Alice's Point of View:

I was talking quietly with Carlisle, but every once in a while I'd look up the stairs to make sure Morgan wasn't trying to do anything…sneaky.

"Alice!" Edward said suddenly. I looked up at him.

Is she trying to…? I thought.

He nodded.

"Go get her, then!" I hissed.

He dashed out the door. He was probably one of the only ones that could catch her—because she was a newborn, so who knew the extent of her power.

"LET GO OF ME!!" I heard Morgan scream.

"Morgan, get inside. Now." Edward growled.

"N-no! Let me go to Damien! Let me see him now!!"

I ran out there to see Edward's arms wrapped around her waist in a vise grip and Morgan was flailing her arms.

"Aw, Morgan…" I whispered.

She turned her intense glare onto me.

"And you," she snarled, her voice low and raspy, "tell him to let go of me. Tell him to let go of me NOW!" she screamed.

I was shocked. I've never seen Morgan like this…ever. When Jane took Damien…that must've made her snap. And I mean majorly. Morgan looks as if nothing else would please her—other than getting Damien back—than to kill all of the Volturi right now.

Edward flinched a little but didn't let go. Morgan gave once last shriek of protest and went limp.

"Do you think she's…unconscious?" I whispered.

"She's not. She's just trying to block the world out right now. We should leave her be. I'll take her to the living room and keep an eye on her." Edward said.

I nodded sadly.

Morgan… I'm sorry.

Morgan's Point of View:

I was engulfed in darkness. Images of people I knew, people I loved swirled around me. What was this? Was I…dead?

"Morgan…" I heard a whisper. I looked around, searching for the voice that'd called out my name.

"Who's there?" I asked.

A person appeared in front of me. The sight made me drop to my knees.

"Damien…?" I whispered.

He smiled at my sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, love. But you'll have to wait until I come home. I don't want you going to Volterra yourself." He said in that absolutely lovely voice of his.

"B-but…What's happening there? Are they hurting you or anything?!" I cried.

He shook his head and chuckled. "You worry too much, Morgan."

"Damien! I can't wait any longer! Being away from you it's…it's…so excruciatingly painful! I can't stand it!!" I shouted.

He put his hand on my cheek.

"Damien…I…I miss you. I miss you so much!"

"It's all right. Don't worry, Morgan. I will be home soon. I guarantee it." He said, taking his hand back.

He helped my stand up and gave me one simple kiss. But then he pulled away. I opened my eyes and I realized I was all alone once again.

"NO!! Damien! Don't…don't leave me!!"

"Morgan! Morgan? Are you all right?" I heard another voice. Deeper this time.

My eyes fluttered open and I realized I was laying in the couch with Alice bent over me.

"W-what happened?"

"Oh, geez Morgan! You scared me!" Alice breathed.

"What happened?" I repeated.

"You…well, you were crying out in your sleep."

I felt something wet slide down my cheek. "Is this…a tear?" I asked, scooping up the water droplet up with my finger.

I saw Carlisle and Edward exchange looks.

"I thought that…I was old vampires couldn't cry…" I said.

Was I not a vampire after all? What was the meaning of this? What was happening? It's just all happening so fast!!

"Morgan," Carlisle said, stepping forward, "I'm sorry to keep it a secret for this long, but…that day, when you were turned…something happened."

"What…?"

"But before I tell you, know that I am truly sorry for not telling you this news sooner. We couldn't tell you when you were first turned because it would've been too traumatizing for you. But…we have reason to believe that you're only half vampire."

I stopped breathing for a moment. Everything in my life just stopped. I couldn't blink, my mind was a blur…everything stopped.

"How…what do you mean?!" I cried.

"Well," Carlisle took a deep breath.

"When we found you in the woods, while those nomads were drinking your blood, the woman may have been only half vampire herself. Even though her partner was a full-blooded vampire himself, she was not. We didn't realize this until we had brought you home to here. You were crying in your sleep, and vampire—full-blooded ones—can't cry.

"This is when we—Edward and I—began to suspect that something here was…wrong. We didn't want to worry you so we didn't tell you." Carlisle said.

"Do…do they already know?" I asked, meaning Alice and the others.

Carlisle nodded. "I told them to watch you because even if you are as newborn vampire, you still are part human therefore…partly vulnerable."

I swallowed. A bead of sweat trickled down my neck. It wasn't cold in the room but I shivered anyway. Knowing that I was so half-breed beast…what was I?!

"Damien…does he know?" I whispered.

Carlisle shook his head.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself not to start crying all over again. Even though I could've cried a million times before…I thought I really was a full-blooded vampire so I didn't think about crying at all. I don't think I even was sad during the time when Damien first left.

Sure I was lonely, but never on the ground sobbing uncontrollably. This was unbelievable. Impossible. No word fully did it justice. How could I not know that I was a stinking half-breed?!

Of course, I wasn't angry at the Cullens—how could one be?—more…frustrated with myself.

"I have to leave." I said. I didn't want to hurt them, just be angry with myself. I didn't care if Aro, Marcus or Caius killed me. It didn't matter. I just had to get out of here.

"Wait! Morgan!" Alice said, grabbing my hand.

I whipped my hand out of her grip.

"Let go of me. I need to be with Damien. Nothing else matters!"I shouted.

Rosalie shifted uncomfortably from the back, wanting to say something but couldn't.

"Morgan? Are you insane? You can't go to Volterra! They'll kill you! Jane will…" Alice shuddered. "Knowing her, she'll probably try to challenge you are something…"

I shook my head angrily. "I don't care. I just want to see him! If I die…if I die…it won't matter!" I got up and bolted out of the living room to outside. On my way out, I grabbed Alice's keys to her yellow Porsche.

"MORGAN!!" I heard Alice cry.

"Let her go," I heard Edward's voice before I turned the ignition. "Let her seem him. She needs to. She's self-destructing."

He said more, but I didn't hear because the Porsche's engine drowned out the rest of his words.

Blinking rapidly—because of tears—I sped out of the driveway.

As the wind blew through my hair I knew nothing would stop me now.

Nothing. I was free. I would see Damien, and we would be together at long last.