Falling. Falling into a bottomless pit.
That is what it felt like.
"What do you mean?" I asked slowly, rising to my feet.
She let out an exasperated sigh.
"I'm not sure, Morgan!
"Do you know how soon?" I asked.
"About a month." She replied.
"A month?" I echoed.
"I have to tell Damien!" I said, getting up.
"Morgan…relax. He's here, anyway."
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah…he's in the living room with Edward."
I exhaled sharply. "Tell to come up here, please, Alice." I said quietly.
"Alright…but Morgan. Calm okay? I don't want you to scare the guy out of his wits." She said, winking at me.
I was too absorbed into my thoughts to even smile.
"Okay..." I mumbled.
Alice left and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Morgan?"
I heard his voice. I looked up at him.
His face was pale—more than usual—and he looked sad and desperate.
"Is it true…?" I asked morbidly.
He sighed. He ventured over to me and pulled me into a gentle hug.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered.
"What are you going to do?" I murmured.
"I'm leaving." He said in a low voice.
"W-What? But…I'm coming with you, right?" I asked slowly.
He shook his head. "It's too dangerous, Morgan. It's too risky to have you with me. I'm a fugitive."
"But, Damien," I said, "I can't just sit here on the sidelines and wait for the news that you've…you've…" I couldn't say the word. Died.
"I won't, Morgan. Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Yes…" I said, my voice faltering.
"But…" I started to say.
"But?" he asked.
"I don't want you to leave! It'll feel like abandonment!" I murmured.
His eyes grew wide.
"Whatever happens, I want us to conquer it. Together." I stated.
"But…" he began.
"But?" I asked imitating him.
"Morgan…I don't know."
"Please Damien." I said. There was no way I'd let him go. Never.
He sighed.
"No." I heard one single voice and I already knew who it was.
Damien stiffened.
"Edward, it's not your place to decide what I'm going to do."
"Morgan. Aren't you even considering what could happen? You could get killed. While he," Edward said severely, jabbing a finger at Damien "gets to live.
I glared at Edward.
"Then so be it. We're leaving. Tonight."
"Don't you realize what you're giving up, Morgan?"
"Just leave me alone, Edward. I'm through with your accusations. I honestly don't want your opinion. Just get out of here!" I said.
After I said it I wished I hadn't.
But I wasn't going to back down now.
I was not going to lose Damien to a bunch of Italian vampires.
I walked past Edward and walked—ran really—to the living room.
"Alice." I barked.
She looked up.
She sighed.
"Morgan…"
"I don't want to hear it. It's my decision and I'm going to stick by it. Alice you can look into my future whenever you want, but I'm still going."
I looked at Esme and Carlisle and smiled sadly.
"I'm so sorry, you two. I thank you so, so much for letting me stay here. I will never forget you. But I've found where I belong and I need to go with him. No matter what happens I can't be separated from him."
Carlisle spoke first.
"I understand. And please, if you need to, call us for anything. You're always welcomed back with open arms. Damien, too."
"You're not…angry?" I asked.
"Of course not, dear. We're proud of you. Staying by the side of someone you love…it's incredibly romantic!" Esme cried.
I hugged them both quick and smiled.
"Thanks you guys. You're like my parents. No…now you are my parents. I'm sorry I have to leave like this…" I said.
Edward shuffled down the stairs looking at least a little humbled.
He looked at me and smiled a little bit.
"You've met a great guy, Morgan. I didn't realize how much he loved you until he explained it to me. It's extraordinary." He commented.
I grinned. "Thanks…and Edward. I'm sorry about how I acted. I just…I need to leave now to stick by his side. I hope you understand."
He nodded.
Damien came down the stairs my duffel bag in his hand.
"You…packed for me?" I asked.
He half grinned and nodded.
I shot him a look and took it from him.
"It's…heavy." I said.
"That's just the essentials." He said.
"Come on, let's get into the car." He said, ushering me out the door.
"Thank you!" I said to the Cullens one final time before heading out the door.
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"Where are we safe?" I asked.
"I have it all planned out. An old friend of mine has an apartment building in the south. We have to go to Arizona. It should take us about one or two days." He explained.
"This is all so sudden…" I whispered.
"I'm sorry, Morgan." He said sadly.
He turned the car on and started driving out of the driveway.
"Goodbye you guys…" I whispered a silent prayer to the Cullens hoping they'd be okay after I left.
I stared out the window, having no desire to talk right now.
"What are the Volturi planning on doing?" I asked after at least an hour.
"They'll hunt me out and track me down. They'll probably take me away from you, Morgan, and take me to Volterra. They will decide my punishment for my 'insolence' when we arrive back in Italy." He said.
"They may call it insolence, Morgan, but this is the most joyous time of my life I've ever had." He said.
I smiled sadly. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in this crisis." I mumbled.
"And I'd stay alone forever." He added. "And Morgan," he said.
"Yes?" I asked.
"No matter what happens, know that I love you. And that will never change no matter what happens."
"I love you, too." I said quietly.
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"It's big…" I said, gaping at the 3 story apartment building in front of us.
"This is a pretty fancy apartment building." I said.
"He's pretty rich." Damien said, grinning.
"Damien!" I heard a voice walking out of the building. It was female.
I saw a slim, tall, blond girl come out of the building.
Her eyes were liquid gold complementing her slender figure perfectly.
She was beautiful. It was the only term to describe her.
"Eve." Damien said.
Eve came up to him and—to my utter horror—kissed him on the cheek.
"Eve…" Damien said, exasperatedly.
"Don't think that this time away from you has took my feelings as well." She said her voice a high soprano.
I have to admit. I was pretty jealous. My hair was a dull brown and my eyes were a dull red.
"Damien's here?" I heard another voice.
A man with short brown hair and black eyes walked out of the building.
I flinched. He was a blood drinker. I could tell from his eyes.
I wasn't sure about this 'Eve' girl yet, however, I bet she drank human blood also.
"Drake. It's nice to see you!" Damien said.
I looked at Damien then at Drake.
They were so similar…
"Are you two…?" I began.
"Twins?" Drake asked, laughing.
"Yes." Damien said his smile apologetic.
"Oh. That explains that then…" I murmured.
"Who's she?" Eve said, with malice in her voice.
"This is Morgan." Damien introduced.
"H-Hi…" I muttered.
She glared at me.
Oh jeez…what do I do now? If looks could kill…
I thought. My thought trailed off when Drake said he'd show us to our room.
"Free of charge?!" I gaped at Drake incredulously when he said we didn't have to pay for our room.
"He's my brother." Drake said, shrugging. "What kind of heartless person would I be charging my own flesh and blood?" he said, chortling at his own inside joke.
I placed my duffel bag on the bed and sat down.
It'd be a rough day…
I wondered how the Cullens were doing…
I thought.
I saw Damien standing in front of me.
"How do you like the room?" he asked, nervously.
"It's great." I said honestly, lying down on it (even thought we didn't need it).
"Are you afraid?" he asked me. "Of what's to come?"
I thought about it for a minute.
I shook my head.
"As long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid." I said truthfully.
He smiled.
"I'll never be afraid if I'm with you…" I whispered.
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In the following days, Damien kept a watchful eye for the Volturi.
I could tell he was nervous because every slight sound made him jump.
"Damien…" I said sadly putting my hand on his cheek.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He swallowed.
"Yes." He whispered.
I was worried if he knew something and wasn't telling me.
The next day, Damien had gone shopping for some clothes for himself since his wardrobe was in need of some things.
I sat alone on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking quietly to myself.
I heard the door slam open.
"Damien?" I said, sitting up.
I couldn't see him at the door since the corner of the wall was blocking it.
I heard a thud on the ground.
I got up and looked around the bend of the wall.
There was Damien, being restrained to the ground by a man and a girl with a cloak on her was staring at me from the door.
I couldn't see her face since it was covered by the hood of the black cloak.
"They're here, Masters…" she said, her voice high.
I froze in terror.
The Volturi. The Volturi were here.
Would Damien and I ever get the happy ending we so much derserved?