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Okay so at the end of this chapter is a GIANT, MASSIVE TWIST!
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Dear Volturi,
I couldn't understand before why Clay was being so protective of me, especially since I had believed Laurent to be nice and a friend. Then again, I'm sure he'd pick Victoria over me, a human he barely knows. Why now? Why won't Victoria come to me herself? Standing beside Clay, I'm shivering with the though of what this 'favor' my be.
"Marie, stand behind me!" Clay growls, standing his ground. His voice tells me that no matter what, I'm going to get out of this situation, however, Laurent wouldn't.
"Don't worry, my dear. It'll end quickly." I know this is a lie. Every vampire is built in with the need to cause a human as much pain as possible to have a completely satisfactory meal. Laurent's eyes are burning for blood. My blood. My life.
"Your not going to get her." Clay responds. Laurent tilts his head with a broken jigsaw expression.
"Can't you see she want's it? Ever since Lucas left she's wanted it every minute of every day." He turns his attention from Clay to me. "Don't you, Marie?" I look down at the ground. All this time, has death been the thing keeping me going? Knowing that one day I would die? Is my vivid vision of Lucas really him, or my own personal Grim Reaper, leading me on my road to death. But if that's true, then why does he try and get me to run away from situations? Some weird, mind-fucking tactic? I have so many questions, it's unbearable.
"I don't know." I mumble, honestly. Clay turns his head, shocked I'd said such a thing. Suicidal Marie.
"You can't think like that."
"I'd hate to spoil your blossoming conversation. But, Marie, I'll end this all much quicker that Victoria ever would." Laurent interrupts.
"If you think your going to touch her..." Clay growls, his eyes swirling into that familiar red colour all vampires are gifted with. Of course, I never saw this in Lucas's eyes, because of his dietary choices. Does this mean Clay eats people?
"It's not personal." Laurent responds.
"You bet your ass it's not." I yell, completely out of character, even Clay widens his eyes in surprise, and he's only known me for a matter of weeks. It would be completely understandable if I told you I was stressed... I'm about to be eaten for God's sake!
"Let's cut the talking, I've got dinner reservations at eight that I really don't want to miss." Laurent says, before diving for me.
It's a complete blur after that. One minute he's there, then the next he's not. But it's not Clay that's caused him to disappear, it's the wolves; okay, so I know how stupid that might sound, but it's true. Big, giant, obese, over-grown foxes. Clay turns to me, "we need to leave. Now." Then I faint.
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I wake in my bedroom, the sunlight causing me to bury myself under my purple duvet, covered in the flowers that are in the field I was in... today? yesterday? I had completely lost all awareness of the days of the week. Luckily for me, leaning against the window Lucas used to climb in through, is Clay. Maybe he could shed some light on what had happened?
"Werewolves," he admits, after filling the tension with small talk. Werewolves? God, I've only just got used to the existence of Vampires! Isn't a werewolf what Clay called Jacob?! Surely Jake can't be one of those... things.
"That's not possible." I say in disbelief. Clay merely shrugs.
"Neither am I, or so you would of thought before you moved to this town."
"I'm going to call my mother, move back in with her in Phoenix." I pull the covers back, to thankfully reveal I'm in the same outfit as before my black-out. Clay is holding my hand and helping me balance in a flash, which really doesn't help my consciousness at all.
"You can't go back, not now. You know too much, the Volturi will get involved. Plus, we've only just met."
Suddenly there is a crash, with sharp pieces of glass flying through the air like a small, birds that I've been released out of their cages. I fall back onto my bed, trying to distract my mind from the glass pieces wedged deeply into my blood, red arm. I look up at Clay, who's eyes are being captured by his hunger. He looks at the floor and picks up a rock, that must have been what shattered the window, wrapped in a piece of paper that he unravels. "Marie, I'm sorry, but your vampire 'friend' is dangerous. You need to stay away from him. Love, Jacob." Clay reads. I don't have time to even collect my thoughts on the note.
Clay moves towards me, step by step, slowly. Although I'm afraid, I try to act as calm as possible. Those eyes are so frightening, yet strangely beautiful; if they were the last things I would ever see, I'd be content. My arms are bare as my grey vest top only covers my shoulders. "Hold still." He mutters, scanning his arm over mine, a clear fog leaves his arm and covers my arm. The pain instantly goes. Then I'm hit with a wave of panic his anesthetic mist can't chase away, from the Volturi fan club and something they told me about one of your members.
A fog that effects the senses...
I find the strength to lift my hand up and graze it against his cheek. "Alec..." I murmur.
Love,
Marie Swan xx
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