Deep into the darkness where I hide
The monsters all dig down deep inside
You never know when they're satisfied
Buried down deep where the sun don't shine
The monsters are buried down deep inside

Chapter 6: Monsters (November)

"Your alive?" I stood. He looked different than when my human memories saw him. He was more perfect, but so was I. His raven hair was sleek and he was more muscled, paler. He rose from his seat grandly and brushed off specks of dust that were not there. I couldn't see his eyes or his uniform.

"You're supposed to be dead, Alexander. Mother lied to me." I sighed, betrayed. He nodded and still didn't look up from his shoes.

"Yes, I wanted her to tell you that. It was better off that way, you thinking I was dead."

"Why?"

"Because I knew you would hate me if I told you I got the red ribbon. But since you are the same now, you can finally know." He stated matter-of-factly. He was just as cocky as I remembered him.

But when he stepped into the light I saw his uniform was not the same as mine, I noticed. His was of Human Drinkers. I sighed again.

"You are incorrect, Alexander. I am not the same as you. You feed off of humans. Don't think I'm the same as you." I looked down. He was suddenly in front of me.

"How did you resist, sister? The blood, I mean." He asked. I turned, my back to him.

"You know as well as I do I like to punish myself." I laughed.

"I know but that doesn't mean that is an explanation." I faced him again.

"I smelt the mountain lion's blood, it smelt disgusting. I drank it, I felt better because I knew I hadn't killed someone for my food. The end."

He then exploded in front of me, "Well, I'm sorry I can't be as perfect as my little sister! You were always Mother's favorite Morgan; 'Morgan is so pretty!' 'Morgan has such good grades!' You're a good girl, aren't you? Did she tell you that when Dad, Caleb and I 'died'?"

"Shut up! That wasn't the situation once you all…left! She changed! More angry and depressed! She didn't even smile anymore. So don't say smack about anything because you don't know anything!" I hissed at him. He put his hands up in faux surrender and smirked.

"I think you're the one who needs calming, Mo." I looked at him questioningly.

"What did you just call me?"

"Mo, like Morgan, shortened." I liked it, but didn't enjoy that he made it up.

"Did you make it up as you thought about Mom thinking how perfect I was?"

"Actually, yes." His tone made me angry.

"You are so full of yourself, Alexander!" He was smirking again. That "I'm-better-than-you" smile. Well he wasn't.

"Stop smiling like that!" Or I slap it off of you I finished silently.

We stood fuming for minutes, glaring at one another. My hands were balled into fists and he was shaking angrily. The door being opened broke the staring contest.

A tall, pale vampire wearing a dark black suit stood in the doorway looked us amusedly. He wasn't one of the students, though he wasn't a teacher either. He smiled, it was pleasantly menacing. He had shocking white hair and his skin looked papery, as though it would crumble any second. I could tell at one look he was an ancient vampire.

"Well, it looks like you've met your sister in here, Mr. Price. What a charming coincidence," The man stated, " My name is Caius Volturi. But you, dear students, call me Mr. Volturi."

I nodded and looked down. Mr. Caius Volturi sighed.

"Mr. Price I would most certainly appreciate if you would accept my invitation of coming on a walk with me, I won't bite." My brother's breathing hitched in the slightest, and I lifted my head and glanced at him. Alexander looked at me and I knew he could see the double meaning. Alexander nodded and they turned to leave.

"Miss Price, you can take your leave now." Mr. Volturi dismissed. They left the room and I stared after them, curious. Caius seemed pleasant and friendly on the outside but I guess from his tone of voice and body language he would like no more to rip many, many vampires to shreds.

They walked out of the room, the thick wooden door clicking shut behind them. I pondered for a minute or two what they were talking about. Would I be the good Morgan Alexander portrayed me as or follow them and listen to their conversation? My brother, Caleb wouldn't have had any hesitation on this part. I could just imagine him saying, Morgan, you know how much trouble you could get in. Is it worth the crap you'll get stuck in?

I could just leave and never have to know and go back to the Animal Drinker Dorm where all the blood I wanted was waiting for me or I could follow them, hear what their saying, and possibly killed for meddling in affairs I wasn't supposed to hear.

I was out of the doorway in a hundredth of a second; smelling the way Caius and Alexander went. I stalked after the sent for about three seconds and found them sitting on a bench in a secluded area where anybody with prowling eyes could have easily been discovered, had not the wind been blowing in the right direction. But on this lonely night, the wind was towards me away from them. They would never smell me.

I positioned myself so I could be completely covered both ways, front and back, and listened on.

"You realize presenting yourself in front of her like a gift was not in our original plans, Alexander." Caius sighed, "You were meant to stay in the shadows, watching like a cat." Were they talking about me?

"I know, but if I get her to trust me, she will believe the truth easier." Alexander's voice betrayed. What truth?

A third voice cut in, willowy and ancient, "This isn't just about her trust and acceptance, the others are involved in this, too."

"But we need her specific power to succeed." Caius continued, ignoring him.

"And when will this all happen anyway? Is Carlisle informed on this particular mission?" Alexander asked.

"The date is not set and his beliefs on these sort of things would clash with our plans. Boy, you must understand completely that this is deadly and serious and not some foolish human game. You have already promised me with your life you would get the girl and bring her to us, willingly, or you will perish." The third one explained. I could hear the rustle of wind against his neck as Alexander nodded.

My own brother was turning me in to the ancients, the very own Volturi, but what did they need me for?

"I believe this meeting is over now." The third voice stated. The air whistled when they stood and raced away to whatever hole they crawled out of. After ten minutes, I got out of the big fat bush I was hiding in.

Making sure no one saw me, I was gone, into the dorm, not feeling angry just… betrayed.