A/N:

A very happy birthday to Ringo Star! Please, take a few moments in silence to remember this brilliant musician...

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So...Edward gets alone time with Silwen...Nothing risque happens. Not even remotely. But don't worry. I'm planning something epic.

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"Step into my office," he said, stepping away from Silwen and taking her hand in his.

"You have an office?" she asked bewildered.

Edward scoffed and muttered, "It's part of a song." His frigid hand tightened and he began to walk forward, pulling Silwen behind. Reaching a door, he opened it and pushed her inside. Too quickly for her to see, he moved toward her and then walked over to a couch, holding her wand in his fingers, his eyes simmering in a smirk. Today they were a dark obsidian.

He hasn't fed recently, she thought, bringing Edward's smirk down to a tepid scowl. "How is your back?" she asked innocently. The vampire's scowl became more pronounced. He could read her mind. What if she practiced Occlumency?

"That won't stop me," chuckled Edward, lounging on the soft leather. "I'd appreciate it if you could come and sit beside me," he said hypnotically, his eyes concentrating on hers. Those eyes set her on edge, more terrifying, almost, than the Dark Lord's ruby ones. She took one step forward and stopped.

"Why? You can hear me perfectly fine from over here."

"Please come here, Miss Snape, or I will break your wand." The cordiality of his tone didn't match the annoyance in his eyes.

"I'm fine here, thank you," she replied, surprised at the calm in her voice. "I'll simply tell the Dark Lord you've ruined my wand. He won't be amused."

"I'll come and get you," he threatened, his eyes hardening into a black glaze.

"If you tell me why you wanted to see me, I'll go on my own. I'm assuming it wasn't the massage. I fixed your slight limp, I'm sure you noticed." However, she remained stationary. She was proud and pleased with the cold and polite manner that she addressed Cullen with. Even more pleased when she got him to scowl.

He stood, then suddenly he was right in front of her, holding her in his arms. Not even a second later, she found herself on the couch on his left side, clutched to him by his arm, harder and colder than frozen marble. Not at all like the other vampires. Trying to get out of his hold, she wriggled, only to give Cullen his crooked smirk back. She settled then to lean away from him and sit primly on the edge so her short legs could reach the ground.

"Clever witch. You are correct. I do not require another massage. I wanted to ask you something," he said lightly. Silwen turned to him, sitting cross-legged with her back to the air.

"You are Voldemort's slave-girl yet you clearly want to be released. Why don't you escape?"

Her eyes began to fill with tears, but she wouldn't allow herself to cry in front of him. "I can't. I promised I'd do whatever he said. And he told me that I can't exit the manor unless accompanied by himself or a Death Eater." To her surprise, he didn't mock. His eyes glared and his grip around her tightened, pulling her into the couch. "Did I say something? ... I'm supposed to be 'behaving'," she whispered.

"This just complicates...things," he answered, glaring into the sofa across from theirs.

He's so moody! Any girl dating him would be on an emotional roller-coaster with him. Even if you are gorgeous, I prefer someone with more stable emotions. His arm drew her in closer, vindictively smirking at her discomfort. Wait...complicates what, exactly, Mr. Cullen? Do I have something to do with you being here? His stared at her, abruptly speculating something.

"I'm under orders from the vampires I'm representing in this meeting. I was to attend the gathering, then bring you to them after it was finished. We were to go alone...However, if you cannot leave without being with a Death Eater..." His free arm reached over to caress her cheek. Stunned by the news, Silwen didn't react.

"Who?" she whispered into her lap.

Bitterly, the vampire chuckled, still stroking her, his fingers moving down to her neck. "Acquaintances in Italy. Somehow, they heard about you. About the anomaly of your blood...And as for your last question, that's private."

"Why do they want my blood? Can't they...bargain with the Dark Lord for a truth serum and just mix that with someone else's blood?" she asked, shivering from the cold radiating off him, and from the fingers tapping a vulnerable part of her neck. Stop it.

Stopping the taps, he dropped his hand and ran it through his rusty-chocolate brown mixed hair in irritation. "They want your blood to force answers out of any new visitors. And Voldemort has declined their generous offer of gold in exchange for your blood. And no, your suggestion would arise the suspicions of their guests." He thrummed his fingers on his thigh.

"I regret that I can't leave," she said choosing her words cautiously, "But, I would much like to be excused, Mr. Cullen so I can rest." Once more, she tried to disentangle herself from his arm, but it was no use, and only caused him to chuckle.

"If your boyfriend went with us, then my problems are solved. And-" he cut off suddenly, and looked away, his eyes suddenly soft. Silwen hummed and thought of the lyrics to "Fascination" in her head and quickly picked a hair off of his shirt and tucked it away in a pocket.

"And what?"

"I could save her. Bella," he whispered, still soft-eyed. "They took her from me. I was to bring you to them and they'd let me have her back. So, we really need your boyfriend to come with us."

"I don't think Draco would come with us."

"If I threatened him with your life, I'm sure he'd be more willing," snapped Edward, standing up with her in his arms. Smirking he said, "He's right outsi-"

Click. The doors opened. Indeed, Draco was standing there, but he wasn't alone. Beside him stood the Master.

"Look Tick-Tock, I'm busy. Come back in an hour," said Cullen, perturbed by the new arrivals.

The Master froze then said, "No. It's my turn with the girl. Voldemort sent the boy to tell me so. You," he said, turning to smirk at Draco, "can leave now."

Silwen saw her chance; if Draco left right now before he knew what Cullen was up to, then he wouldn't be persuaded to accompany Cullen...and she would be unable to leave.

"Draco go and get...The Dark Lord." Draco, the wonderful boy, turned and ran before Edward could say anything, as he was running, Silwen cut off Edward's attempts at speech and shouted, "Tell the Dark Lord Edward is going to take me to the Vulturi." She couldn't believe it. She was asking Draco to fetch...him so Voldemort could...save her from vampires. She closed her eyes and felt Cullen's arms let go of her. Gratefully, she crashed onto the floor, happy to finally be out of his arms.

"Brat," growled Edward, his face fixed on the Master's face, which was contorted into rage. Obviously, Tick-Tock didn't like his nick-name.

"Don't call me that!" he screeched, stepping inside Edward's room, "And give me my toy!"

"'Tick-Tock' is the name Madam Lestrange assigned you, and I have chosen to follow her lead. About the girl, I need her for a bit longer," replied Edward coolly, "Take another step closer and I'll step on her and break every bone inside her."

Tick-Tock...quite suitable. Rolling away, Silwen moved out of Edward's stepping range, but he only moved closer to her and acutally put his shoes on her back, forcing her to lie on her stomach. Git. Tick-Tock has better manners than you do. The shoe pressed harder. Tick-Tock stopped walking and pulled out some sort of muggle weapon.

"That's not going to work in the Manor," groaned Silwen. Both of the men ignored her, glowering at each other in livid silence. "Just breathe," she whispered to the floor which was groaning under the pressure. Looking at the floor, she realized how old it was, covered in grooves and scars, a beautiful dark cherry wood. She felt badly that it had to be walked on by people like Cullen and Tick-Tock. Soon, Draco would come, and at least, she'd be able to stand up.