Author's note: My computer is currently in prison right now. A.K.A mom's dungeon. It's still in my room, but she doesn't know I'm using it XD Either that, or she doesn't care? 0.o Who knows. I won't get it back until school finishes for the year and that is still two weeks away D:

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to SMyer. I just jump the fence to play in it

You don't turn me off, I will never fail,

Things I loved before are now for sale

Keep yourself away, far away from me,

I forever stay your perfect enemy

(Stefan)

"It started seven years ago, when I was eight years old," Maggie began in a distant voice. "I was living in a small town near Dublin with my parents and four siblings. We were poor; living on a dirt farm and hardly making any money. I was the oldest of the kids, so I was often left responisble with looking after my little brothers and sisters. My parents didn't let me go to school, they homeschooled me instead, so they would have someone else to help with the field work."

"That doesn't sound so bad," Vladimir commented, not looking up from some papers. "But do go on."

"Shut up," Maggie snapped. "Anyway, my father had a habit of gambling at the local pub, hoping that one day he would win a fortune and leave the farm. He told us he'd take us with him, but I doubt that. I think he wanted to escape, start his life over again without the binds of a family. Pretty selfish, but understandable. He met Aro by chance. I have no idea what he was doing in Ireland, but I digress. Aro offered him money if my father would give something up of his."

"And what was that?" Stefan asked.

Maggie just gave another sarcastic smile. "Aro came to our house that night, he looked around and met me. I was standing with my mother and baby brother when he grabbed my arm, looking to my father with a pleasant smile and said, "I will give you money if you give me your daughter." My father greedily accepted and had to fight my mother off when she tried to stop him. I fought too, but Aro was relentless."

"So he basically kidnapped you," Stefan started. "Wow, that must have sucked."

"It did," Maggie agreed. "I was scared to death and I missed my home. I was brought to Volterra, to be trained as a hitwoman with two other children, Jane and Alec. I couldn't stand them, Jane was a bitch. Alec wasn't so bad, but he would never go against his sister."

"Wait, so you've met Jane and Alec? You practically grew up with them."

Vladimir shot him a withering look. "That's what she just said, weren't you paying attention?"

"Shut up, I wasn't talking to you."

"Make me."

"Both of you shut up," Maggie growled, giving them an annoyed glance. "If you two want to have a love fight, go somewhere else."

Vladimir raised an eyebrow. "You cannot order me around in my own house."

"Yes I can."

"Maggie," Siobhan breathed out, not looking up from some papers near Vladimir's desk. "Please continue your story and stop bothering Vladimir."

"Fine," Maggie grumbled. "Anyway, So for the next four years I trained with the Volturi. Against my will, I might add. Caius is a brute, he would publically hit and belittle me in front of the guard, which they always found amusing. But one day, I ran out of the home and into the city. They didn't care, because they knew I had nowhere to go. So I was sitting against a wall, with my knees drawn in and my head in my hands. It must have looked strange to see a twelve year old girl like that, but people ignored me."

"I would hate to live with those bastards for four years," Stefan commented slowly. "Sounds terrible."

"Yeah," Maggie agreed. "So I was sitting there, feeling terrible, when Siobhan walked over. She was intimidating and I was terrified, speaking random words for her not to bother me, but she just looked surprised. It's not everyday you find an Irish girl in Italy. She asked my where my parents were, and I guess I just immediatly opened up to her, telling her all about my troubles and sorrows."

"You looked very lonely and sad," Siobhan spoke up. "Who wouldn't want to comfort someone like that, especially a child."

Maggie grinned. "So, Siobhan offered to get me out of that mafia, and I agreed immediatly. She snuck me out of Italy that night and back to my home country. I hadn't seen my family for four years, so naturally, there was an anxiety to see them. Siobhan took me to her mafia, asking me if I wanted to stay. Liam wasn't too fond of me at first, but he eventually accepted me. He even took me boat sailing my first week there."

"And what of your family? Didn't you go see them?" Stefan asked.

Maggie's smile fell a little. "No, I haven't seen them. It's been seven years, so I don't think I could handle that. My own father let someone take me away. How could everything be alright if I went home? No one could ever forget or forgive something like that. But I do send them money, but they don't know who it's from."

"And how did you become their hitwoman."

"Well," Maggie's grin came back. "Siobhan and Liam took care of me for months until my strength came back. Mind you, the Volturi were cruel to me. They even starved me for weeks, but I wanted to become their hitwoman. I'm fast and flexible, and I know how to kill. The Volturi had Jane, Alec, and I kill random people that owed them something. I hated killing innocents, but eventually, the killing just became second nature. So I became their hitwoman."

"That's it? That's why you hate the Volturi?" Stefan inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Your Father sounded like a stupid, man if you ask me."

Maggie narrowed her eyes. "Well he's no better than your Fath-" she quickly put a hand over her mouth, but that was enough for Stefan to hear. He stood up, cocking his head to the side.

"What did you say?"

Maggie removed her hand, looking slightly guilty for saying that. "It was nothing, just some stupid come back. Ignore it."

Stefan moved forward, feeling the room tense up. Siobhan stood up, Liam right behind her. He could feel their eyes burning in the back of his head while he felt Vladimir's amused grin staring him down. Maggie sighed in defeat, her hand lightly touching the pistol in her thigh. "You're more famous than you realize, Stefan," she said softly. "There have been rumors going around through the other Mafias about your family, saying your Father gambled away with the Volturi. Apparently, he owed them a lot of money, but he couldn't pay it off."

"And your point is?" Stefan growled. "What are you getting at?"

"What I'm saying, is that your Father owed the Volturi money but he couldn't pay it off. So the Volturi took his life."

"Than why did they take my Mother's and almost take mine?"

Maggie shrugged. "Like I said, it's just a rumor. I didn't think it was true, considering the Volturi tries not to kill innocent people, but I don't know, the whole thing just sounds strange. Your Mother must have done something as well."

Stefan snorted, backing away. "I don't believe any of that," he began, finding the wooden floor very interesting. "It's a stupid rumor, and most rumors are lies."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Liam warned. "You may want to accept the fact that your parents might have owed something to the Italian bastards. It's the most common reason why they kill and destroy entire families."

Stefan whirled on him. "I refuse to believe a ridicolous rumor. I won't dishonor my family with it."

Siobhan looked at him carefully, a wan smile on her face. "You have strong family ties," she said softly. "I admire that."

Stefan didn't look at her and the room went quiet. No one said anything until Liam looked at his watch, a surprised look on his face. "Well look at that," he murmured. "We should be heading back to our hotel. We'll see you tomorrow, Vladimir," he turned to Stefan. "It was nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Stefan said, acknowledging to Siobhan and Maggie as well. "Have a goodnight."

The three Irish left quietly and quickly, leaving just Vladimir and Stefan. Vladimir glanced at his own watch. "It's late," he commented. "Past ten, I think you should stay here. The storm looks bad."

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Since when did you care about my safety?"

"I don't," Vladimir said as he closed his computer. "Do what you want, I don't care."


Stefan did eventually decide to stay, finding it amusing that Vladimir did not let him sleep on the couch, but rather in a guest room. He laid on the bed for hours, thinking of Maggie's words. Was it possible his Father owed them money? They were rich, so why didn't he pay it back? He frowned, turning over in the bed. The rumor was not true, he knew that much, but something was going on. But what was it?

He sighed, listening to the storm outside. He watched as the trees swayed in the wind and the lightning flashed in the sky. He couldn't stand it anymore and stood up, putting his black t-shirt back on and heading down the stairs and into the living room. He was surprised to see Vladimir sitting on the couch, watching some show with bored eyes. The blond didn't even hear him enter the room, and he slightly flinched when his voice spoke up. "What are you doing still up?"

Vladimir looked at him with stormy eyes. "This is my house, I have every right to be up," he looked back at the show. "Plus, I couldn't sleep."

"Same here," Stefan mumbled, sitting next to him on the couch. "Storm's too noisy."

Vladimir shrugged. "This is Forks, it's to be expected."

"So it is," Stefan agreed. "What troubles me most is what Maggie said earlier. I don't believe my Father owed them money.

Vladimir turned to face him on the couch. "But it could be true, don't be a fool and ignore it. You don't have to believe it, but do take it into consideration."

Stefan looked at him for a second. "Why do you care?"

"I don't really," Vladimir admitted. "But when it comes to the Volturi, I'll listen to anything that they've done. I hate them Stefan, I truly hate them."

"How much?"

Vladimir sighed. "You wouldn't know what it was like, just watching somebody wither away, lose everything they had and not be able to do anything about it," he leaned back on the couch, a hard look in his eyes. "Not trying to sound like I want pity or anything."

Stefan nodded slowly. "I won't try to understand," he started. "Because I wouldn't know what that's like."

"Good, I wouldn't want you to fake sympathy. I can't stand it."

Stefan let a bitter smile show. "I can't either, all those people at my parent's funeral, it just made me sick. They didn't care," he felt Vladimir's hand brush over his in a knowing gesture. The blond's lips were pressed in a thin line.

"I hate people, I truly do," Vladimir went on. "They're all the same, fake and hypocritical."

Stefan nodded. "I know, yet, we're human. Despite the evil things we've done. I've killed people, and what have you done?"

Vladimir stared at the t.v, not meeting his eyes. Eventually, his gray eyes slid over to Stefan's with an emotionless glimmer. "I have conned people out of their money, sentenced others to die," his voice seemed to drop a few octaves. "I have stolen profit from other companies and mafias, the Volturi is not the only group that hates me."

Stefan sighed. "It seems almost everyone hates you, don't you-Vladimir?"

The blond's eyes were closed, his head lolled on Stefan's left shoulder with his mouth slightly agape. Stefan felt a smile grace his lips before he could even allow it. Vladimir looked small, almost fragile in this position.

'I'll let him sleep here, just for once,' he thought quietly to himself. 'He'll probably kill me later in the morning, but I can handle that.'

He then let out a content sigh and closed his eyes.


Question time! Please review! Song was Perfect Enemy by T.A.T.U

From: Transformersluv: Do you think your lives would have been worse without each other? And would you left your lives like that or set out to search for what was missing?

Vladimir: Of course it would have been worse! Stefan is my companion before anything else happened!

Stefan: Agreed. It would have been misereable if Vladimir were not with me.

Vladimir: I would search for what was missing, try to find my Stefan!

Stefan: I'm sure as hell not going to sit around and wait for my Vlad to fine me

Vladimir: Awwww