Disclaimer: It's not so bad being Fireproof, everyone who looks at me knows I'm not Stephenie Meyer…

Disclaimer Deuce: There has been more outcry for this story then my main story… hah… and some people told me no one would ever read a Volturi story… Ironic that it's now more popular than my story about Embry.

Demetri's POV

"It's over Demetri." She said leaning up against her desk with her arms crossed. I moved to her putting my arms around her.

"Back off Demetri, I said it's over, and you know if you lay a hand on me Felix will tear you to shreds." I let her go still not completely believing what she just said.

"Why?"

"Because you're a horrible person, you would kill an innocent woman that Ulrich loves just to get at Felix, because of the way you flaunted us in Felix's face." I snorted.

"If you can't do what it takes to win, then you'll never win. Cheaters always win and winners always cheat."

"Well not right now… We're done." She said making her way around me." I grabbed her wrist stopping her.

"Where are you going?"

"Not that it's your business, but to see Felix. Let me go or I'll scream, and do you want to try and explain this to all of the Vulturi?" I let go of her angered. Damn it… he's won.

Evelyn's POV

Felix had emailed me a copy of his training schedule with his two pupils. He'd kept everything cold and to the point. Oddly enough it showed how much emotion was being expended on his part. It was ironic that he not showing emotion showed me how much he cared. Maybe I was thinking about it too much.

I sighed as I stepped in to the complex. According to schedule right now they're taking part in their weapon fighting style demo of the day. I made my way through a couple rooms to stand next Ulrich at a one sided mirror. Ulrich didn't say a word but he didn't need to. I'd learned from watching him that he was already fiercely loyal to his master and mentor Felix.

I turned to face the room and watched Abhash and Felix bounce their weight back and forth from their front leg to the back moving freely around the room. Their front hand was open over a scimitar. Their moves were fluid, more than usual. Their weight was only on the balls of their feet, the backs of the feet in the air for mobility. Abhash moved first spinning and jumping through the air throwing a kick that Felix stepped up and blocked with his arm swinging his blade with the free arm. Abhash landed blade blocking Felix's. I couldn't describe this fighting style. I couldn't put my finger on it, it looked like it was influenced slightly by Capoeira. Felix struck with his sword but was blocked by Abhash and countered by a jump spin hook kick that Felix easily ducked under. The demo had been going for a while now and was just closing down according to schedule.

By now they had started anticipating each other's moves and it started to look like a choreographed fight. It was beautiful and seamless. Felix adapted to this fighting style like every one I'd seen him use; naturally, flawlessly, perfectly. They way he moved his body, though large yet as if he was a dancer entranced me. I was in awe of him but shook my head out trying to get rid of the thoughts.

He obsessed over this now. It was everything to him. He needed to beat Demetri, more than that he'd taken a personal liking to each of his students. I was worried that his obsession might run him in to madness. Either way it was a good idea to check on him and his pupils. Yeah right, strictly business my ass. I thought to myself but dismissed the errant thought. I stepped out of the room and made my way in to the training room Felix and Abhash was in. The fighting stopped at my arrival. Abhash addressed me with a slight bow of the head but Felix showed no acknowledgement of my presence at all. I could have sworn I saw a small flicker of something the moment I walked in the room but it could have just as easily been my imagination. Felix was wearing a thin white sleeveless work out shirt.

"Good morning Gentlemen. That was quite good, where was that style based from?" I asked curiously. Abhash looked to Felix for a moment then realizing he wasn't going to answer he did.

"It's a hybrid fight style, but its origins are Korea." I nodded, now genuinely interested. He turned back to Felix for a moment but turned his head back quickly.

"I'm here to check up on the pupils and talk to Felix." I said answering the question no one asked.

"I have no new progress report, therefore nothing to talk about." He said with a edge on his voice.

"I'd just like to talk to you." I said honestly.

"We're in the middle of training right now." Felix said curtly. Anger was seeping in to his voice. He was raw. He said as if answering my own answer.

"I'm sure we can spare a couple minutes." Abhash said to Felix more than to me.

"We're busy." He answered finally. Abhash's attention turned to me quickly before tossing me his sword.

"Okay, well since I've become too predictable I think your students might like to see how it fares against a different sword style, you know how to use a sword?" Abhash finished asking me. I nodded. I lifted my sword and stepped in to a fencing stance I'd learned. I smiled at him but he didn't lift his weapon. He wore an expression showing he wasn't amused. He rolled his eyes.

"I don't have time for your games Dr. Anderson." He said formally. It angered me how he said that. I had never been so angry of my status. At the same time he didn't think of me worse for it, I just wanted him to be more personal with me.

"Don't say you're afraid to fight me." I said grinning. His expression changed to a bored one as he tilted his head the other direction once again not smiling. He didn't react at all, I couldn't get anything out of him.

"You can't be serious. I'm not fighting you." He said firmly.

"You don't have a choice." I said before lunging forward with a stab. He side stepped and stepped back, easily dodging my strike. A victorious smirk snuck in to the corner of his mouth. I swung three more times charging him and he dodged all three without as much as lifting his weapon. I sighed heavily then turned around sliding out of my lab coat and hung it on a hook near the door. I quickly undid my long sleeve blouse and put it next to it on the wall to free myself up. I was left in comfortable black pants and a maroon tank top. I looked in to his eyes and watched his resolve falter slightly. It wasn't the effect I was going for but at the same time I appreciated it. I heard faint noise from the opposite side of wall that I was standing on before. Felix hit his fist against it then growled.

"Please put the sword down, don't get yourself hurt. I need to continue with my training." Felix said with a hint of desperation in his voice. Most people wouldn't recognize it but I did. I saw his looking over my body with desire. I moved forward and struck quickly he dodged the first two strikes but barely got his sword up in time for the third strike to block it. flicked my wrist down then pulled it up to which Felix made a large motion to block my sword down opening himself up for the first time. I flicked my wrist and struck his right shoulder pulling down to his left hip cutting his thin shirt. I smirked at him and he looked down at his shirt.

"Really?" is all he said before a grin appeared on his face. He grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled forward ripping it off his body. I stopped short staring at his flawless body. He moved back in to his fighting stance bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet every so often some of his muscles flexing with each bounce. I swallowed hard then swung he dodged it and I swung low, he blocked and jumped spinning through the air. He caught the unsharpened side of my blade with the bottom of his foot kicking the blade out of my hand. He landed and spun as I moved for the blade. I wrapped his free arm around my body pulling my arms to my side from behind me holding the unsharpened side of the blade an inch from my neck. I felt his cold abs against my back and stifled a shudder. I felt his cold breathe pushing down on my neck and bare shoulder. He breathed heavily and his chest touched my back over the straps of my tank top. I did shudder this time. I slid my left leg up his inner calf, then his thigh and he sprung backwards then over to the ground grabbing the second blade, he pointed both at me showing victory then spun them in his hands then spun them making a figure eight across his body in opposite directions. He put both swords away and signaled to the two rooms.

"You two, get to your training I'll be with you in a minute." He said commanding. His attention turned to me. Felix had lost the focus he held with two scimitars in his hands. He was confident with weapons with fighting, with death, but this… this arena of the heart was not his specialty and his nervous expression displayed that.

"Come on lets go to talk… maybe a slightly less public room." I said. He walked past me without a word.

"Where are you going Felix?" I said following him.

"Nowhere in particular, just not here." He said leaving the complex and breaking in to a sprint. I didn't understand why, he knew I was faster than him in long distance… it was the only talent I had over him in any physical capacity. I grabbed his arm and he stopped.

"You know I can catch you… why did you run?" he snorted.

"Just because I know you can catch me doesn't mean I shouldn't try to get away." He looked past me and then turned away.

"Don't follow me Evelyn." he said without looking back.

"No." I said moving in front of him.

"No?" he said with a smirk. It was his dark cold side. It was the side he showed everyone else… every once and a while it would slip out that he cared, but this was the face he reserved for the rest of the world. I didn't like being on the outside.

"No, we need to talk. What's wrong with you? Why are you so cold?" I asked before reaching out to shake his shoulders, as if to wake him up. I stopped short though. He laughed without humor.

"Are you serious? Are you honestly asking me that question?" He said not completely believing I'd just asked him. He lifted his arms flexing his whole upper body in frustration. I stopped and stared as his muscled rippled up and down his chest.

"What's wrong? Can I begin to start? Can I even tell you how pissed off, how betrayed, how wronged I feel?" He said his whole body flexing without thinking to. His anger was genuine.

"It doesn't need to be that way. I left Demetri… we can finally be together." I said moving forward to reach him for a hug. His body spun away from my arms then he was behind me. At short distances he was definitely faster than me, I could only outrun him in long distances.

"I have a little more respect for myself than that." Felix said staying out of arms reach. The implication of his words became clear.

"I want you to have left him for him being an ass hole, a jerk… not because you finally feel like I'm a better option." He said with an edge on his voice. I could see himself physically tensing his body to hold him back.

"Don't follow me… I won't be able to resist you anymore… Even though I've been waiting for you… I won't come back simply because he's gone… you can't just trade us out like used books." He said turning his back to me.

"Goodbye Evelyn…" He said as the inflection in his voice told he wanted to say more. He stopped for a moment gathering himself before running back to the complex. I sighed softly to myself. Maybe it would be good to be forced to wait for someone else. I knew I wouldn't like it at all though.

Ulrich's POV

I tried to emulate the stance and fighting style that Felix and Abhash were showing but it was very light on their feet and a fighting style I had no knowledge of. The fighting I'd done had been dependant on strength completely and grappling, yet this style was based on keeping people at a distance. I thought I was coming around to it. Felix entered the door in a huff. I smiled moving the Scimitar around my body.

"That well huh?" I said stepping up to him in the new fighting stance. He grabbed a scimitar mirroring my stance. I struck first and he blocked then I jumped straight forward with a kick to which he spun out of the way and then jumped flinging his leg in a spinning hook motion his waist level with my chest before his leg hooked the back of my head. I went down face down coming back up I found a blade at my neck.

"Nice try Ulrich but you're not going to catch me emotional this time." He said grinning at Ulrich, he returned one of his own.

"Now this time use the fighting style. You swing too heavily, always from the hip. Swing lightly, this style is based on speed not power…"

I have some lyrics composed (or rather MxPx did) to convey my feelings towards my reviewers and my lax updating…

"Don't hate me forever
I'm better late than never
I've failed you I'm sorry,
that's simply my life story"
Okay so maybe I lied… I've had that song stuck in my head the whole time I've been writing though. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm so happy people like it and aren't like it. It's not based around love… it just inconveniently makes it's way in to my story. I'm very happy that people appreciate the work I put in to fight scenes… every single one I've played out in my head before. Please review Thank you for reading, knucks, high fives, rolls of twenty dollar bills, and reviews right here…