You don't understand what you have until you lose it. If I knew that going here to Volterra would possibly separate me from Morgan—hopefully not permanently—I wouldn't have come here in the first place. If I didn't leave soon, regret and pain would consume me. I couldn't give up now. I had to think of Morgan. I will not abandon her. I have to figure out someway to—

"Damien?" a sickeningly familiar voice said.

I came back to reality. I was sitting on a chair in the Great Hall of Volterra. Jane was standing in front of me, trying to get my attention.

"What Jane?" I snapped, sounding a little harsher than I expected.

She didn't flinch. She kept on staring at me with her cold red eyes. It was unnerving.

"Listen, Damien," she said, straightening her posture to glare down at me, "you may hate me right now. And it's understandable. But what you don't understand is you belong here. Not with the Cullens or with the Morgan girl who takes up most of your time. You deserve—and should—be here with me. Or more exact, with us here at the guard. Aro needs your power so I'm actually doing you a favor."

"How?" I asked angrily.

"Aro," she began wistfully, "would've come a lot sooner and demanded you came back here. If you refused, he'd kill you. And most likely your wife. So, if you really think about it, I was doing you a favor." She said.

"Aro didn't seem to know why you came to get me." I retorted.

"He's acting coy. Isn't it obvious? You're just so oblivious you didn't see it." She shot back.

I thought about it.

It did make some sense.

"But, why won't I be able to see Morgan again?" I whispered.

"Damien," she said, thinking about her response carefully, "I'm not exactly sure. But, I think Aro thinks you'll just run back to Morgan and leave to somewhere we'll never find you again. Aro wants your power, Damien. And he'll be ruthless to get it." I said.

I sighed. Knowing Aro, I knew Jane was right. Aro wouldn't let me leave—without a fight, that is.

And honestly, what were the odds of me winning a battle against the entire guard? Not too good.

I'll just think until I can come up with a solution to get me out of here.

Morgan's Point of View:

…I don't know what to do. It's been at least 3 hours and most of the after party—which really only consisted of the Denali coven, Bella, and the Cullens—has left. Alice and Jasper went out hunting, Bella went home and Edward went with her (obviously). Carlisle and Esme are downstairs but I don't hear anything so I don't know what. I think they may've gone hunting, too. And about Emmett and Rosalie…who knows?

I looked up from the journal and sighed. It was so dull—at least from my perspective—without Damien here. Maybe I should go hunting just to get out of the house. It wasn't good to stay in here the entire day—not to mention unhealthy.

Maybe I'd go and see Bella. It's been awhile since I've seen Charlie. But, if I did, I should go hunting first.

Here's something ironic: A vampire without a life. Wow. You don't hear that one every day. Ha ha. Anymore of this and I'll probably lose my ability to be sarcastic forever.

I got up from the mahogany desk and continued out the front door to the outside. The night's cool and chilly wind caressed my face. I stared unseeingly into the woods, my bloodlust feeling like flames in my throat. I ran at an inhuman speed into the tall evergreens and jumped over the mossy undergrowth.

I landed on all fours—like an animal—on a rock. I stood up and breathed in deeply, letting my instincts take over. I was a lethal weapon then. The old, sane world disappeared as I became this new, stronger self. A sadistic self.

I sniffed and heard a twig crack from behind me. I spun around, growling.

I lurched back, realizing it was Alice that was trying to get my attention.

I returned to normal, thirst going back to the unquenchable thing it was.

"Alice?" I breathed, terrified that I had almost thought of killing her. It must've been the bloodlust in me.

"Morgan, what're you doing out here?"

"Oh," I said, the flow of venom to my throat going back to normal. The sun had just set and we were engulfed in darkness. I could see, however.

"I needed to get out of the house," I said, closing my eyes and sighing.

I felt Alice's curious eyes scrutinize me.

"I just needed to get out of that house!" I cried, burying my head in my hands. I couldn't take it anymore!
I needed to see Damien. I was self-destructing.

"Alice, can't we go to Volterra and get him back? Please?" I cried, my voice echoing eerily in the darkness of the forest.

"I'm sorry, Morgan," Alice said, quietly pursing her lips, "but we can't. We can't risk Aro getting you again! With your power—even though it's still developing—he could do whatever he wants! Do you know how easy it would be for him to ask one of us a secret we didn't want him to know, and he finding out just like that? We cannot take that big of a risk, Morgan!" she said.

"Are you saying," I said, my voice raising shrilly, "that I'll never be able to see Damien again?!"

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Hey everyone! Thank you for reading Twisted and if you don't understand something, you may want to go back to Rogue the original story of Morgan and Damien. I love feedback and if you think I need to change something or have an idea for a chapter, I'm all ears! I want to make Twisted longer than Rogue, but I'm starting to run out of plot ideas. So again, if you have one, feel free to send me a message! Thanks again for reading!! I'll try to update again soon!

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