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I am sorry that I can't update as frequently as before. Long story short, I have eyes problem and I have to lessen my time with computer. :( What a tragedy!
Enough with the rambling of mine! Let's get back to our Anne, shall we?
Grab a hold of yourself, Anne.
She took a deep breath.
Not better.
They were coming. They were coming. The Volturi was coming.
HE is coming.
She snorted. It sounded like a cheesy teenage love bird. Which she was, anyway. She was only thirteen. Look like fifteen. It sounded so weird comparing to the demon she was so obsessed with. He was... acient.
If only his evil sister would stay at Italy.
Who was she kidding? He was a walking demon. A walking and breathing demon! Please for the love of God! Why would she want a visit from a monster!?
But...
Oh shut up.
Her family was going crazy. Once, or twice, or multiple times she heard suggestion of a runaway. For some oblivious reason all eyes fell on her everytime the suggestion came out. What?
They are afraid you would jump into HIS arms and never looked back.
Would she? Was she really like that? Throwing away her family, her sister's safety for a demon?
Nah.
Are you sure? You almost did, after all.
He seduced her.
Pfff. As if you didn't know it.
This type of conversation was really driving her insane. She wanted that part of her head to shut up, but everytime she tried, she was painfully aware that it was only herself.
We are the same, pal. Face it.
She had attempted to ask Carlisle about metal illness. Key word: attempted. He would go all professional on her and one more day she had to spend in his hospital then she would suicide. She hated hospital with a passion.
Maybe, just maybe, HE knows about it. He is old, after all. He might find mental illness interesting enough to spend time reading about it. Or just bloody ask him, HE caused it after all.
Oh how much she hated her talkative self.
Alice had tied her up in the house, making sure that she would not... disappear, or runaway, or... anything, really. Bella threw her aunt a dark look, and she was untied.
They were afraid, for her. They were worried for her safety. She just wanted to scream at their face that she was just FINE. Like, everybody had their bloody teenage days, right? Well so did she. She was confused and in a constant attack of loneliness, but that was how teenagers felt these days. And she had that stupid power. How could one attack her if they didn't even know she existed?
It was logical. She was safe. They should worry more about Rene. How could they trust Rene to be friend with Heldi? Heldi, really? She could name hundreds of better human-blood-drinking vampires for her sister to befriend with, none of them was named Heldi.
She pouted, Rene smiled sadly at her. They had somehow made her promised not to use her power today, and stick with the family. And she meant to keep that promise. They might not understand her much, or be affected to much by her power, but they were family, they loved her unconditionally.
Oh really?
The hell? Her jaw dropped. What the heck was he doing in her head? Why did she hear his low sexy manly chuckle?
Her father snorted and tepped outside with her grandpa. Alice looked somewhat dazed for a moment then nodded.
They are here. Her sister touched her slightly. But of course you know that. The corner of Rene's lip quirked up into a smirk. She glared at her sister then closed her eyes. Talking to herself was mad enough, she didn't need another vampire to jump in her head's discussions.
Ohhh. But you don't need to. He is gonna be right here for you! Oh my god!
Shut up! She had to bit her lips not to growl. She was going mad, that was no doubt. For a brief moment she wondered if there were any mental hospitals for vampires, or half-breed like her.
Her legs gave up, they didn't listen to her order anymore. She wished she hadn't intend to keep that stupid promise.
Bella gently held her hand and led her to the front door. At least she was hidden behind Emmett. She stood closer to her mom, knowing it meant better than any words. Bella held her hand tighter.
Her inner side was dancing with joy, but another part of her, the part closer to the head, was silently cursing her fate. Every single thing of HIM reminded her of the human blood. She bit back the urge to shruggle. He scared her. She was just another prey in his game.
She didn't want to leave her family. Family was everything to Anne Marie Cullen. She knew what he wanted from her and that was what she could never give. Family made up the person she was today. Family created Anne. They could misunderstood, but...
Her line of thought was cut swiftly as she looked up from the ground. There HE was, handsome as ever, with a stray of hair out of place, as if the long way here had made his hair less perfect than usual. And the black cape. A part of her was dead upon seeing him, remembering the last time she saw him in this very cape.
Yes. It hurt. She would rather die than admit that yes, she would throw away everything to jump into his arms.
It hurt. And it scared her.
Edward held her tight, as if daring anyone to ever think of stealing her away from him. She missed his embrace. She missed the protection it brought her.
Alec smiled gently, when his sister wore a mask made of ice. Like fire and ice, just like her and Rene. She turned away, clutching her father hand.
I can't take this anymore, dad.
It scared her to death, knowing if she had to make a choice, it would not be the one who were standing around her.
The greeting took forever, and the worst part was that they all knew all the politeness was fake. Alec's eyes moved to find her constantly, all knowing that it drove everyone crazy, inlcuding his sister. His smirk and her father's scold told that he was safe as long as he did exactly what Aro had said in the letter.
Oh how she wanted to groan out loud. But it would upset Esme, and she didn't want to do that to her grandma.
She caught his eyes, again.
I know my way around. Don't worry. When can we talk?
She hated the fact that they understood each other so well that they could communicate without word.
...No?
Liar.
She was so dead. She knew. Alec Volturi was her doom.
