I know, I know. I haven't updated since November but eh, life happens. I hope you like it! R&R!
~Macyn Cullen~
So are you gonna tell me what comes next,
or am I just supposed to know?
Do I make my own decisions here,
or am I under your control?
'Cause I been like this for days,
just crazy about it, oh,
and it's startin' to get, you know,
a little uncomfortable
Chapter 7: Volturi Waltz (Decemeber)
When I was ten, I read an old human teen book named the Mortal Instruments and a character in there used to repeat words over and over again, hoping eventually they would lose their meaning, and in the book he said it did lose meaning eventually. But no matter how many times you repeated pain and loneliness until they blurred into just letters and syllables, the moment you said it again you'd remember just exactly what it meant.
Just like repeating words over and over again, wishing on a star for things to be different was useless. For the next few weeks, I tried my hardest to forget the Volturi's conversation with my brother. Alexander. I sighed and walked to my bedroom window, laying my arm across the windowsill. It was snowing hard. The tiny snowflakes were caught in the night's violet light. It all looked so peaceful.
There was a knock at my door. It was Alexander. My lips pulled back from my teeth in not exactly a smile, closer to a grimace.
"Come in." I said, feeling helpless. I couldn't alert him of my knowledge but I couldn't stand his very presence. He came in and plopped down on my couch, dramatically sighing in relaxation.
"You've definitely got the better dorm, Sis." He said casually, "Big ass chandler in your lobby, velvet couches, the rooms are another thing..." He trailed off. I gave him a smile that could make a burning fire freeze.
"Why are you here? Obviously it's not for me, because even when we were human you didn't like me." I commented.
"Well… I wanted to ask you some questions." Alexander sounded very vulnerable right then.
"So ask them." I shrugged. He put a hand through his dark hair and blew out his breath in an emotion I could only guess was stress. He looked up at me in agonized eyes.
"If you did something terrible…to anyone in particular what would you do to fix it?" He was frantic and this blew me away because of the emotion coming from my brother.
"I probably…" I stopped mid sentence because of another knock on my door. I opened it and standing in my doorway was Jasper.
"Wow, Sis, you're quite popular nowadays." Alexander chimed. I shot him a look.
"Hello Jasper, what can I help you with?" I asked politely, I wondered where Alice was; she almost never left his side. He smiled tightly.
"Could I come in?" He looked over to my brother, who was fuming at Jasper because he interrupted his little emotion fest, and looked back at me.
"It's against school rules for males to be in a girl's dorm, Morgan."
"I know, but he's my brother, Alexander." I wanted say that he was obviously in my room, but I bit my tongue. Jasper shook his head and shrugged.
"I didn't come up here to yell at you, regardless if you have males in your bedroom or not. I'm saying that there will be a ball in two weeks."
"A ball? Like with big puffy dresses, corsages, and dates?" Jasper nodded and smiled.
"The Volturi love balls and this is their annual Christmas Eve Celebration." Jasper said,
"It will start at seven pm and end at twelve am. Have a good day." And with that Jasper promptly left the room.
Alexander and I looked at each other, his anger momentarily forgotten. Grimly, he got off of my couch and went to my door. Alexander turned back around to look at me.
"Morgan, I want to talk to you more. Meet me by Didyme Gardens; it's right by the detention building, at three-thirty tomorrow. I'll see you then."
I was now alone. I took in a deep breath and went down to the blood fridges. Ayden was there with Violet and another auburn I didn't know.
"Hey Morgan!" Violet called. I got a cougar bottle from the fridge and sat down on a stool by them.
"Whose this?" I asked.
"Francesca Bertin." She smiled
"Hi, what's up?" I smiled. Ayden brightly smiled at me and took another sip of his deer blood.
"Did you hear about the ball? I'm so excited! I can hardly wait!" Violet burst out. I looked at her and laughed.
"So who asked you?" I questioned. Francesca smiled knowingly.
"Jesse Michael!" I had no idea who that was but I cheered her on. Ayden smiled at me, and I smiled back. I was glad that my friends (The Cullen's included) would always make me smile.
I got off my stool and washed my cup in the green marble-glass sink. I went out to the porch to sit in the cool sun and was joined by Ayden on the swinging wooden bench. He smiled at me and we just sat there swinging for looking at the gardens by our dorm.
"Hey, Morgan?" Ayden asked.
"Yeah?"
"You want to go to the ball with me?" He asked, his face glittering like a diamond.
"Sure, Ayden, I'll go with you." I replied. He smiled.
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~Macyn Cullen~