Authors note: Oops i can't believe I've been forgetting my disclaimers. Very silly of me. I of course do not own the Twilight universe or any of the characters that inhabit it. I'm merely a visitor to their world.

Also i would like to point out that yes i am aware that they are not the names of the streets in Dublin back in the 1900's and if my history teacher were to see my gross error, i would of course have my ass kicked from here to Forks and back.

Life with Mary was simple enough. I had the bed in the corner to myself, she preferred sitting in the arm chair by the fire. I got up, did my very few chores and the rest of the day was pretty much mine until dinner. I had never seen Mary eat, but she always made sure there was plenty for me. I didn't question her on it, I was lucky to have food at all. Twice a week there was a suffragette meeting in our home and I sat in the corner paying close attention to their message. Women were equal to men. We should have the same rights, especially the right to vote. I believed whole heartedly in this cause, although not to the extremes some of the women seemed to take it. I was not prepared, for example, to throw myself under a carriage just to prove a point.

Mary used the newspaper to teach me how to read and to introduce me to the world of politics. I had never known before just how the country worked and why everyone was so upset about Home Rule, but the picture became clearer as Mary regaled me with stories from the past. She often spoke of the Great Hunger and all the wrong doings of the English. The way her eyes misted over I could have sworn she was telling me her life story instead of those handed down through her family. I hadn't known it then but she was grooming me into a Republican, ready to serve my country at a moments notice. I felt her pride, her anger, everything that made her who she was, when she told the stories. She was a powerful speaker and would be the one to write De Valera's speeches when the time came for action.

Most of the days were spent lonely wandering through the streets like before, hoping to see some excitement, I wasn't disappointed. There was constantly something happening on the streets of Dublin. From riots and protests to young pick pockets being arrested. It was a hive of activity. Other days I would sit in agitated silence at home waiting. For what, I wasn't entirely sure, until of course he came calling. I had been in the kitchen baking bread when there was a knock at the door. Mary had been on her way out and told the guest to go on through, that I was in the kitchen. I wiped a stray curl away with the back of my hand turning to see who it was. My breath caught in my chest when I seen him standing in the doorway. "Happy Birthday Maggie" he grinned.

I didn't care that I was covered in flour, or that it was wildly inappropriate behaviour for a young lady. I ran across the room throwing myself into his arms. "Oh Shane you remembered" I sobbed into his neck wrapping my arms around him. It had been two years since I had turned thirteen and met him for the first time.

He chuckled gently before picking me up in his arms and swinging me around. "Little Maggie is all grown up now" He put me down and got down on his knee. "Which is exactly why I'm here. Maggie, I love you. Please won't you marry me?"

I sank to the floor beside him smiling at the petite ring he had gotten me. It was perfect. "Of course" I whispered kissing him on the lips, something I had never dared before. I felt his lips curl up in a smile around mine and his hand swept over my cheek bones to my hair. "My beautiful Maggie" he sighed. He stood up pulling me with him. "I'm afraid i can't stay. I'm needed for training." I frowned but before he would notice I rearranged my face into a convincing smile.

He didn't need to say anything else. I knew how important this was to him. I kissed him on the cheek repeating the scene from our last goodbye. "Come back to me safe". This time he kissed me back.

"Maggie, you give me a reason to come back" he murmured before leaving. I watched his departing back feeling as if half of me had just walked out the door. I would just have to learn to survive until he came back for me. Learn to trust in Mary's constant reassurances that there was a higher purpose.

She hadn't been lying. There was of course a reason for me being here.

I had known for some time that Mary was not quite human, but had no idea what she was. All I knew was that she was kind and had taken me in when I had no where else to go. I would do whatever she asked to return the kindness. I came home from my wander around town to find Shane and Mary deep in conversation. I cleared my throat letting them know I was there and smiled sheepishly when they looked up in alarm. I stared at him, he looked really pale and tired, was he sick? I took another step forward and gasped when his eyes met mine. They were a deep blood red. They eyes of the devil. I sank to my knees and blessed myself, something I hadn't done in the longest time, and prayed to a god I no longer believed in.

The room was silent apart from my muttering. I opened my eyes to see Shane crouched down beside me. His eyes, though bright red, were still the kind eyes I knew. They drew me in. I couldn't look away.

"Please Maggie, let me explain?" he pleaded.

I nodded. I needed him to explain. I was completely overwhelmed. What had happened to my beautiful boy?

"Please stop looking at me that way Maggie I'm not a monster" I could sense the lie in his words but said nothing, merely averted my eyes. My Shane had never lied to me. "It's all for the cause. After Christmas we start preparing for war. And we're going to win Maggie, I can feel it" the enthusiasm I knew so well flashed across his flawless features. But I no longer felt pride. I felt sick to my stomach. "I need you by my side Maggie. I need you to fight with me."

My head snapped up. What was he doing? He knew I wasn't a fighter! I shook my head slightly. I couldn't do what he was asking me.

"Maggie, last time I was here you agreed to be my wife for the rest of our lives. I want you for much much longer than that. Join me."

His tone was persuasive and soothing, but it didn't fool me. I knew that I really had no choice. I was to join them either by my own choice, or by force. I knew what I had to do and nodded once to show my agreement. Truly I had no idea what I was agreeing to.