Monsters

Alec and Vvian knew it was wrong. She was a werewolf, he was a vampire. They belonged in different worlds. And yet it was happening – the impossible, unreal love between the two that would destroy them and crash them both down.

'we are the same, you and I' he told her as they were together in the short minutes of a guilty pleasure, a happiness that was forbidden.

'the same. How so' she asked him, her brown eyes widening.

'we're both children. Monsters.' HE EXPLAINED SIMPLY AND s

HE NODDED.

'I'll help you.' She said.

'you'll WHAT'

'I'll help you. To save Jane, I mean you know the main house. You enter it, you walk on the left. There's a trapdoor on the floor. It leads to the basement. Your sister is there. I will be waiting to her cell to help you.'

'Tell your people. We do it right, clean and without a trace. And most importantly – without sacrifices.'

He nodded.

'tomorrow night'

'tomorrow night'

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

That evening Astrid was nervous. She had an order. A very clear one. She wondered if she could do. If she would sacrifice her friend for power. But she had to. She had to.

'I'm selfish' she said.

'You aren't' Vivian argued.

'And cruel' Astrid continued.

'No, you just have that talent.'

'And gods, Vivian, I AM sorry'

A scream. Pain. Agony. The Alfa's order.

'it's nothing personal,' she was crying now, 'I am so sorry' but the sobs died deafened by the screams Vivian let under her so called friend's gaze.

'Vivian, Vivian. Did I not tell you to beware of vampires. You will betray us. For him' her father's voice cold, unfeeling.

'I'd do right. I'd help him' she screamed trashing against the Alfa's power.'

'He is a vampire Vivian! A vampire"

"I love him"

'then you die with him. You're either with the pack or against it'

Astrid did not cry. With Vivian's death she'd be the Beta.

'Astrid, darling' he purred. 'kill' the one word, the one whisper.

Kill, kill, kill. So she did. And ther was Vivian no more.

Xxxxx

Sulpicia was leaning against the window in the Cullen residence in grrece. Thje cold wing blew her blonde locks, messing rain fell on her cold unfeeling face forming the tears that she was unable to shed.

'sulpicia' his voice is a mere whisper but she knows it. Aro.

She does not move, does not turn, does not answer. So she doesn't see his pained tortured face, his hollow empty eyes

,please, he begs ' love, please. I made mistakes, I did, but please. I love you, sulpicia' the last is like a cry of pain and had she turned she woul have seen him. Fallen on his knees, reaching to her, but never touching fo he knows he doesn't have the right to and he's begging, but she never turns to see him. The master vampire begging his goddess on his knees to forgive him. He is ther for hours and neither move, nor brethe, nor speak until she whispers in a cold harsh voice.

'go away' and he does. Wet from the rain, shattered and destroyed he leaves. That night no one sees him or Tanya. There in a town a few killometres away trashing a house in a hungry act of desperation. He cries his wife's name that night, but Kate doesn'r really care as long as he is with her.

Xxxxxx

Bella doesn't really speak much. But she watches, she observes. The Volturi under their façade. And she is surprised. She always thought of them as a whole. An unbreakable group when it was not quite so. It was Marcus first. He turned Aro. And then Aro turned his sister. A few centuries later they were jouined by Caius, his mate and her cousin. And they were a family. A normal one. With ups and downs and with their happy moments and darkest days. But she knows thatno matter how strong apart, the ancients are the strongest toghether. And they are breaking.