Ch 12 Not Thy Will But Yours Be Done

If you are reading this, you may be wondering why someone as young and beautiful and talented as I am has written a will, especially at my young age. This is because of everything going on. I've met people I want to make sure are taken care of.

To Harry, I leave 10 galleons. You got George and I started and it didn't bode right with me to not pay you back.

To my family, excluding George, I leave half of my galleons. You've all done so much and been there for me no matter what. There's nothing more than I've ever wanted than to give you what I earned; I knew you would never take it through my life, but it is my dying wish.

To Lee Jordan, I leave certain recipes for certain jokes. They are located in the purple book next to my night stand. I ask George to get them for you.

To Spark I leave the keys to the joke shop George and I run. The keys are for you alone to obtain. Go into my room on the top of the book case. There is an envelope with my keys. Run it as if I were there, and keep him in line.

To George I leave the other half of my galleons. The only stipulation is that if something should happen and my Ella needs them, you give her whatever she needs, no questions asked. I leave my ideas for new inventions in the green notebook. I also leave my wand and my broom; do as you see fit with them.

Last but not least, my beautiful Ella; to you I leave everything and anything I may have forgotten. I leave you the love of my family and I leave you my heart. My heart belongs to you and you alone and I would have changed to be with you for all eternity if you would have let me. If I have yet to propose, there is a ring in my room, George will know where it is, it is for you. You don't need to wear it always, just keep it as I would ask you to keep my heart should I still be alive. I want you to be happy Ella; even if that means with someone else. You deserve the world and I would have easily given it to you. I give you my love and the memories of the time we spent.

This I write on…

I closed my eyes as the man reading continued on, talking about the date Fred wrote his will and saying he was in his right mind and in proper health at the time. I rested my head on Charlie's shoulder, his hand wrapped around me. I wanted nothing more, other than to have Fred back and alive in my arms, than to cry right now. With a deep, and very unnecessary, breath I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I'd felt Spark leave as Charlie and I had begun walking and I had really wanted to follow her, but Charlie told me I should stay. So once the will was finished and I said good-bye to everyone, then I was going to leave. I knew, by instinct, where she was; looking at George only confirmed it. George looked a wreck; if someone could take out his heart, stomp it to pieces, throw it through a shredder, put it back in his chest without him dying in the process, then that's what happened to him. I looked over at Molly and Arthur and I let my mind take me back to fonder times. The memory that was playing in front of me so clearly that it was like reality all over again; the day Spark and I met Fred and George's parents…the day George lost his ear.

***

I looked at Fred and closed my eyes. I could smell George's blood on his shirt, and smell his own blood from a cut he'd obtained in the process of helping some boy. I looked around to spot them only to see a bushy haired girl looking at me with wide eyes. I could feel the tension coming from her. I moved my eyesight from her to the short plump woman with flaming red hair and warm brown eyes. I knew her name was Molly; I'd seen her before but I've yet to meet her or her husband, Arthur. Molly was staring at Spark with warm eyes, and there was a sense of approval about her.

Arthur was a thin man, who was going bald. However, the little hair on his head was as red as any of his children's. I couldn't help but think he was a strong, yet peculiar, man.

Molly spoke softly. "Come on. Let's let them have a moment…"

The bushy haired girl looked at Molly in shock. "You're going to leave your son…with…with her; with a vampire?!"

The room got quiet and Fred's grip tightened on me. The tall, lanky, boy next to her with dirt on his nose and flaming hair, I believe his name was Ron, moved closer to her just as the boy with messy jet black hair moved closer to the beautiful girl of the Weasley children, Ginny.

Molly didn't look phased though. "Outside…Now…"

The bushy haired girl shook her head. "Not with the blood he lost. It probably reeks of it to them." She shot a glare at me and I arched an eyebrow.

I could feel Fred tense up next to me. "Hermione…" his voice was full of warning.

"No Fred, let her speak her bit." I said softly. "I'm curious as to what she has to say."

The girl, Hermione I guess her name was, looked at me in obvious shock. "You're a danger; to everyone in this room." She said a little softer than before.
I arched by eyebrows again. "You've no idea. Spark can read your emotions like you can read a book. I can take and use people's powers against them…for instance I could probably tap into one of your wizarding powers and be able to hold a wand and be very talented…" I paused. "As if we needed either of those... We're stronger than most creatures, we're faster, our senses are better.
Everything about us draws you in…our look, our smell, our voice…we are perfectly designed to kill. We are the world's most dangerous predator." I smirked at her, moving closer and away from Fred, barring my teeth a little for her so she could see the sharpness of them. Then I stopped. "But neither of us has ever tasted human blood. We are what some would call 'vegetarians.' We feast on animal blood instead of human. In fact, the scent that is here right now, the blood in this room everything…it's barely phasing me. Granted, the fresh blood does make my throat burn a little but it's bearable." I pointed to my eyes. "If I were a normal vampire these would be blood red. And if I were thirsty they'd be much much darker than they are." I turned and moved back to Fred, leaving Hermione practically shaking.

Fred chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around me.

I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Then I turned and looked at everyone. "We don't want to be monsters. We don't want to be the classic Dracula story. We care deeply for each of these boys; I for Fred and Spark for George. We would die if we could to save these two. Their lives are never at risk because of us." I looked at the girl. "In fact is seems as if it's more dangerous for them to be with you."

Spark groaned and looked up at me. "El, please be quiet." She asked softly, her eyes pleading. "It's getting to be too much…"

I nodded but it was already too late. I tried to take some of the emotions from the room but I could see it in Spark's eyes…she was going into overload. I instinctively moved Fred behind me and continued to take as many emotions as I could into myself, to hide them from Spark but it was no use. Spark froze then she slumped forward onto George's chest lightly, her fake breathing stopped.
George looked at me, panic filling his eyes. "El…"

I held up a hand just before there was a huge blast that shook everything. It was like a miniature microburst in the house; my golden hair got swept back into Fred's face. I looked over, everything still very much so intact and nothing broken on person or objects. Then I looked at Hermione. She'd gone pale and very still. I moved closer but she feinted into Ron's arms. Ron looked at George. "What did your psycho girlfriend do to my Hermione?"

"You're Hermione?" I heard Fred ask softly.

George glared. "She's not psycho."

"Whatever mate. What'd she do?"

I looked at Ron. "She went into emotional overdrive. The feelings in here are horrible and while I know some of it was my fault…okay, most of it was my fault, but still…she was at her own blame. Now they've both just feinted. They'll come too shortly."

After a few minutes of waiting I heard Spark say softly, "Where is she?"

George looked down at her curiously, as he began to play with her hair. "Who?"

"Hermione or whatever the bloody hell her name is. There is just something I can't stand about that bushy haired twit."

George chuckled softly. "She's right behind you…"

Spark's eyes got wide and looked over her shoulder. "She's feinted…"

I laughed softly. "Yes. She's feinted. You're lucky I didn't feint as well. She must be prone to your powers…"

Molly touched my shoulder lightly. "Outside if you will…Ron, carry Hermione."
I smiled lightly at her and followed, my eyes glancing at Spark who nodded. I smiled softly then walked outside.

I looked at Molly and Arthur as the lot of us walked out. There were more than just the Weasley's. There were others whom I was introduced to rather quickly. –
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I smiled and nodded to each of them. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you." I looked at Molly seriously just as Hermione began to stir in Ron's arms. "Do you believe me?"

Molly looked at me and nodded. "I do. There's a lot going on in our world, but I know you would be here." She paused. "I'm very protective of my family, yes, but I can't help but trust you. Something tells me you will take care of Fred better than I even can. I trust you Elanor, and I trust Spark. Why I'm not sure; maybe it's because I see how you look at them. You don't look at them as a meal…you look at them as though you would die without them."

Arthur smiled next to Molly. "I agree with her. You obviously care for Fred and how broken up Spark was in there shows how much she cares for George."

"I would die without him." Spark's voice came out from behind me. She looked…tired if that was possible for a vampire. "I love him."

Hermione looked at her. "You're going to change him…aren't you?"

Fred looked at Hermione curiously, as if he'd never thought of turning into a vampire. I looked at him and shook my head slowly.

Spark looked at the questioning looks. "He's asleep…" She looked at Hermione and shook her head. "I love him too much to submit him to this life that El and I are a part of. I want to love him and stay by his side until the day he dies of old age. I will not change him."

I looked at Hermione, then at Molly and Arthur. "Nor will I change Fred. I love this life as a vampire, yes, but I would love to grow old alongside Fred. He shouldn't have to endure watching those he loves die around him like I have; shouldn't have to keep repeating ages like I have."

"I think that's up to me Ella." He said softly behind me.

I shook my head. "No Fred. I won't change you."

Molly looked at me and hugged me, pulling me away from Fred. "Thank you. I know you care about him."

I returned her hug. "With my whole unbeating heart."

She hugged Spark as well, who returned her hug.

Spark leaned over. "I think they approve." She whispered, trying to get a little smile out of us both.

***

George walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, snapping me out of my reverie. I looked at him and paused. "You asked her and she said no." It wasn't a question; it was all over his face.

He nodded. "What I don't understand is why…"

I paused again. "George." I sighed; I wasn't really up for this right now. But someone had to do it and it might as well be me. I took a deep breath. "Spark would never want you to be submitted to what she has to go through. She was turned against her will and would give anything for you to hear her heartbeat as she can hear yours. Her love for you is so strong that she would rather live without you, keeping you to live a human life and love another, than marry you and have you fall into our species by choice when she had none."

George looked at me then handed me a light purple envelope. "This is what Fred wanted Spark to have. Will you try to at least convince her to come back?"

I nodded. "No promises. But I'll try." I took the envelope and put it in the inside pocket of my outfit. Then I looked at everyone. Molly nodded at me. "Go. Be careful." She walked over and hugged me.

"Thank you."

She nodded.

I looked at Charlie then I turned and left.

***

I have found myself coming to this place since I saw her again. The girl who changed my undead life, who is the only person to ever make me feel love. Although, now, my beautiful angel never wishes to speak to me, and also wishes I could truly die.

"Aro, I'll leave you be, but know I'm in the shadows like your brothers have ordered." A voice near me spoke out and I turned to nod.

"Thank you Felix." Like usual, since my Jenna has shown into my life again, my brothers believe I will act from my heart and go after her. They require I leave with an escort, which is why I take Felix, one of my more trusted colleagues.

Usually I have my shield follow me, but Felix understands my situation more. How it feels to love another that isn't near, and just how hard it is to resist going after her. So much do I wish I could turn back time and just be there when Jenna woke from being turned, to hold her in my arms and have her love me back.

"Aro, she isn't coming back, neither of them are." Felix said softly, more as a sad note to himself, so I thought, but no sooner had he said it did I get hit with a force so hard that only another vampire could produce it.

Feeling my back crush through a wall, I swore my attacker and I were going through the floor, on which we landed hard, cracked it even. Looking up I saw a pair of amber eyes I never expected to see again. "Jenna." If my heart was beating it would have stopped again.

As she inhaled deeply, in obvious shock, I felt her move out of my arms, seeing as I wrapped them around her when I figured out who pushed me over. "Aro." Her word was harsh, hurtful.

"Why do you look so distraught?" I asked knowing I was intruding but didn't care, I just was glad to be in her presence again. Funny that with my power I ask her. But it feels wrong using my power on my Jenna; I can't bring myself to look into her past. Part of me thinks that I'll see something to upset me in her past, something that I have done. It still hurts to know that she will never love me back.

"Trust me Aro, you wouldn't approve." Her eyes stared down and I knew exactly what was going on.

"What human did you tell?"

"And it's your concern why?" I forgot how sexy she could be when angry.

I narrowed my eyes, "Because my brothers and I have strict rules for a reason!" It was true, we could be rather strict, which is why I never went after her. Just after I turned her, they found out, told me that I was crazy, that she was never going to be to me what she was while she was human. Because they were my brothers I trusted their instinct, and not my heart. My Jenna was left there, alone, no one to turn to because I was scared, and a coward. Even after all of that I still love her, and want her happy... even if that means she isn't with me.

"He's a wizard okay? Is that good enough?" She spat at me with vengeance and who would blame her, I did kill her.

"A wizard?"

"Yes and I'm not telling you who it is because... well..." She trailed off as she stared at my wide eyed expression.

I knew exactly what words she was avoiding. It hurt me to know that she could feel for someone that was human, a completely different species of human, it hurt even more that it wasn't me. As much of a hard headed... ass that I seem to portray, she is the one thing that takes my breath away, that is if I had breath anymore.
"You love him."

She lowered her head once again, and stared at her feet. "I do. He proposed... and I, I ran." She said softly as if she really did feel for this man.

"You can't change him." I felt like I was ordering her.

"Why the bloody hell do you think I ran?" She was obviously upset with my choice of words. "I don't want to change him! I'd rather live without the one I love than have him suffer through this life like I have. Do you know how badly I feel for El because her human died? She fell in love with a human and he's dead... she can never be with him." My Jenna was sitting now, with her head in her hands, if she could cry she'd be bawling right now. "By marrying George... I would gain more of an attachment, then when he died, because I refuse to change him, if he were to die..." She trailed off, laying her head upon my shoulder, since I had sat next to her at this point.

Looking around the spot we had crashed into, I smiled. "Do you realize where we are Jenna?"

She looked around, not once moving her head from my shoulder, "This is where we met."

I chuckled as she stared at her own painting, the one that she placed up the night I exposed her, the night I truly saw heaven, that my vampire eyes saw what must await those that truly candied She was so innocent then, just trying to get her work noticed, while keeping herself in the shadows.

***

I stood in the back of the art gallery, admiring the work of Franklin DiNardo, one of the finer artists of the time. His work was compelling, something not of any man I had ever seen. After putting my own piece up, as I only did at night due to my vampirism, I saw what I thought to be another of my kind by how gracefully the hooded one moved. As the artist placed up their picture, I stood in astonishment; it was the work of none other than the artist I had been admiring. Ripping the hood of their cloak back I fell the floor, the cloaked one was female.

"Where is Mr. DiNardo?" My feigned accent shocked myself sometimes; even I had to act local.

Her accent wasn't fake, "There is no Mr. DiNardo." The softness of her voice made me look into her eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of blue, and they seemed to captivate me in a way I had never felt before. Her hair was the same color as the night flying raven, but had a flawless curl to them. She, no doubt, rivaled any form of beauty I had ever known.

"What do you mean? You are the artist aren't you?" I concluded as I stared mystified at her, by looking at her, she could have almost been a vampire already. So pale, graceful, unseeingly calm.

"I am the one that painted these, yes." She was afraid of me; I could see it in her... young eyes. Now actually getting a look at her, she couldn't be more than 17.

"Come with me."

"No."

"It's not a request." I took hold of her wrist as she shivered from the feel of my cold touch. Funny I never do get used to the reactions of humans. Using my power on her I saw that she lived alone, her parents died of the Black Plague while on a trip to deliver medicine to her elder sister three towns over. This girl's name was some long complicated Italian thing that even I could most likely not pronounce, but it started with Jen, so I came with my own name for her. "Unless you wish to be exposed you will come with me... Jenna."

She gasped, obviously taken aback by how I knew her name. "I guess I'm coming with you... I didn't catch your name." Her voice rang through my head.

"Call me Antonio." I gave her my human name for this century. "I promise child, I will not harm you, just use you."

"Of course, you're Antonio DiMarcini, the artist."

A small chuckle escaped my voice as I led her to my painting haven. It was our holding ground for when we decided to turn a human. It had been so long since we added one to our group that the house was vacant. I took her into the basement where I shackled her to a wall. Brutal yes, but it was the only thing that would keep her in my clutches, see I was younger then. Selfishness overcame me, I wanted this angel all to myself, and it was love at first sight for me.

"Carlisle was the only one who ever knew about you." I said as I worked my way into holding her. "The only one who ever suspected I loved you until I turned you. He met you once, of course you wouldn't remember. You two met right before he left us, he wanted to see my prized possession. You were falling asleep and told me later all that you remembered was a kind man saying hello."

"That was Carlisle? Why doesn't he remember me?" She was shocked now and moved out of my arms.

"Because you look different dead. Your hair is straight; eyes are amber, your beauty even more flawless." I stopped as I felt someone else enter the parameter.

***

I ran to where I knew Spark would be. What I wasn't expecting was the familiar power I felt inside. And when I didn't feel Renata, the shield that followed Aro around, I knew who else had to have been there.

I ran inside and looked around. "Aro." I said softly.

Aro nodded but I was already looking for him. I knew he was there; it was like my body knew and was pulling me toward him.

Felix stepped out of the shadows. "We need to talk." I could sense the hurt radiating off of him.

I nodded and looked at Spark who nodded at me. I looked back at Felix and offered him my hand which he refused. I let it fall to my side in defeat as we walked outside.

"You picked a human."

I cringed. His words weren't particularly brutal, nor did his tone, but the feelings and emotions behind them tear at my already broken heart. "Felix…" I said softly, even for a vampire.

He looked at me. "Elanor."

I cringed again; he never called me 'Elanor.'

He sighed then wrapped his arms around me. He rested his chin on my head and I sighed lightly. "I didn't want to choose him Felix. I didn't really choose him…I…"

Felix looked down at me and put his hand on my cheek, making my eyes meet his. He leaned forward and kissed me softly.

I don't know how long we stayed like that; I didn't care. I returned his soft kiss, running my hand up and down his back slowly.

Felix pulled away and looked at me. "I shouldn't tell you this, but I know how you feel about your brother, though I'm not sure why. The Volturi are watching the Cullen's very carefully. The first indication they get that they're up to something, it's not going to be good for the Cullen's."

I nodded. "Thank you Felix."

Felix kissed me lightly. "You need to heal…maybe a trip to a nice rainy place…in the US."

I smiled at him. "I'll return to you shortly."

He nodded. "Ells…" he brushed a strand of my golden hair out of my eyes. "Be careful, okay?"

I nodded and he kissed me lightly again before he was out of my arms.

Within three seconds Aro was walking out to meet us. "Felix. Let's go. My brothers will want to know where I am."

Felix looked at me, winked, and then he left. I walked back in and sat down next to Spark who was sitting on the floor. I sat down next to her.

"So Fred's dead and Felix just kissed me." I said softly.

Spark nodded. "Aro is still in love with me and I broke the first guy I been with since Aro's heart by telling him I won't marry him."

That reminded me. I handed Alice the envelope. "Fred left this for you." She opened it and let me read it next to her as she rested her head on my shoulder.

I didn't want this read to the entire world for this is for your eyes only. George loves you as I love my Ella. We would die for you and if you're reading this it means I've died. I leave you my permission to be with George in every way, for all eternity. He wants the change, just as I wish Ella would have changed me. I wanted nothing more after I met her than to be with her for all eternity. Please look after her and make sure my death does not haunt her. I know there is another; I can tell when she looks out the window and seems to be far away. Help her to be happy with him. I only want her to be happy in life.

But I digress. Please consider changing George; I give you my undoubting permission and I give you all the encouragement I can.
Laughing until the last laugh,
Fred