In the dead of night Poppy was sitting on the roof starring at the stars and phasing moon. After everything that happened, the confession, the battle, she felt full. For a long time she felt like an aimless wanderer, but now with how lively her life has been these past months she felt not so lost. There now something that kept her here. The black, vast sky help keep her occupied until she heard a rustle in the woods. Looking towards it she saw nothing, but heard footsteps. "Whose there?" she whispered. Suddenly a hooded figure emerged from the darkness, but Poppy already knew who it was. Standing near the edge she looked down and waited for him to do something… anything. Slowly he jumped and landed gracefully on the roof. She looked back to him as he took off his hood, "What are you doing here, Alec?"

His cold stare met hers and sent shivers down her spine, "I can ask you the same question." Obviously Poppy still found him quite attractive with his dark brown hair, tall stature, and simple lips; she was always drawn to him. Since the beginning he was livelier and less sadistic than any other member of the Volturi. Alec nevertheless proved to be just as ruthless and self-interested as the rest of them. He can be considered the "sane" other half of Jane, looking at him from Volturi standards. He shows no remorse for taking anyone's life and carrying out the Volturi's frequently violent missions. There's a quiet confidence about him that, given his readiness to kill, is usually terrifying. "I'm quite surprised to see that you're here." Poppy's heart begins to race and he steps back obviously confused about what he's hearing.

"Why are you here? I thought things were cleared up with Carlisle." She tries to mask it, but it's too late.

"Poppy what is that sound?" He closes in on her rapidly and reaches his hand out to touch her. Slowly he places his hand over her chest and feels her warmth, her heart beat. Looking up at her he takes a deep breath, "What is this? Why, how are you alive?"

"Something happened to me that night." She grabbed his hand and took it away from her heart. His touch used to be magical to her, but now there was nothing. Her heart used to yearn for her from time to time, but now there was no room in her tiny heart. "I'm honestly glad that you didn't follow me after I ran out. We both would have never survived."

"What happened to you?" he asked quietly.

"Nothing that you need to concern yourself with." The memories of the past began to creep back, "You didn't follow me for a reason and that was made very clear." As Alec was about to say something else they both heard footsteps coming from the woods. As the smell of Jane clouded Poppy's sense she sighed in relief. "Your sister is waiting for you. You both should really head back to Aro, he must be worried." With that Poppy walked past him and slid back into the hallway window. Closing and locking it she looked off into the distance to see to hooded figures whipping through the trees.

"How are you feeling, Jacob?" Poppy was looking down at him as she examined his bandages. Carlisle had insisted that she go to check up on Jacob since he was too busy at his office. Despite the argument she put up in the family court she ended up being forced to go anyway. There was no real reason she hated being here… it was just that the stares from the wolf family made Poppy extremely uncomfortable. "I'm going to have to rebandage you ok. This is going to hurt." Going through the normal procedures she finished the checkup in a record time and head out the door to her jeep. Before she got to the door hands enveloped her in an enormous hug. Seth's goofy chuckles and scent overload her senses, bringing a smile to her face.

"Where are you going beautiful?" He asks as she turns around in his arms. He had his sweater hood up and Poppy would be lying if she said she was disappointed about him not being shirtless; the sleeves on his sweater were cut off so she was satisfied with seeing his toned arms.

"I'm going home obviously. Why where are you going?" Keeping his arms around her waist he wrinkled his chin.

"I just got out of school and I wanted to see how Jacob was doing. Is he ok?"

"Yes he is fine and by tomorrow he'll be completely healed." She played with the strings of his sweater to try and get another smile or a laugh. She hated when he was sad or worried since she could feel it ten times worse. Anything he was going through she felt it like if it was her own worry, sadness or pain. They goofed around for a while until she felt eyes on them. She looked towards the house and saw Billy's figure going back in. "I should go." She tried to push away, but he kept her in his arms making her smile for the hundredth time.

"Go out with me, Pops." Whipping her head around she looked him in the eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"Go on a date with me tomorrow." He asked almost demanded even.

"Don't you have school tomorrow?" She stated.

"Yea, but if you come and get me after school we won't be stopped by anyone." He pulled her forward and brushed his face on the side of her hair, taking a deep breath.

"You want me to pick you up at school, so that we can go on a date? Are you sure? Won't your friends see?" Quickly he moves to look her in the eye.

"And? Who cares if they see? I want everyone to see that you're with me… that you're mine." Poppy weighed the pros and cons in her head silently for a second, taking in every aspect that there is. Immediately she threw all rationality out the window.

"OK. Tomorrow I'll pick you up. Just don't regret it." He put his face in the crook of her neck.

"Never." Pulling away she goes to grab the handle of the jeep.

"Text me when your last class is and I guess I'll see you tomorrow." She put her bohemian shades on, coolly climbed into the car and raced home.

The whole ride she thought about everything. What was she gonna wear? How was she gonna style her hair? Was she gonna take the bike or the jeep? Everything about tomorrow made her extremely nervous as well as excited. Poppy hadn't been this happy in what felt like forever. She couldn't even remember being this happy about anything. In all of her 67 years on this earth she'd never felt anything like that feeling of being in love with someone who loved her as much as she did them.