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"Violet… Vie!" Emmett ran forward and scooped Violet up in his arms, pulling her to his chest with an intensity that only a soul mate could muster.
Violet embraced him instantly, allowing the familiar feeling of his body pressed against hers bring back all their joyful memories together. When Emmett pulled away, he eyed her suspiciously.
"What's going on? I thought you'd be happy to see me!" When Violet didn't answer right away, Emmett continued hurriedly.
"We have to get you out of here," he began, grasping her small hand with his icy cold one and pulling her upwards towards the streets of Italy, and out of the tunnels that she'd been dwelling in the last few days.
"Emmett… I can't go," she whispered finally. Her reaction had taken Emmett aback and he gripped her shoulders and shook her gently.
"What have they done to you? Please Vie, we have to-"
"No, we don't have to do anything. Please Emmett, understand. If I don't do this, they'll chase me the rest of my life!" Violet's voice trembled as she stared into Emmett's confused gaze. His golden eyes were trying to decipher a lie in her statement, but none could be found.
Emmett, it hurts to say these things to you, but they won't let me leave until I give them what they want. If I do, they'll hunt down me, Renesmee, your whole family! Don't you see? I'm doing this because I love you!
Violet's eyes screamed with emotion that wasn't getting across.
"She's right you know. She can't leave now that our experiment is truly progressing," Marcus intruded, followed by his Jane and Alec, who always followed around the Coven leaders for their protection.
Violet glanced at the two body guards and her gaze widened.
"I'll make you a deal, Emmett Cullen. Give us a month with your beloved, and we'll not only deliver her back to you in one piece, we'll also discover and divulge the true nature of her power." Marcus waited for a response, watching as Violet backed up into his embrace, by her own volition.
Emmett's confusion worsened as he looked from the guards to the elder to his blonde haired lover.
"Violet… let's go," he commanded, extending his hand to her. Tears filled her eyes as she approached him and wrapped her arms around his neck, taking in his last touches before attempting to pull away.
"You may not realize the danger you're in, but I do. We're getting out of here," he whispered before picking her up into his arms.
"Emmett," she pleaded, placing both hands on the side of his face to get him to take her seriously. She locked gazes with him and whispered tenderly-
"-it's only a month."
A month? I can hardly be apart from you for more than a few hours, a few days!
The anger in Emmett's eyes flashed as he retreated with Violet still in his arms.
"Ah, ah, ah, you're not going anywhere with her," Marcus tsked, waving his hand towards Jane who turned her attention from her master to Emmett.
Pain spread through Emmett's body like wildfire. He dropped Violet immediately to the floor and gripped his head, attempting to stifle an unbearable heat of it inside him. Marcus was using Jane's ability to persuade him to leave.
"Please stop! You're hurting him," Violet begged at Marcus' feet as Emmett doubled over, his fists clenched and his eyes snapped shut in anguish.
Violet trembled at the sight before once more imploring Marcus to release him.
"Don't do this! I've done all you asked!" she began to cry desperately, trying to console Emmett with whispered words of devotion.
Please Emmett, please leave now. I promise we'll be together soon, just-
"GO!" she screamed loudly, snapping Jane out of her fixation on Emmett and blinked disbelievingly at the passion this sad, human just displayed. The two guards left as soon as the word was spoken, knowing their job was done.
"I trust you can see yourself out," Marcus chuckled coldly as the large vampire lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.
"You knew I could've persuaded him! Why did you have to hurt him like that?" Violet's unsteady voice cracked as she tried to shake off the pain she herself felt from Emmett's mental torture. Although Jane's power didn't actually inflict lasting damage at small doses, she knew that Emmett, who didn't have mental abilities like Edward, couldn't stymie such pain off for more than a moment or two.
"He wouldn't have left without you. You should know by now that you're connection to him as an Immortal is impossible to resist. You'll start feeling the effects of his absence in a few days, too, I'm sure of that." Marcus remarked nonchalantly, as he led Violet back to her room.
"It was the only way," he said finally, closing the door behind her, and locking her in the lavish Volturi suite.
Violet had never felt more alone. She shivered knowing that Emmett was still hurt somewhere, whether it was physically or emotionally, it was her fault.
Emmett… I love you. Don't give up on me, and I won't give up on you.
"I'm sorry son," Carlisle rested a hand comfortingly on Emmett's back after his return. When he appeared bereft on their doorstep without Violet, they only assumed the worst had happened, since Emmett had been adamant about avoiding the conversation since his arrival.
But Edward knew. Edward saw the altercation, saw and felt the pain until everything went black. Being a victim of Jane's punishment himself, he knew it had been unbearable for his brother, knowing that not only could he not stop the pain, but that it prevented him from seeing Violet's expression of passion as she begged for Marcus to release him.
Emmett knew that Edward knew. The space that his brother had provided him with only further left Emmett contemplating the hole in his heart.
"She'll be back. She said she would," Emmett whispered in response before turning towards the upstairs. He spent hours in her room, caressing her pillow and pulling out her favorite books to read, simply flipping through the pages; trying to picture what she was thinking when she read the passages.
"I think you'll like this one. There aren't too many sex scenes," Violet joked one day, brandishing the book she'd just rented from the Fork's library.
Emmett laughed at the memory as he held the book in his hands. The library late fee would be killer.
"I don't mind them. I have to get ideas somewhere," he laughed again. Violet's face heated up and she looked indignantly flustered before sighing.
"Well, at least it's not porn."
As much as he wanted to hide this fact from Violet, he knew that they had similar tastes in books. He loved when the hero was stereotypical; macho and brave- self sacrificing and loyal, always saving the heroine or some damsel in distress whether it be modern day or from ancient history.
"How about this one?" she asked, flipping through the pages of the newest Laruell K. Hamilton novel.
"You actually read that?" Emmett looked with mock disbelief before Violet sighed and replaced it on the shelf.
"Just because you can't understand the subtle nuances and extended metaphors-"
"That… is porn." Emmett jabbed his finger at the cover she had been referring to only moments before. Violet placed her hands on her hips and gazed up at her towering vampire boyfriend.
"I have to get ideas from somewhere," Violet cajoled, repeating Emmett's line from only one day previous.
"It's been four weeks-"
"I know," Emmett interrupted sharply as Esme stirred the pot on the stove. The mother in her would only assume that Violet would be hungry when she got home.
From their previous encounters with the Volturi, the Cullens had come to understand that they always kept their word, whether it be threatening someone's life, or promising the safe return of one.
"The den is all tidy and her bed is made upstairs," Alice chirped, hoping to bring some cheer to the melancholy that emanated from her brother.
The last four weeks had been hell. He'd barely spoken a word, barely hunted enough to survive. He was withering without his soul mate.
"Something tells me that no matter what you do, it will not improve his mood," Jasper whispered aside to Alice who only crossed her arms and stared up into his big, sincere eyes.
"I know, but I just hate seeing him down like this. He hasn't said one word about Violet for a month, and it's hurting me," she continued, her eyes filled with pain over the loss her brother was feeling, even now on the day of Violet's return.
"I can tell," Jasper answered quickly. Alice laughed. Of course he knew what she was feeling. He always did.
"There's a car coming. I can here it." Edward arrived suddenly in the room, holding Renesmee tightly in his arms. He'd promised Bella who insisted on fixing up the cottage not to let their daughter out of his sight while the Volturi were around. She didn't want a repeat experience of losing a loved one to them.
"Viowet's coming home!" Nessie clapped her hands excitedly trying to wriggle out of her father's grasp as the crunching of gravel in the driveway alerted them to Violet's arrival.
"Emmett and I will go out to meet her. The rest of you, wait for us here," Carlisle deemed, following his son out the front door and closing it solemnly behind them.
The last few weeks had been dark ones for the Cullens. Emmett had continued to stay mad at Edward, especially after he intruded his thoughts on the fiasco that occurred in Italy. Emmett had also grown spoiled- drinking the blood of a mortal for even a few days could build an addiction. It was hard to go cold turkey back to the blood of animals.
The ghostly shade of Emmett's skin was noticeable through the tinted windows of the white limousine as the Volturi's car pulled past the Cullen's house. The family held their breath within its walls.
She'd missed Christmas. It had been a nightmare for the entire family, especially Emmett who normally loved to engage in the frivolity and festive antics that took place. Bella would invite the wolves and Charlie over, and they'd decorate a tree and make eggnog and…
It wasn't the same without her.
Violet climbed out of the back door wearing a cerulean sweater that fit tightly to her usually slim curves and accentuated the beautiful blue of her eyes. She could see her breath vividly in the frigid winter air.
"Vie," Emmett whispered, appearing before her faster than her eyes could see. She'd gotten used to that little trick, considering the Italian vampires liked to tease her about her 'mortality'.
He took her head in his large hands and lowered his lips to hers. His strong fingers stroked her silky hair as their mouths met in a simple, emotional kiss. In that one instant, Emmett had left his heart in her hands, and Violet had to admit… she liked the feeling.
Violet dropped the book she was carrying; it had been the only possession she'd left the Volturi with, and wrapped her arms around Emmett who was still enjoying her taste- the one he'd missed for the past five weeks.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she interrupted the kiss, pulling back as Emmett stroked her hair.
"Its okay," Emmett whispered back, lowering his hands to encircle her waist.
He stopped dead when he realized what she meant with her words. The usual concave of her hips and stomach had been replaced with… swollen flesh.
"You're… you're-" the words kept getting caught in Emmett's throat as he stared down at the bump under her clothes.
"Pregnant," Violet finished quietly. Carlisle didn't miss it, though.
"When did you find out?" the doctor in him asked quickly, knowing that half vampire children pregnancies progressed much faster than normal ones.
"Just two weeks ago. B-but I'm bigger already!" Violet whimpered, her gaze filled with worry as she looked from the father of her child to Carlisle.
"Let's get you inside," Carlisle broke the awkward silence that had settled between the two and comforted Violet as she went inside. Emmett remained silent.
It didn't take long, however, for the others to notice the same thing Emmett did the moment they laid eyes on her. Alice blinked in disbelief before her mouth widened in a grin.
"When is it due?"
A lump rose in Violet's throat. She began to cry.
Anyway, since this is my only really popular story, I'm editing it so its better! Sorta. I don't like the idea of a beta reader though, because then I'd feel pressured to write, and I'm so sucky under pressure. Review.