Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm trying hard to update frequently and lately I've been staying up late to try and get my creative juices flowing: D Today, I'm staying up extra late to try and finish this chapter (It's currently 2 am). Anyway, hope you enjoy this, Chapter 9 coming soon!

~Macyn Cullen~

Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together

You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent

Chapter 8: Broken (December)

I hurried across the campus, my hair flying behind me. The sleet was in a permanent slanted sheet and continued making the day cold and grim. I was meeting Alexander at Didyme Gardens. He was wrong; they weren't just behind the detention building. It was miles away.

The Didyme gardens were picture perfect beautiful. These were the greener side grasses. I walked under the stone archway and up the flowered hill, which had beautiful flowers from Bleeding Hearts to Blood Red Roses to Hydrangea and Calla Lilies. I walked up a stone path that led to a circular sitting area. The black wrought iron chairs were around a matching table and a fountain that bubbled musically was to the north of it.

Alexander's back was to me but he stood up and faced me quickly. He nodded at me quietly, gesturing I should sit; I took a seat by the fountain. I looked at him waiting for him to start speaking.

"Morgan, you know how I was talking about doing something horrendous?" I nodded, "Well, I'm going to tell you what exactly I did."

I looked at him darkly, this was certainly out of his character and he was messing everything up for himself. Dangling his body and soul for the Volturi to rip him to pieces and burn him up. How could I tell him I already knew of his plan with the Volturi? But you don't know all of it, my inner voice reminded me, and I was so curious what the plan was…

I stared at him, "Okay, tell me."

"It involves a lot of the vampires with powers, the special ones." I nodded at him, "You're involved, and so are most of the Cullen's. The Volturi plan to take out all the baggage vampires, the ones without extraordinary powers. Human numbers are dwindling and by taking care of the over feeders, the ones who love to drink, not because they're thirsty but because their bored will help immensely. They drink illegally, not on the national feed days. Mostly, the Volturi pass over that but they can't afford to anymore. They're also going stop making vampires. The baggage vampires will probably not going go without a rebellion, so they are going to have a mass wipeout."

I looked at him shell-shocked. I never imagined something this huge. That's a ton of vampires to take out, probably two thirds of our population. My throat constricted and I looked at him.

"Do you have any abilities?" He shook his head, "You're dead then, if what you say is true."

"No, they promised if you agreed to this plan then I would be safe." Alexander shrugged nonchalantly. I chewed my lip for a second.

"When does this mass wipeout happen?" I asked.

"In a few months, the longest they will take is a year."

I nodded, "So what do you do now? Go to them and say I agreed?"

"Do you agree? Do you agree to kill thousands of innocent vampires that did nothing to you and your family?" My anger bubbled, a dark passionate wave so sudden it took me by storm.

"What do you mean did nothing to my family! Here you and I stand; members of the eternally damned, while Dad and Caleb and maybe even Mom are buried six feet under! Remember Sara?"

Alexander snarled at me but otherwise kept his own temper.

"Don't ever mention her again, or I'll go to the Volturi and say you refused their monstrous idea, then they'll kill you." Oh, Alexander, by that tiny part of the sentence I realized there was no choice, no way out alive if I refused. I would have to kill vampires or die.