Chapter 18- Dangerous

Wyatt

The air in the garage was cold and smelled familiar, gasoline and oil a strong, comforting odor. The garage had always been my home away from home, and although this had cars I could only dream of working on, reminded me of when I worked at the shop in town, before I was let go. I found myself staring at the shinny cars and the two motorcycles off to the side. There was a red Ferrari that hadn't been there when Mac had told me her big secret. It was an older model, my guess would be a 2009, but I wasn't sure. How clean it was and the low mileage as I peered down at the dash told me it wasn't driven very often.

A sigh echoed in the garage, the sound ricocheting off the cement walls, quiet and yet loud like the wind. I turned around, glancing at Bella Cullen, who was leaning against a work table with tools littered around it. "It was a gift from Edward, but honestly, I hated it. Ostentatious and all that. My car had been a truck and when it broke down, he bought me a Mercedes. Then when I was turned, he bought me that thing. I'm a simple girl, I would still take my truck over that, even after all these years."

Her voice was like bells, and I tried to imagine what she looked like as a human. Mac told me once that her eyes used to be brown, the exact replica of Renesmee's. I found myself staring at her. There were pictures on the wall that I'd seen of her. She was human in them. I could see the resemblance, but at the same time, I couldn't. She wasn't what you would call average anymore. When looking at her human pictures, I would have called her ordinary. It made me wonder how I would turn out.

She rubbed the back of her neck in a completely human way, explaining the fact that she was nervous, even as a vampire. "Uh, Edward said you wanted to talk," she said, her voice calm even though her demeanor was anything but.

I nodded, pushing myself away from the shinny red sports car and toward her. I stared at her now golden eyes, trying to picture them on my face. Trying to picture myself with a bell like voice, but knowing how low Emmett's voice, I doubted I would sound like angels singing. "I wanted to know…" I trailed off, unsure of how to proceed. It's not like I knew the protocol of this kind of thing.

She didn't even blink. Which made me wonder if she got more confident when she became a vampire. From all the stories I had heard over the past months, Bella used to be shy and quick to blush. She wasn't like that now. "You mean you want to know why I became a vampire?" she asked, staring directly into my eyes.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Yeah, I guess so."

She smiled, her eyes looking lost in thought. "You love MacKayla." She said it like a statement rather than a question.

I felt a small grin tug the corners of my lips up at her comment, an image of Mac stealing over my brain. "Yeah, I do."

"And you're thinking of becoming a vampire for her." Her eyes were all knowing, staring at me as if she could see into my very soul.

"I would do anything to live for her, with her," I answered, my voice not even wavering.

"And that's why I did it. But you'll find the Mac inherited Edward's morals. Which would mean that she it against your plan for a happily-ever-after."

I sighed. "I mentioned it to her today and she wouldn't hear it at all. Shot me down and said we just weren't going to talk about it."

"I can relate. But do you really want to become a vampire?" she asked, her eyes kind and understanding.

"I would become anything for her," I repeated. I looked over at her. "Do you regret it?"

She startled me by saying, "Sometimes."

I stared at her in shock, not expecting her to say something like that.

She laughed at my expression, the sound like a thousand bells ringing in a church bell tower. "Wanted me to tell you the world is full of roses? Of course there are times where it crosses my mind, that there are a few things I could do if I were still human, like have a child. However, I take a step back and look at all I've gained. And it reminds me of all the reasons I did this for. All the people I did this for. I have a daughter, three beautiful grandchildren, and an adoring, prefect husband. In all honesty, I believe that what I did was for the best and that I wouldn't change my decisions for the world. I love all that I have."

I jumped up onto the table, ignoring the fact that I was probably gonna get stains on my pants. I turned over her words in my head, imagining myself as a vampire, spending eternity with Mac. Myself with golden eyes myself with pale, hard skin. Would Mac still love me if I were a vampire, if I were like the rest of her family? I touched my cheek, my fingers falling on the grain of stubble poking through the skin. It was still soft, my skin. I couldn't wrap my head around the possibility of it not being like this ever again.

I reached forward unthinkingly towards her and she flinched backward. "Sorry," I muttered sheepishly.

"No," she said, "just warn me next time. Your pretty quick for a human."

I flashed a dimpled grin in her direction. "Sports," was all I said as I reached forward again, this time considerably slower, letter her gauge my movements. Her skin was cold and hard, a little bit like a stone that had been sanded down to a flat, smooth expanse of granite. My fingers traced her cheek while my opposite hand slid across my own. "It's hard for me to imagine my cheek feeling like yours."

She shrugged. "You get used to it. I never questioned this life though, when I was human. I had plenty of time to think about it, to wonder if what I had in mind was the right thing to do. Edward, though, meant everything to me and I found that I wanted to be a vampire with him more than I wanted anything else. I had never wanted kids or to get married, but with him, all bets were off. When I discovered myself to be pregnant, I suddenly knew I wanted this, a part of him and a part of me, the best parts of us, coming together and creating life."

Her eyes had a wistful, far away look in them as she stared at the shiny, European car. "Do I regret my choices? No, I wouldn't trade anything I have for what I once did. Sometimes life hands you cards you only get dealt once in a lifetime and you only have a little bit of time to either accept it or decline, but you have to know that it won't come up again. The offer only lasts for a short period of time before it goes away and you're left wondering about the 'what ifs.' "

I stared at her in shock again. Because she was so right. The only way I could ever spend eternity with MacKayla was to become a vampire. That was the only way. I swallowed thickly, regarding her with, I'm sure, a very nervous expression. "Does it hurt?"

Her expression steeled a little with an understanding undertone. "More than you can possibly comprehend."

I blinked and looked down at my feet. I had already known the answer to that, didn't it? Was that the reason MacKayla had shut down all possibilities of the idea? I was used to pain, albeit maybe not even close to the level Bella had hinted at, but I knew I would handle it, for Mac. I knew that I could. "Thanks, for not sugar coating anything," I whispered.

She smiled kindly at me, her golden eyes twinkling with love like I was her son her something. She put a hand on my shoulder. "Wyatt, I know you'll make the right decision in the end. And I know Mac will understand, in due time. I believe things happen for a reason. And our little discussion will help you better understand all of this. In the end though, remember that this isn't Mac's ultimate decision, it is yours."

I nodded to her, running a hand through my hair, pulling at it at the roots. Yeah, this was my decision, but the fact that I knew Mac didn't want this for me, made me get tense about making the wrong choice. Would Mac ever learn to forgive me? Would she be able to love me when I no longer was soft or warm? Would the fact that I was still technically Wyatt Parker be enough for her? My insecurities threw themselves at me, chocking me. I was never truly very good under this kind of pressure. Hand me a basketball with five seconds left and we're losing by two and I'll be able to shoot a three pointer, but this, this went beyond everything I knew about. Beyond my entire self. This was something that involved more than one person.

"Wyatt, are you going to throw up?"

I glanced up at her sharply, not remembering that she as still there. "No. Sorry. Forgot that I was transparent."

She laughed a little at that. "Don't get so worked up about it. Talk it over with Mac, let her understand where you're coming from and see if you can get her to come over to the darkside, and if not, know that I'm on your side, even though I prefer to be on my own side."

I swallowed thickly. "Yeah, 'course."

She smiled and shocked me by pulling me into a hug, albeit an awkward one, but I hugged her back nonetheless. She ruffled my hair as she pulled away, a very maternal look of satisfaction on her face. "You can talk to me anytime you need to, about vampires of something else," she said. "You should probably get home now, it's almost time for dinner I'm sure."

If only she knew, I thought but smiled widely at her when she waved goodbye. The door shut, and I took a deep breath of the gas and oil. I pulled out my cell phone and texted Mac.

I love you, MacKayla.

I slumped down, staring at my phone, waiting for a reply from her. A few seconds later, my phone vibrated in my hand and the screen lit up, announcing a text from Mac.

Silly human, I love you, too.

I quickly replied.

I miss you, Two Socks.

Again, she replied almost immediately.

Wyatt, are you okay? You left like, twenty minutes ago.

I went to reply, but she called me. "Hello?"

"Wyatt? What's wrong?" her voice was rushed, hurried. "Do you need me to come over and beat the crap out of your vile mother?"

I cracked a smile. "Baby, you don't need to come over. I just wanted to tell you that I loved you again. And I do miss you. The minute you got out of the car I missed you."

It was silent for a few heartbeats while I waited for her to say something. "I did, too," she whispered. "Missed you, I mean. I always do."

"Oh Mac," I sighed, jumping down from the work table and meandering towards the door.

"Wyatt, do you really think that the way you feel is only one-sided? 'Cause it's not."

I chuckled lightly, getting into my truck and shutting the door. I sat there, staring out of the windshield. "I didn't, but thank you for letting me know," I said lightly.

"Anytime, Ducky. Anytime you need to be reminded, I will gladly fill you in," she said suggestively.

"Hmm, now your getting me all hot and bothered, Mackie." I turned my truck on and began driving down her long driveway.

"Wyatt, are you just now leaving?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah," I said, wondering if I should tell her. Okay, I knew I should, the true question was did I want to. I was a horrid liar, and I knew she would see right through me, yet I knew she would be pissed at me when I told her. Was it worth it? There would be no secrets, but would I be able to talk to her again tonight without her hanging up on me?

"Wyatt? Why the hell are you just now leaving? What were you doing for twenty minutes?"

"I was talking to Bella," I whispered.

The silence was nearly deafening. I could hear her harsh breathing on the other end of the line and I wondered why I didn't at least attempt to lie about it. But then I remembered that I loved this woman.

"Wyatt… I thought we had talked about this." Her tone was flat, but I heard the underlying emotion that she hadn't been able to hide. She was upset, and not the angry, pissed off kind.

"No, we didn't talk about it. I tried to talk to you about it and you shut down. I want us to think about this. I want you to know that I would do anything for you, and if it meant becoming a vampire for you, I sure as hell would. Right away. If I knew you wouldn't kill me for it."

If you could hear a smile, she would've made a noise on the other end. But I knew she was smiling, even if it was just a little bit and there was no noise to indicate it. "Wyatt… I'm not making any promises," she said.

"That's all I'm asking for. Just to talk about it. Think about. We don't need to make any decisions right away. Just know that I threw it out there, okay? It's on the table. Sit on it for a little while for me, will ya?" I turned down onto the highway, getting close to my street.

"Wyatt." I most definitely heard a smile that time.

"I love you, Mac. Try not to forget that little tidbit."

Her tinkling laugh echoed throughout my cab. "I love you back, Ducky."

MacKayla

I could still feel his fingers, his lips on my skin. I still tingled and I was sore in places I didn't know existed, but it was well worth it. I couldn't stop thinking about it, feeling it. After we had our little escapade on his shirt by the waterfall, we switched to the hot spring. And it got really hot. It made me tingle even more just thinking about it.

"Mac," he had whispered, his lips sliding along my collarbone. His five o'clock shadow was going to leave marks and the thought really got me going, my legs rubbing together, trying to get friction going in the place that pulsated for him the most.

His hand cupped my breast, his thumb sliding easily along my taut nipple, water dripping between our bodies. He kneaded my flesh, his thigh splitting mine apart. I could feel him, hard and hot against my lower belly and I moaned, throwing my head back, imagining him inside me. He took advantage of the expanse of skin now easily accessible, his soft lips attacking my throat, his tongue finding my pulse and licking up it to my chin.

His lips once again molded to mine as I let him settle between my thighs, lining up in the spot where I needed him. I lifted my legs around his waist and turned him around, digging my knees into the wet mud, cornering him. He groaned my name.

"I want to try something," I whispered, lowering myself onto him with a moan. "I wanna let go, feel your emotions along side mine."

"Isn't that dangerous?" he asked in a breathy, husky tone, his hands holding my ass to him as I began to move, enjoying the feel of him inside me greatly.

"It could be. I've never tried this before. It is possible I could blackout." I moved my hips slowly, wanting this to last a life time.

"Mac…"

"Please."

His intense cobalt blue eyes locked with mine and he sighed, leaning forward to kiss me, our tongues doing an arousing tango. Our eyes stayed open the entire time. "Okay," he said against my lips.

And so I let go. Slowly at first, gauging how this was going to end. And then I felt him. I could feel the love for me pouring out of him, his need for me. Then I could feel his pleasure of me so tightly wrapped around him. I moved my hips faster, feeling my pleasure build in raptures, his own helping me along, the sound of water splashing nearly deafening.

My head fell back with a scream as I climaxed violently, shaking in his arms. My legs quivered around his hips and he moaned loudly, using my hips in his hands as leverage to pump himself inside me as I squeezed him and the pleasure he felt coursed through me, sending me into another orgasm. I felt him twitch right before he came, my name piercing on his lips.

I fell against him, our harsh breathing and the water on our bodies mingling. He waited until both our heartbeats slowed down to a normal rhythm before speaking. "Holy fucking hell, MacKayla," he breathed. "I am not going to lie, that was the hottest fucking thing I have ever fucking seen."

I smiled and kissed his neck. "I'll say. We should do that more often."

"Fuck yes, baby."

I smiled at the memory, listening to the birds sing outside while I had leftovers from the previous night. Wyatt was everything I could ever hope for, but I wondered if our way of life would be able to sustain him. He said I would be enough for him, but he can't possibly know the ramifications of his choice were he to really choose to become a vampire. He thinks he knows but he can't. He can't possibly understand.

"What's with the smile?" Aiden asked, sliding onto a bar stool beside me, Leah doing the same on my other side.

"Mac, are you glowing?" Leah smirked, bumping me with her shoulder.

"Maybe," I said coyly.

"Ew, can we not talk about the fact that my baby sister got laid? Please?" Aiden pleaded, taking a fry off my plate.

"Hey!" I said, slapping at his hand. "It's not like we don't talk about your sex life. I hear it every damn night." I took the fry from his hand just as it reached his mouth and popped it into my mouth, satisfied with the look of surprise on his face.

"You do not," he stated, although I had a feeling he was worried that I might.

"No I don't, but it got you thinking, didn't it?" I said, a crooked grin plastered on my face.

"God, you suck," he muttered, taking an apple from a bowl on the counter and chomping into it.

"Yes, yes I do." Just to screw with him.

He gagged, awarding me with a laugh from Leah. "I taught you so well, Mac. So well," she said with a warm smile, clapping me on the back. We were sisters after all, even after her hurtful comment at lunch earlier in the day. She was abrasive and almost never thought before she spoke. We all knew that and I always forgave her when her mouth ran away from her.

I finished my burger quietly while Leah and Aiden talked adamantly about their wedding in June. I hadn't even remembered that it was so soon and it made me feel like a bad sister, forgetting my own brother's wedding. My fingers found the ring strung around my neck and I rubbed the diamond with my thumb and index finger in thought. When were Wyatt and I gonna get married? We hadn't even really thought about it. Funny how he wanted to become a vampire without even being married to me. Did he want that more? Would he rather be a vampire than marry me? My stomach dropped at the thought.

I reached behind my neck and unhooked the clasp. The ring fell into my palm and I slipped it onto my left ring finger, admiring its beauty and the light reflecting off of it. I was doubting Wyatt and our relationship again, wasn't I. I did that a lot. It bothered me that I did that, but I didn't know how to not do it. For someone who felt right in their own skin, I sure as hell was insecure about a lot of things. And after the day I had, I shouldn't be questioning the way Wyatt felt for me. It was pretty damn obvious he loved me.

Right?

A feeling of dread entered my stomach, making it lurch unsteadily. Something was wrong. Something was happening.

"Hey," Aiden said, rubbing my back. "What is it?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. I just have a really bad feeling."

"I know," he startled me by saying. "I feel it, too."

I glanced over at Leah and she was nodding in agreement. "I feel it," she whispered.

I thought I was going to throw up. I picked up my phone and dialed Wyatt's number, needing to feel reassured.

"Mac, are you alright, it's late." His voice calmed me, but it felt like déjà vu, our conversation almost mirroring our earlier one, only backwards.

"Wyatt, can I come get you?" I asked, rubbing the band part of my ring with my thumb.

"Yeah, sure. Hailey is at a friend's house."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

It didn't take me long to drive to Wyatt's house, my adrenaline pumping through my veins. Wyatt was waiting for me on the sidewalk. I parked the car and flew out, pulling him into my arms, kissing the living day lights out of him. I was so relieved to know he was okay, but the fear, the dread, gnawed at my stomach still.

"Mac, talk to me. Don't leave me in the dark. Please."

"Something bad is going to happen, I can feel it. Everyone can feel it. I need to know your safe, come with me, please," I said into his shirt, surprised to feel tears falling slightly.

"Okay," he whispered. "Okay. Let's go."

We drove back in silence, but I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. I pulled into the drive, parking my car in the garage. He got out and took my hand in his, his lips lingering on my white knuckles.

"Everything is going to be fine, MacKayla," he said, trying to comfort me.

"You don't know that, Wyatt. You can't know that."

"And what if I do?"

"You don't."

The house was quiet, too quiet. I felt like I was in some really bad horror film, but I could hear the breathing and low talking of my family. It helped me feel safer, knowing that nothing occurred while I was gone. I pulled Wyatt into the house. Everyone was congregated around Alice in the living room, but nothing was happening.

"I can't see anything!" she screeched. "I can't!

"Ally, it's okay. We understand," Emmett murmured.

"You don't! You don't understand," she yelled, her hands balling into fists. "Something is going on, and I don't know what it is. Something big. Something bad." Her eyes fell to me and Wyatt standing awkwardly in the hallway. "But I don't know the when or the why. I don't know. I don't know anything."

She began trembling and I got worried. I squeezed Wyatt's hand in mine, which he immediately reciprocated. My mom got up from the couch. "Why don't you two go on up to bed. I trust you won't do anything I wouldn't," she suggested.

I nodded mechanically and tugged Wyatt up the stairs with me. I stole one of Aiden's shirts before we made it to my room. I shut the door behind us and handed him the Mariner's t-shirt. He wordlessly shrugged into it and stripped off his pants, standing in my bedroom in his boxers and my brother's shirt. He was still sexy. He climbed beneath the covers and watched me with half-lidded eyes while I changed into a tank top and shorts.

I got in beside him, his arms reaching out and pulling me against him.

"God, you are so warm. And you smell good," he muttered, his face buried in my hair.

I felt myself smile against my better judgment. "I took a shower after we got home."

I snuggled against him with a soft sigh. I felt so safe and secure in his arms that I wondered why I was freaking out about him wanting to become a vampire over wanting to marry me. "I love you," I murmured, aware that I had only said it a bazillion times that day.

However, he seemed to understand for he pulled me tighter to him, holding me like I was a lifeline. "I love you, too, baby."

***

The morning woke me bright and early. I was glad that it was a Saturday and that I didn't have to get up early for school. I sighed, deep and heavy, snuggling even more into the warm, breathing body beside me.

Wyatt's front was up against my back, his arm slung beneath my breasts. I smiled and lowered my hand over his, holding it to my skin. I could feel his breath on my neck and I turned over gently, not wanting to wake him yet. I stared at him, his face peaceful, his mouth slack ever so slightly. My hand reached up of its own accord and traced the line of his soft, pink lips, feeling his breath fan out over the pads of my fingers. It made me tingly.

I leaned up slowly and placed my lips on his, stealing his breath as he woke up, his beautiful, piercing sapphire eyes fluttering. I pulled back with a grin. "Morning," I chirped.

"Mmm, wake me like that every morning for the rest of my life and I'll die a very happy man," he said, leaning down to really kiss me.

Absurdly, I felt a giggle shimmy its way up my throat. "I'll make sure to file that away, Wyatt."

"Mmm, be sure to," he said against my lips.

However, my good mood began to dissipate as dread sank in. I had forgotten about last night. I shot out of bed and right into the shower, Wyatt groaning from the bed before joining me. We kept to our respective sides of the shower, both of us remembering the day before now.

We got dressed quickly, me in a pair of jeans and a grey sweater, Wyatt in dark jeans and a blue t-shirt that someone had brought in last night while we were sleeping. We walked hand in hand down the stairs, both of us solemn in our disposition. The house was eerily silent, and my stomach dropped and lurched, making me feel nauseous. I blocked out everyone's emotions so I could just feel my own, so I wouldn't have to feel worse than I already did.

My family was seated in the living room again and I wondered if any of them had moved from their spots last night at all. Alice was sitting on the floor, concentration evident on her face. Jasper was seated behind her, his legs on either side of her, his head resting on her shoulder.

Something was up.

"Oh, good, you two are up. There are waffles in he kitchen," Bella said, dragging us into the kitchen against our free will.

"What's going on?" I asked hesitantly as Wyatt and I sat down and began to eat the blueberry waffles drenched in maple syrup.

"Nothing so far," Bella answered. "Alice hasn't seen anything yet. But she said it was just a matter of time now."

Suddenly a gasp was heard and the three of us rushed back to the living room.

Alice was in a state of shock, her body shaking. Her eyes were huge, staring at Edward and then at me and Wyatt. "It's the Volturi. They're coming. Again

Uh-oh, another cliffie?

I had to stop it there, my muse can only work for so long :) I'm having upload issues so I had to paste this on my last chapter . Annoying. Anyway, review! Hope you liked this chapter, 'cause I sure as hell had fun.