Chapter 28

Life Does Not End With Death

Scott

The doors closed behind him with a sound that rang as clear as sunlight in his ears.

There was no going back now.

Marcus stopped just ahead of him, hands tucked into his cloak and raised an eyebrow slowly. Scott blinked and shook himself mentally before jogging to catch up. 'Sorry,' he apologised, 'even since Willow gave me the letter Lord Aro sent, I knew this was going to have to happen, but it always seemed so far away.'

Marcus tipped his head, long dark waves flowing over a shoulder. 'How old are you, child?'

'Twenty.' Scott offered, glancing around as they moved through the back halls. Not unlike before, the natural light had gone, replaced by sconces and torches. His fingers rolled Willow's signet ring for something to do. The daffodil caught in the flames and her voice came into his head. Rebirth and new beginnings. 'Turned twenty in January with my twin. A little bit different to Jane and Alec though.'

'And she doesn't know?'

Scott shook his head vehemently. 'No. Not a word. Willow's kept her word in that.' He wet his lips, his heart warming in his chest as she came to the forefront of his mind again. 'She is the ultimate secret keeper. I can tell her anything. She knows more than my family does and I have no doubt that she'll take this secret,' he waved around him at the marble walls that were bleached a lemon colour as the sun came through the slits near the top, 'to her grave.'

'I have been an immortal for an age.' Marcus spoke, ancient. 'I have witnessed countless wars, seen civilisations rise and fall before my very eyes. Killed an innumerable amount, and yet your friend with Miss Crawford is refreshing.'

Curiousity burnt within him, and Scott spoke before he could catch the sounds before they came out. 'How does your gift work? I know that you see the bonds of people but what does that look like to you, visually, if you don't mind me asking?'

Marcus motioned for him to head to the right and the hallway opened to a roman garden, the sun warm and sweet amongst the flowers and small water feature. Marcus sat first and gestured him down beside him and drew back his hood. 'I'm sure you are aware of the Red Strings?'

'That there is a red string attached from one person to another symbolising that the Gods and Fates have made them soulmates.'

Or round about. Scott just knew that it was a Chinese myth originally, where the Chinese lunar god of marriage and matchmaking, Yuè Lǎo, would point to a boy his wife where they were connected by a red string around their ankle. Over time, as the story was picked up and changed by other culture, some believed that it connected people by their fingers.

He wouldn't lie and say that the idea of having someone destined for him was a nice thought. It was. He had seen how Jasper and Willow interacted, like two sides of the same coin, utterly balanced and yet different. And he wanted that. He wanted someone that wasn't frightened off by him, or got sick of him, or found him too clingy, or annoying, or obsessive with a subject they found no interest in. Scott wanted to just be able to sit in their company, in utter silence and relish in that.

He had loved Alice, and Zoe too. Not in the puppy love way he thought he was when he had his first girlfriend, Tara, in middle school. But there had always been a slight imbalance between them. With Zoe, it was him never knowing where to step, to have her blow up or get offended. With Alice, it was her keeping the whole vampire thing under wraps, and maybe a little of her gift.

Scott blinked back and Marcus was nodding slightly. 'My gift is not dissimilar in the image of strings. However, they do not connect at the hands or ankles, rather going straight into the person, to the heart. Overtime I assigned colours to the different types. White for mates, for the balance they bring to the other, red for long standing companions, yellow for friendship, blue for a loyalty one has to another, green for family. And there is not just one string for a person, instead they make a web that creates a person.'

Something niggled in the back of his mind, about Mates, about his Mate, about whether Alice was his. If she was, then why did the idea make his stomach coil?

'I don't want to speak ill of people,' he began, stilting, gathering his thoughts, 'but it feels like the idea of Mates is thrown about for some in a way that someone mentions the weather.'

Marcus hummed again, tucking his hands back into his sleeves. Like a goth version of Obi-Wan Kenobi. 'A Mate, dear boy, is the utter balance of you. Most come in pairs but there are some that have multiple. Each brings their own strengths and weaknesses to a bond but that is cherished amongst those involved.' He watched Scott with an eye that reminded Scott of his grandfather, knowing and quiet. 'The Seer is not the one you are meant for. Hers is not one she would expect but will provide a much-appreciated anchor to the here and now, rather than that of the future.'

'And mine?'

'Closer than you would expect.' Marcus smiled before getting up, 'Come, as much as these old bones appreciate the heat, there is much to show you.'

Scott followed behind as they walked through the garden to another sun-bleached building.

With high vaulted ceilings and stone floors, Marcus led him through a set of honey-brown doors. 'This,' he spoke, 'is where much of the Guard stay. The city gets frequent visitors around this time of year, with tourists but Volterra itself has people that we protect. This building in particular houses Felix and Demetri that you have had the pleasure of meeting, along with a few of our more gifted members. The ones that stay close are mainly our more physical members. Ah,' his words tapered off as a tall, dark man floated out from the left, straightening his dark pull over his chest, 'Santiago.'

Santiago bowed at the waist, his locs held back from his elegant face with a twist at the back of his head. 'Master. I assume we have a new member.'

Marcus tipped his head and Scott waved, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. 'Quite. This is Scott Forrester, Miss Crawford's friend. He shall be staying with us for the next few months after his Change. I am sure that you will be pleasant with him during his stay?'

Santiago bowed once again, a warm smile to his face. 'Of course, Master. Pleasure to meet you, Scott Forrester.'

'Pleasure's mine.'

'Come,' Marcus waved, 'you have much more to see.'

Over the next twenty to thirty minutes, Marcus gave Scott the tour – well, the whistle-stop one – of the living areas within Volterra. The Queens, Sulpicia and Athenodora, were the furthest away from the main throne room, the most heavily guarded amongst the royals that Scott didn't get a chance to see but it felt very Disney if he was to be asked. Except maybe the Grimm style, rather than the Happily Ever After version.

The sun had moved from the peak when Marcus brought him to his room. It was a small suite. A king-sized bed and connecting bath and wardrobe with a balcony to the city. Basic in its amenities if that word meant having both a standalone, claw foot tub and a shower and a wardrobe big enough to be a tiny bedroom.

'This is where I shall leave you for now, dear boy,' Marcus alerted him from where Scott had moved to the balcony, taking in the city from the wrought iron railing, 'I shall be back by nightfall where you shall be going through the Change.'

Swallowing, Scott nodded. 'Of course. Thank you for the tour, sir.'

Marcus gave him a ghost of a smile and vanished.

And then he was alone.

Scott sat there with only himself as company on his balcony for an hour, just basking in the heat of the mid-afternoon, the sounds of the city, the sun-baked cobblestones and almost sweet air. In front of him, on the little iron table was the moleskin notebook he had bought in preparation and a pen thrown between the pages.

He couldn't tell what reason made him buy the book. Maybe because the trip to Disney was documented? He didn't know. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing.

Picking up the pen, Scott dragged the book over and peered down at the pages.

Your name is Scott Forrester. It read. You're 20-years-old and today is 28/6/2005 and it's your last day as a human. Because tonight you're going to be turned into a vampire. You were born in Seattle, Washington but raised in Forks, WA. You have two, he scratched it out, covering the word, four sisters. Two via blood by your parents, Daniel and Elizabeth, Georgiana – your twin. She drives you insane with her lack of personal space, but you know that if things became dire, she'd step up to bat for you. And then there's Sophie, she's 10. She loves being on stage now, her favourite colour changes by what feels like the month, and you'd burn the world to the ground for her if something happened.

Scott spun the pen once before putting it to paper again. The other two are by choice. You have Lucy Kennedy. As straight as a crazy straw, that girl is for the stage, and you have a plan to send her flowers with every show that she does. Her favourites are purple orchids, but she says they're roses because she likes the image they create. She's in New York right now, and you couldn't be happier for her.

The last is the reason you have the dandelion signet ring on your necklace. Willow Crawford is your best friend. She threw everything down when you messaged her the change of plans and came to back you up with her boyfriend? Mate? You don't get the terms right now, but Jasper is a Scary Motherfucker to the Volturi, and she didn't even hesitate. She's the reason you didn't go crazy when Bella Swan went off the deep end over the past ten months and you thank the Fates, they put you two together. You aren't in love with her, because the idea makes you want to physically throw up, but you do love her.

You love fiercely, deeply and that's gotten you burnt a few times over the years. You aren't a virgin – that's a social construct anyway – and have had three girlfriends that have taught you a few things. Tara taught you that puppy love is easy, sweet, makes the world brighter but when it's over, tears your heart to shreds and your soul bruised.

Zoe taught you that not every relationship is equal. That not every relationship is 'give and take', that sometimes it is 'take and take and take from you' and that it's draining. It made you tired come the end of things, made you wonder with every question if your choice was the right choice and, in the end, you were relieved when she broke up with you.

Alice Cullen was the reason you found out about vampires. At least distantly. She came into your world like a tornado of enigmatic smiles and golden eyes, and it was never the same since. She taught you about the power imbalance in relationships. About how knowing secrets about the person you're with can shift things and leave the person in the dark. She made you feel happy, and you started to maybe plan a future with her but that didn't happen. And it won't happen. Over time, away from her, things were clearer, and you realised how unhealthy things were. Part of it, you knew, was from fear when you found out about vampires. She didn't want to endanger you to the Volturi but now that you know that she's a Seer, that she isn't your Mate, maybe she got with you because she was lonely. Because she was watching everyone else in her life pair off and wanted to experience something like them.

Right now, you're sitting on the balcony of your room that Marcus of the Volturi gave you, writing this, not terrified yet but your heart is a little fast. You wanted things to be different. You wanted to explore Europe, see Rome in the daytime, eat the food, experience the lifestyle with the living around you but that's not how life goes. You'll get to experience what Europe is like, see Rome at night, but you won't be able to taste the food, people watch for a while, and you won't be able to see your family for a while.

And right now, you've swallowed that pill. It made you break down in your bathroom at home. Your favourite place to do so because it usually only happens when people aren't home. There are a few things you need to work on as a vampire. Apart from the whole what lifestyle that we choose.

Red eyes – baby vamp or people eater

Yellow eyes – animal eater

Scott took a second, letting his head come to rest on the brick behind him, bringing a foot up to rest on the edge of the balcony. Marcus had said he put his loyalty in the wrong people and, looking back, the guy was right. He had stuck around in Forks for so long because he was too loyal to Bella, fuck, he'd offered himself up on a platter because it would solidify the fact that the Cullens would follow through.

There was a knock on the door, and he turned to see Demetri there, Felix and Santiago loitering in the background without their cloaks, and Scott gave a smile. 'Hey.'

'Your friend.' Demetri said, words tinged with an Italian accent but also what weirdly sounded Western European, maybe Slavic? It was rather strange. 'She said you may want this?'

The smile came easier when he offered up the rucksack and Scott moved, joints popping a little as the pen was put down to bookmark his spot. 'Thanks, I appreciate it. They get to the cars alright?'

Demetri nodded a slow jerk of the chin, 'Si. Though Miss Crawford did not react the way the other did.'

The snort that slipped out was a little bitter as Scott tucked the back into the corner by the chest of drawers before looking to them. 'That is because Willow has a certain trauma response and no offence or nothing, but the last few minutes didn't exactly scream the warm and fuzzies. Nor did the drains that I assume are for the flow of blood?'

Felix cocked his head, eyes brightening. 'You are smart for a human.'

'I was a Boy Scout for a while, and there is a severe lack of shit to do in Forks. So, you grow up hiking in the forests. Learn to spot the little things to bring you home in one piece. Also, where the animals are so you don't end up skewered to a tree by a deer.'

There was enough space in Scott's room that the three behemoth vampires had an area to sit down and not make him feel like a mouse about to be caught by a cat. Demetri flicked his eyes to the notebook still on the table. 'What are you writing?'

Scott scratched at his neck, eyes following that red gaze and wet his lip. 'Well, it was mentioned that venom is like an acid, so I guess I was writing a letter of a sort, just in case that when I wake up, I forget who I was.'

Felix raised an eyebrow. 'That never happens.'

Scott cocked his head. 'I'm no neurologist but I do know that I've had a few bumps to my head in my life, the last severe one not two years ago and I'm just being careful.'

The males hummed a little and Santiago tipped his chin towards Scott. 'And the scars?'

The claw marks burned like phantom ice at the memory and Scott sniffed. 'My uh, my introduction to you lot.'

'The male from before,' Demetri murmured, 'the one that Major Whitlock said had a gift?'

Scott nodded. 'He uh, he came looking for Bella. We went hiking on a Sunday, I was going to head to Vancouver the next morning, was gonna spend Spring Break with Willow, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett, and Bella wanted to find some meadow or something. She'd been hot and cold since the New Year, adrenalin rush after rush after rush and I hadn't been around for a while from her last stupid move. So, we went hiking, everything felt fine,' Scott focused on the bed frame, rather than their faces, the intense red a little uncomfortable, 'there were a few moments where things felt weird like you could feel someone watching us and we found the meadow. And there he was.'

Felix spoke then. 'You felt watched and kept going?'

Scott looked at him there, feeling his hackles rise. 'Hunters are in those woods, hikers just the same. It's a national park. How the fuck was I supposed to know fucking Dracula was real?'

'He has you there, amigo.' Santiago pointed out and Demetri gestured for him to carry on.

Scott ran a hand through his hair then. 'Long story short, Bella tried to get everything she could out of him and for her, it took a little too long to realise that he was there to eat her.' he wet his lips again, 'It's not the first time I've seen someone who relishes in killing people, you know? There was a serial killer when I was younger, who thought he was doing God's work when he was killing working girls and I remember seeing his face in his court case and he held no remorse, he saw nothing wrong then, in fact, when he declared that he wasn't guilty and explained why he did it, I never forgot that look. That reverence there.

'Laurent had the same look. I mean, he hesitated when I brought up Jasper – and I know he was changed in the Civil War but don't tell me anything about him, it needs to come from him, - and then between one second and the next, he has me by the throat. He lifts me with a hand and then licks at the cuts he made and then it's just…' he had a feeling that bringing up the wolves was a bad thing so shook his head, 'noises happen behind me, he drops me like a stone and bolts, and I don't stick around long enough to find out. I grab Bella and we run.'

Demetri stood smoothly, looking human in his fitted slacks and steel grey button-up, 'I do not like Bella Swan.'

Scott laughed, bringing a knee up. 'She ain't exactly on my Christmas Card list either, pal. At least right now. I wouldn't be surprised if Willow went ape shit on her, Edward, and Alice when they get state-side. Which, for her, takes a lot.'

Felix shifted then, crossing his tree-trunk arms. 'You mentioned before, about her trauma response? Master Aro mentioned something about her mother being deplorable but we did not ask.'

Scott thought about it. He didn't know what Aro would say about Imelda Harrington, or about the abuse that Willow had suffered through for years, but didn't want them to speculate, so he tried to be as vague as possible, 'Wilhelmina Crawford has learnt that some people care more about what their peers think of them rather than what they themselves think. She's repeated been told by her siblings and mother that the results she comes home with were never good enough, her dreams were impossible, and it took her years from when her parents divorced, to come to terms with that. She's learnt since she was eleven, when her mother remarried, to never let others who you don't trust, see you cry, to never break down until you feel safe.'

There were frowns on all three of their faces, Santiago had the worst one, looking like a personified storm cloud. 'How could a mother treat her child like that?'

'Because the only reason that Wilhelmina Crawford was born was to try and fix an already crumbling marriage.' Scott sighed. 'And Willow has known that for about a decade. It's only been within the last year that she's realised that the relationships she has with her siblings are not worth anything. I suspect that when she feels safe, everything will hit her, but it'll probably be this secret,' Scott gestured to the room they were in, 'that'll be hardest for her. She'll keep it but it may eat at her.'

He spun the daffodil ring on his necklace, the other adornment was a simple silver bar that hung before Scott let out a huff. 'So, what do you lot do on your whole downtime kinda thing?'

Santiago brightened and stood. 'Well, we'll let you shower first—'

'I probably smell wonderful.' Scott snarked, remembering how he'd bolted up the fucking place and then the additional nerves didn't help. And the plane. Oh, what a lovely cocktail.

'Well,' Santiago grinned, 'you don't smell of roses, amigo. And then we'll show you what we do and introduce you to a few others. We don't all stay here. Most of the lower Guard is here, higher-ups like Renata, the twins and Chelsea are closer to the Highnesses.'

Scott nodded and followed them to the door. Felix grinned like a cat, different to Santiago's, 'You'll definitely be one of the shortest.'

'Yeah well, I bet I won't be so slow. Consider the fact that I sprinted from the front gates to the Clock tower in about five minutes.' It was more like ten, but they didn't need to know that.

He hummed and Demetri seemed to hesitate. 'Your ribs.'

Yeah, they didn't feel great. Once the adrenalin had faded when Scott had been writing, the bruising had developed, and they felt tight and throbbed in time with his heart but there was no point to be doing anything if he was going to be changed in the next handful of hours.

He shrugged then. 'They'll be fine. Besides, not like they're gonna last long.'

Santiago hummed. 'You are a very pragmatic man, Scott Forrester. Come, amigos, Heidi wishes to speak with us.'

Scott waved them off and shut the door quietly behind him before making his way to his bag. He didn't think much about what he pulled out - a clean set of jeans, underwear, one of his muscle tees – and headed into the bathroom. His hair bobble got thrown onto the sink and his shoulder was rolled before he tugged off his shirt with a grimace.

His side from where he had rammed into Edward was blooming in violets and indigos. Mostly on his shoulder, it crept along his ribs in a manner that he could count each rung. On second thoughts, Scott darted to his shower bag and snagged the painkillers he had, taking a few before stripping and stepping into the shower.

There was nothing like a good shower and a shave to make you feel better after a long flight.

That and a brush of the teeth. Scott nodded to himself as he scrapped his hair back in a bun and deemed himself done in there. Snagging his shirt from the bed as the door was knocked, he called for them to enter as he dropped it over his head.

'Damn,' Felix crowed, sounding so much like Emmett, it was like a mix of memories, 'humans bruise so easily.'

'Fuck off.' He batted back. 'I tackled a human-sized fucking block of marble and broke no skin. I'm calling that a win, pal. Now, where are we going?'

'Games room. Left at the end of the hallway. You don't need to eat or anything right?'

Scott shook his head. 'Nah, plane food never sits great for a while for me, so I'll be alright. Now what?'

'Come on.'

Felix led him into a bright room, less game room and more a combination of a rec room and cinema. There was a section lower down with a projector and comfortable seats and consoles tucked away. The area closest to the living quarters was a bright, airy space, littered with various instruments – he clocked that gorgeous honey-coloured six-string – and a long wall covered in books. In a few seats, Santiago sat with a pale guy, messy dark hair giving him an emo-vibe. All he really needed was a few piercings, a thick layer of eyeliner and band shirts and he'd fit right in. Demetri sat in one of the wing-backed chairs, a book in hand.

'Scott, amigo,' Santiago grinned, 'this is Afton. Afton, this is Scott Forrester. Master Marcus will be turning him come nightfall.'

'Nice to meet you.' Scott nodded and the time felt a little funny. 'Why nightfall? Why not like, as soon as possible?'

Demetri spoke then, leaning on the railing down to the cinema portion of the area. Scott caught sight of his forearms and clocked them a little. 'The usual time for a person to Turn is three days. Meaning, if we changed you just after midday when the sun is at its highest, you'll wake around that time.'

'Which means humans being around.' Scott nodded. 'Right. What's with the sunlight stuff as well? I was a bit preoccupied at the time to ask.'

Felix heaved such a heavy sigh, Scott couldn't help but be apprehensive as he was dragged outside into the connecting courtyard that was opened via a set of French doors. The sky was painted by fire as the sun slowly crept away but there was enough direct sunlight that turned Felix's skin into a wash of diamonds. 'Wait,' it clicked and Scott bit back a grin, 'so you lot don't burn but turn into human-shaped disco balls?'

It really did make the whole 'scary vampire, I vant to suck your blood' shit a little less intimidating when they glistened like someone had gone a little too heavy on the body glitter.

It was the fact that Felix looked so put out by it that caused Scott to start laughing. This near seven-foot-tall man of a vampire looked like an overgrown toddler who had thrown glitter over himself and seemed so put out by it that Scott was now nearly in tears.

His ribs didn't help him, but fuck did he need a good laugh?

Coughing to cover up the last few giggles, Scott wiped at his eyes and followed the two vampires down into the cinema portion, taking his own chair to try and limit people from feeling uncomfortable. Hey, at least Scott knew he could rock the glitter look.

'You don't seem put off by it.' Afton spoke, his voice soft like a breeze.

Scott shrugged again. 'I have a ten-year-old sister and still nowadays has her glitter moments. I still have shirts from like, three years ago, where I'm still finding glitter.'

Demetri drawled as he threw his arm over the back of the corner sofa, his amusement clear in his tone. 'It took a few of us a while to get used to it. Even for some of us, the concept of vampires looking like diamonds instead of burning confused us.'

It was strange, Scott couldn't help but muse as the evening began to creep in. The five of them talked like they were old friends and Scott, unused to having guy friends physically around his age - what with the wolves being mainly on the higher end of teenagerhood, and his classmates having gotten girlfriends and partners, he'd been on his own for a while – couldn't help but relish in it.

It only came to a point that he would be dead in apparently three days' time when Marcus came in and the Guard members stood up smoothly. Scott nearly broke his neck rolling off but he managed it semi-smoothly, so he'd take it.

Marcus seemed to observe them for a few seconds, eyes flicking between them before a small smile tucked itself into the edges of his mouth and turned to Scott. 'Ready, dear boy?'

'Three days, right?'

'Of feeling like you're being bubbled alive inside but yeah, just three days.'

Tonguing his cheek, Scott looked to Felix. 'I was perfectly content going into this with none of what you just said in my head, thanks very much. Why did you have to say that?'

'Wanted to burst that bubble of yours.'

'Betcha you're a great person to have at parties.' Scott threw back and shoved the panic deep down because he couldn't change anything so what was the point. 'Could one of you smack him, please? I'd do it myself but I'm about to die so…'

Demetri held up a hand. 'I will.'

Santiago murmured something so fast, it was a buzz and then laughter picked up and Marcus gestured for him to follow him. Afton spoke up before he left. 'We will see you in three days, Scott Forrester. Life does not end with Death.'

Right, just three days. Easy.

They didn't head back to his room, instead, Marcus led him to a room with just a cot. No lights, no windows, just the one door. Looked like the type of room a serial killer would drop a body, to be honest. Marcus gestured him in and kept the door open for light. 'The Change is…unpleasant to put it lightly, my dear boy. But do not be afraid to let things out. Putting you down here for the Change is for not only your safety but Volterra. Newborn vampires can be impulsive and emotional so being so far away from them, keeps them safe and unaware of our kind.'

Made sense. 'Okay.' Scott sat down on the cot and looked to Marcus, 'How are we going to do this?'

'Your shirt and trousers off if you please.' He stated, 'Much easier to get to your veins then.'

Scott nodded, skin becoming covered in goosebumps from unknown origins, and he put them down, taking his necklace off and tucking it safely into his pockets and lay down on the cot. Marcus moved then, shutting the door and to his side in a blink.

'Remember as much as you can,' Marcus spoke, voice captivating as he lifted a hand, 'about who you are now. And I do apologise for what's about to occur.'

Scott couldn't help the grimace and grunt that escaped him when Marcus bit down upon his left wrist, right, ankles and then his throat, skin breaking like butter. For a second it was fine and then…

Pain.

It seemed to go on for an age.

Flames seared at every vein, every limb and not even screaming his throat raw seemed to help. Oh fuck, someone please make it stop. It was too much, too much, too hot, why wouldn't it stop?

Roaring as it seemed to just build in his chest. He couldn't feel the cot snapping under his fingers, the concrete collapsing underneath him as he arched his back. It felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest and no one was helping him. Why was no one helping him?

It was a cacophony of drums in his ears, of acid bubbling through every cell and it was too much.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Boomboom. Boomboom. Boomboom.

Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum, ba-dumba-dumba-dum.

Dumdumdumdumdum.

Ba—

And thus the curtain falls on Scott Forrester's life as a human. This will be the last chapter of him for a while, for Reasons, so the next chapter we pick up will be the Aftermath and the stupid vote scene and then we are officially halfway done with the series.

Sometimes, I'll be writing and then moments like that will hit and I'll realise that this is my longest fic running. Not just by updating but in word count too. Part of it lasting so long is because of how much Willow means to me but also because of you lot. Over the weeks, I've grown to recognise some of your handles and realise that you have been here from the first ten chapters, have been here through Willow's family drama, Bella coming, and now all of this and can't thank you enough.

Now, remember, after next week, there may be a few weeks with no updates. I've just started my Grad Cert and have an assignment due within that time and need to take a little bit of a break, just to bank some chapters up, to take a little bit of a breather, and then when Eclipse happens, we can hit the ground running.

This week's little question for you all to stew on, is what type of power do you think Scott will have?

Anyway, let me know what you all think and I'll see you next Willow Wednesday for the season finale of Underneath the Willow Tree.

Enjoy,

K x