My nerves were getting the best of me. I stood by the window of Marcus's and my bedroom, and looked down at the garden below. He had gone hunting, his thirst overpowering him, because of me. I had been selfish and inconsiderate, he had been in pain and I had let him all because I feared him breaking my heart. But it was me who did all the breaking; I was the one who had inflicted the pain. I intended to make up for it.

The letter I had found on his desk, I should have let him explain, should have heard him out. There was no excuse except that I was cowardly. I was afraid of finally letting someone in my heart again, not after all the pain I had gone through. This love had come to me so fast, somewhat like how Jake described an imprint, it only second, but once you looked into their eyes you were linked forever.

But I knew he wouldn't leave me, not after these past days. Not after I saw how deep his devotion was to me. The letter it meant nothing, I loved him and that was it.

I heard him before I saw him, the soft padding of his feet against the wooden floors. His breaths were deep and shot. He entered the room, his hair in disarray and his eyes a bright red. They searched my own but I only gave a soft smile. Tension lingered in the air, I didn't now to move or not, I didn't know what to do. Marcus made the choice for me. His arms enveloped me into a warm embrace; he took in my scent taking a deep breath. His hands combed through my hair and he leaned his forehead against mine, a small smile on his lips.

"Mio Caro," his whispered, his soft Italian accent sending shivers down my spine. I snuggled into him, closing my eyes at the feel of him. This was where I belonged. And then I told him, told him about the letter, about my feelings of abandonment, about everything. Everything poured out and I clung to him like a lifeline hoping he would never let me go.

"Please," I whispered softly cupping his cheeks in my hands, "don't leave me". I needed his reassurance; I needed to know that he would always be there for me. He paused, searched my eyes and I realized, I wasn't the one who needed the reassuring. He was always there for me, I had been the one to abandon him, and I had been the one who had hurt him. I was the one who needed to show him I'd be there forever.

"I love you, forever, nothing will change that. If I have to I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove that to you," and I meant it with all my heart. I would never leave his side again.

Aro had summoned us to the throne room; we hadn't talked last time. He smiled down at us, it sent shivers down my spine, and not the ones I got when Marcus looked at me. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but Aro wasn't someone I would trust too easily.

"The Romanians have threatened to attack the Volturi," he voiced to all the guard, "We will have to gather other covens to help us with the battle. Five guards will be assigned to one group; you will each go to a different continent and gather the covens." I felt my nonexistent heart stutter. Did that mean…? I looked up into his eyes and evil glint there and back to Marcus's eyes. They were filled with anger, his hands clenched into fists. And I knew…

The Cullen's were coming, and I didn't know if I was ready. Not yet, not now. With one last look back at Marcus I ran back into our room, back into solitude, and vowed I would keep my promise. I would love Marcus with all my heart; I couldn't let the Cullen's effect me anymore.

Mio Caro - my dear

A/N: I know it's been months and I' sooooo sorry and I really don't have any excuse except that nothings really inspired me to write until now. And I know half of my readers are no longer interested and I'm so sorry again. I'll start updating every week. Promise!