Drag Me To Hell

Alec stole another car. He didn't even need to break in. He just stepped out in the road (which I heatedly admit coxed a small sound of panic from my throat despite myself) and when a man got out to yell at him he just twitched his pointer finger and sent the guy sprawling out on the cement. It was a nice car, but to Alec it only mattered that it was fast. And I got to sit in the front completely in control of my own senses, which was a plus. I tapped on the glass as we sped through through trees breaking every national speed limit that existed.

I didn't speak. I was done speaking to Alec.

He was still rubbing his side. I wondered how bad the cracks in his side really were. I knew he didn't think I'd noticed he was hurt- I'd known from the moment we'd walked up on the beach and he'd nearly fallen on his face from the pain. I could have run right there and then, but I'd had this feeling rip through me at the same time. Like pity, but more physical. It was like I was feeling his pain.

It freaked me out to no end.

I'd lost my chance. Now I was trapped in a car with him, on the way to hell.

Alec wasn't trying to start conversation with me. Apart from the occasional hiss of pain (seriously, who did he think he was fooling?) he just stared at the road in complete silence.

I swallowed bile in my throat and ran my fingers through my hair. I hadn't washed it in a long time. Alec's fingers clenched the wheel, dead white, red eyes looking browner than crimson. I guess neither of us had eaten in a long time. It was probably what was stopping his injuries from healing faster.

Silently, I held out my hand and ran my fingertips down his side, bumping over the cracks. Alec went ridged, and did not relax his frame. I didn't falter, and rubbed my thumb against his side in circles. At one point, my finger slide off the fabric and touched the cold skin of his waist, an action which made us both jump in our seats before I laid my whole hand, finger splayed, on the skin of his torso. Alec shuddered, and I felt it through my bones.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes fell closed, not even slowing the car down. I ran my fingers across the cracks in his back, feeling them close inch by inch under my fingers. I felt a tiny voice tell me I could easily dig my hand into his wounds and rip his torso in half. I didn't want too.

Alec Volturi trusted me.

"Thank you," his voice was barely audible, but I heard it.

"You're healing fast now," I noted.

His eyes were still closed. The car wasn't even swerving a little, "I guess."

I licked my lips, "Siobhan showed me. She does it to Liam all the time." Repeating the words in my head, I mentally kicked myself, hard, and bit down on my lip even harder.

A tiny smile crossed his lips, "Siobhan taught you well." And then it died, "Maggie?"

"Yes?'

"Don't show Aro that."

"Why?" I rubbed my thumb across his spine, "I thought you didn't lie."

Alec's mouth twitched, and then he turned toward me, "Secrets are not lies. Lies are weak. Secrets are power."

I withdrew my hand, "And I suppose all you care about is power."

Alec was silent, "Lies are weak because they corrupt only the weak. They corrupted my sister to the point that I can't even recognize her anymore. They corrupted Aro to let killers walk free."

"You believe Aro and Jane are weak?"

Alec hit the steering wheel angrily, making me jump in my seat. I'd never seen him angry. Even. I'd never seen him anything but…

Cold.

"Stop it!" he screamed.

"Stop what?" I yelled back, determined not to be frightened by his outburst.

"Taking my secrets!" he fixed me with a glare, "When you ask me questions, I'm meant to tell the truth but you make me tell you everything!"

"I don't make you do anything!"

Alec seemed to realize what he was doing, and slumped in his seat, "I'm sorry. That was stupid."

That was the truth, I realized. It made me shiver.

"Secrets," he breathed, "are a weapon that doesn't need to kill. Secrets are a weapon that destroy someone without drawing blood."

I paused, and then said quietly, "Like you do."

He stared at his hands, still white on the steering wheel, "What do you want me to tell you, Maggie?"

"Exactly what you've telling me all this time," I said softly.

"And what is that?"

I brought my hand back to his skin and this time he didn't flinch. I seemed to gravitate toward him.

"The truth."

I felt my body getting subconsciously closer his as I ran my fingers further up his body, sliding up the hard muscles of his chest as my mouth parted in a gasp. Alec turned his head, and one hand brushed my cheek. I could feel his breath on my lips, which almost made him normal, almost made me think of us as two human teenagers getting closer and closer…

Suddenly Alec jerked away and spun the wheel. I screamed as the car swerved sharply, smashing me sideways against him and the door as the car folded around the figure that had appeared in the middle of the road. He went skidding across the road, and I ended up lying across both seat with Alec's arms protecting my face and his leg somehow around mine, and my right arm hanging out the smashed window.

I pushed him away and shrieked involuntarily when I turned around. Having been unable to cover his face in protecting mine, a large shard of glass had become lodged in what appeared to be his cheekbone, inches from his eye. He was also out cold.

I dislodged the shard with a crack and a shudder, and rubbed quickly at the spiralling cracks lopping over his porcelain cheeks. I was distracted by a groan followed a vicious hiss. I turned and saw the pale man we'd hit dragging himself away, fear filling dark eyes. One arm was gone, but strangely he didn't appear to be bleeding. Claw marks ripped open the skin on his face and topless torso.

I wrenched my arm out of the window and detangled myself from Alec. He slumped lifelessly against the window as I crawled out the scattered front windscreen. Hissing the ground, black with skid marks and covered with dislodged car parts. The car was absolutely crushed- nothing that could be achieved by hitting a human. I walked slowly toward the groaning wretched mess dragging itself down the asphalt.

Suddenly he turned and hissed, obviously smelling me. Now that I was closer, I could see the redness in his pupils. The stump of his arm wasn't bleeding because it was rather broken off like china. And the sharp features of his face, long black hair and olive complexion, even with the cracks marring it, distinguished him even without the long black cape.

"Demetri?"

The Volturi guard gargled out a reply, his nails clawing at the pavement. He was pathetic, nothing like the lean, intimidating man that had faced us with the Cullen's. I nearly spat on him.

But I was not Siobhan.

I kneeled down an put my hand on his, "Demetri, stop. Stop. Alec's in the car. He'll find you here. You won't die. I'm not going to hurt you…Argg!"

He gripped my wrist with enough force to rip it off, "Help…*gack*"

"Demetri, I have to take my chance, no one will hurt you…"

When two cold hands knotted themselves in my hair and throw me back effortlessly with the strength of a grizzly bear, I realized that it hadn't been us Demetri had been dragging himself from. Or what ripped off his arm and mutilated his face.

Demetri had found The Red Lady.

I'm so excited to introduce Arwen XD! See you next chapter. Sorry about the cliffhanger in general and the cliffhanger AlecXMaggie moment. It was never going to be that easy. ;)