Another day, another part of my life absolutely wrecked.

I glared up at my room's ceiling trying to comprehend this news I'd gotten rather unexpectedly.

"I was sent here, Morgan. I was sent here by the Volturi to kill you."

The words echoed on and on in my head.

Now, my response was rather rash and peculiar.

I stared at him, my eyes wide.

"I was sent here to kill you Morgan. The Volturi are my masters. I obey them. But…I am not going to harm you. You do not need to worry because I am completely positive about that fact."

I stared into his topaz eyes, not realizing the danger because I was mesmerized by them.

"Why won't you kill me?" I mumbled.

He sighed and smiled.

"I'm not even sure myself. All I know is…is that I love you, Morgan. I couldn't want to hurt you if I tried." He vowed.

I smiled.

"Damien…why do they want you to kill me?" I asked.

"I don't know. They wouldn't tell me." He said.

I took this moment all in, remembering its sweetness forever.

One thought crossed my mind.

The forbidden love of Romeo and Juliet.

I realized Damien's face was only a couple from mine.

I leaned forward a little, and closed my eyes.

Since I was holding his hand, I felt it when he jerked back.

"Morgan…" he said his voice coarse, "I'm not ready for this yet. You've taken a lot in for today…and I think you should go inside and back to your family."

"But I want to stay with—" I began.

"Ah, ah…Morgan. You'll see me soon. And you can always call me." He winked at me.

I stuck out my lower lip and pouted.

"But…it just wouldn't be the—" I was silenced when he kissed my cheek.

"Damien…?" I asked, confused.

"That will do for now. Goodbye Morgan." He said smiling.

I smiled a little and got out of the car.

"Goodbye…" I breathed.

I pinched my arm because I was so embarrassed about the way I acted.

I acted no differently when I was in love when I was human.

What was wrong with me?

If I was right in the head I wouldn't want to see him anymore.

I couldn't help but feel the way I feel.

But…he said he didn't want to kill me…

That was something.

But there was always this nagging doubt that clouded mind.

But he was indeed sent here to kill you.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to get the thought out.

"But that's the point. He didn't kill me… and…I love him…" I murmured.

The Volturi… why would they want to kill me?

I had just become a vampire…what did I do to anger them?

I couldn't tell anyone about this.

But knowing Edward…I groaned.

Darn! That would mean I'd have to tell him!

Stupid telepathic powers…

But, right now he was still at Bella's.

It would be safe to think it right now.

I still couldn't admit to him that he was right.

Oh…what am I going to do?

Damien's POV:

I shifted uncomfortably on my bed.

Even though I hadn't wanted it, my condo came with one anyway.

I exhaled.

I had told her.

Confessed to Morgan.

How would she take the aftershock of it all?

I turned to my side.

I loved Morgan and I didn't want her to leave me.

But I couldn't deny what I was sent here to do.

Of course, I stopped taking orders from the Volturi a month ago when I fell in love with her.

I don't know how my masters would react when they found out I'd left the guard.

I only knew if they were coming to dispose of me, I would leave Morgan out of it at all costs.

I would exchange my life for hers if I had to.

Still, though, there was still a cloud of uncertainty with that decision.

What if after they killed me, they went after Morgan anyway?

I couldn't bear it if my angel died because of me.

I didn't deserve that kind of loyalty.

I glared at the ceiling, loathing myself.

One question burned in my mind but I was too afraid to ask it.

Why did the Volturi want Morgan?

Of what importance was she to them?

I thought about the top vampires in the Volturi.

Aro, Caius, and Marcus.

I shivered even though the room was quite stuffy.

Aro, even though he seemed nice and pleasant, he had a dark side.

I was sure of it.

Caius, the heartless one. He always had a bitter mask on, his eyes full of hatred. Caius was the frightening one.

Marcus…I didn't know very much about him. This worried me, not knowing what he was capable of.

I wondered how soon they'd come because I have no doubt in my mind that they will.

What would I do if I had to leave Forks?

That question could be answered with a simple answer.

I would leave in the night when I wasn't with Morgan and no one would be the wiser.

Morgan if I leave please stays safe.

Morgan's POV:

I wonder how he's doing…

I thought to myself.

Damien looked really sad when he told me his secret in the car.

I was staring at my phone doing a mental tug-of-war in my head debating on whether or not to call him.

I was reaching out for it slowly when my ring tone—Fences by Paramore—started to ring.

My hand recoiled a bit, but then I grabbed it and opened it eagerly.

"Hello?" I said the excitement visible in my voice.

"Morgan…" Damien said.

"Hey!" I grinned, running my hand through my hair.

"It's great to hear your voice." He said enthusiastically.

I blushed.

He laughed when I didn't answer.

"You're blushing, aren't you?"

I giggled. "You know my reactions so well."

"No, I know you so well."

"True. Am I that obvious?"

I could almost hear him shrug. "Sort of."

"Thanks a lot Damien." I said sarcastically.

He chuckled. "You're welcome."

"So…how are you?"

He sighed.

"Bored…"

"Damien?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Why did you join the Volturi?"

"I knew at some point you were going to ask that…"

"Well?"

"It was at least sixty years ago. I was alone and lonely. Since I have the power to move objects with my mind, Aro thought I'd fit in nicely with his guard." He explained.

"You're telekinetic…?" I echoed.

"That's just great!" I exclaimed.

"It is…?" he asked.

"I was being sarcastic." I said dryly.

"Now I feel even more incompetent since I don't have cool powers like you do!"

"You think you're incompetent? Morgan, I am. I couldn't even tell you when we first met that I was part of the Volturi."

"Still." I mumbled, frowning.

"Morgan, believe me, it's no power that you want. It often is a pain to even deal with it. Because if I ever got to angry, things sometime…get out of hand." He said slowly.

I heard faint voices from downstairs.

"Quick! Damien, talk about something else!"

"Uh…why?"

"Edward is here! If he finds out he was right I'll probably won't see you again!" I said in a frantic whisper.

"W-Well…okay."

"Morgan, sometime could I meet your family?" he asked.

My eyes grew round.

"You…meeting…my family?" I said.

"Yes. Or would it be too much trouble?" he asked.

"Oh, no! That'd be fine. I was just trying to picture it in my head…but I can't. Maybe this weekend or something." I suggested.

"Sounds good." He said.

"Well, Damien…I'm going to go now. Bye."

He sighed. "Okay…later."

I stood up from my desk, stretching.

"Morgan…?" I heard a voice at my door.

I sighed. "Come in, Edward."

"Are you still going to talk to that creep?" he asked, glaring at me.

"Why does it matter to you what I do in my personal life?" I said.

"What you do affects this family. Don't you realize that? I don't want you to see him anymore, got it?"

"Last time I checked you weren't my father. What gives you the right now?" I retorted.

"He is bad news, Morgan. Trust me. Because I know where he came from now." He said.

I gasped.

Darn it! He must've read Damien's thoughts.

"I don't care!" I hissed.

"You mean, you already know?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes. Now leave me alone!" I growled.

He looked me over, studying my face, trying to detect if there was a weakness that could make me falter in my decision to still see Damien.

"Honestly, Edward, why don't you just mind your own business?" I asked, starting to get really annoyed.

"Your family cares what you do, Morgan." Edward said.

"It's not your place to decide if I can see him or not!" I said.

And before I knew what I had done, my hand connected with his cheek. I had slapped Edward.

"Oh my God…" I uttered, looking up at him , terrified.

"Oh, Edward! I'm so sorry!" I said, looking at me hand.

He placed his hand on his soon to-be swollen cheek and glared at me.

"Well, fine," he spat, "do whatever you want with your little boyfriend. But when you get killed by the Volturi or even by him know that it will be us who suffer Morgan."

And with that, he stormed out of the room.

"What have I done?" I asked, burying my head in my hands.

"Morgan!!" I heard a frantic voice enter my bedroom.

"Alice?" I said, looking up.

"It's horrible!" she cried.

"What is it?" I asked, standing up.

"It's the Volturi. They're coming after Damien!" she cried.