cry. I realized then that this wasn't me, but Twilight, which meant that I was in her memories.
"G-going out." We stuttered and skirted around Domeinico, starting to walk down the hall. Domeinico didn't seem to buy it, for her got our wrist and spun us around.
"You aren't going to try, are you?" He hissed, his eyes holding two emotions that I didn't think possible for him: fear and sorrow.
"I have to." We responded. "It's my duty."
"Bullshit. You're going to get yourself killed, Twilight!"
"Maybe so..." We cast our glance at our feet and sighed. "But if not I might be able to free you and Mai."
"Is that what this is about? Mai and I? Christ, Twilight, let it go! Things will never be the way I want them to be. We'll never be free of this place."
"That's what you think..." We whispered, turning away. "But I think that it can. If I can make it to Naples, I can tell your family and get them to come... so don't try and stop me, because this is my choice."
"But... the guards."
"All of them are distracted...It is St. Marcus's day after all." We pointed out and walked away, heading for a window. "Hopefully I'll see you soon...Domeinico."
As we spoke, I felt myself seperate from Twilight and saw the Cullen's living room fade slowly into view. Twilight sat beside me, biting her lip and batting away the tears in her eyes.
"You see.... there's a way in... it won't be easy but..."
"St. Marcus's day..." I whispered. "You're sure it will work?"
"Nearly positive." She answered, but I could see through the lie. There was no guarantee that this would succeed, no guarantee that any of us would survive. But there was a glimmer of hope, of chance. We might be able to make it through and save them. Just maybe.
