(Alice's Point of View)

"I don't believe it." Damien said.

I sighed.

If only we could defeat every evil out there…but it's not possible!

"I know, Damien. But there's only 2 of them and how many of us? They'll be no problem."

"But—"

"And Damien? Please do us a favor and do not tell Morgan anything! Got it?"

"Alice, I don't know…"

"What's the sense in getting her even more nervous than she already is?"

"Well I…" He sighed. "Okay, Alice, you're right. I better go back to her before she gets anymore suspicious." He said in a low voice.

"All right. Bye, Damien."

"Keep me posted."

"Will do. See you."

I hung up.

I was about to go sit down on the couch when my head began to spin.

I saw two figures—a man and woman. The two nomads! The woman had Morgan pinned to the ground and the man was battling Damien. I think they were…oh no. If the vision was correct—which they usually were—Morgan was in serious trouble. Life-threatening. They were now heading to the island.

(Morgan's Point of View)

"Let's go back." I said, looking him directly in the eyes.

"But, why would you want to?! I mean, we just got here just some time ago, Morgan. We won't get another opportunity like this again." Damien said.

I sighed.

He's hiding something. I'm sure of it.

"Why hide it from me? Just tell me what's wrong, Damien. Please. I have the right as your wife to know what's happening. Don't tell me it's Jane again…" I whispered.

I shuddered. I hoped that vile girl never entered my life again.

"Oh, Morgan…it's not. Believe me when I say it's not."

"But how can I believe that…?" I whispered. "I know you're hiding something from me, Damien. I need to go back to Forks. Now." I demanded.

He sighed.

I turned and resumed packing up the rest of my things.

I felt his arms slide around my waist pulling me to him.

"Come on, Morgan…how could one more night hurt anything?" he whispered into my ear.

I was tempted, believe me, I was. I shook my head and cleared my throat.

"B-but, no! I have to go back…"

He kissed my jaw.

"Morgan, please?"

N-no! I can't let him make me change my mind like this!

"Morgan…?"

"N-no!" I said.

He let go.

"Morgan? Are you…alright…?"

I trembled violently for a moment.

"Oh, jeez, Morgan!" he grabbed hands and kissed them.

"I'm sorry…I just…I guess I just didn't want to leave. We were having such a fun time at all…" he said.

"I just…want to go back. P-please?" I whispered.

He smiled faintly and nodded.

"Let me call and tell them."

(Alice's Point of View)

"Oh, thank GOD Damien it's you! I was meaning to call you…"

Currently at the Cullen household, Edward was with Bella at her house. Jasper, Emmett and Rose were out hunting. Esme was here with me and Carlisle was at the hospital.

"Yes! Come back! Yes today! We need you back immediately!"

"Really? Why the sudden urgency?" Damien asked.

"They're coming for you." I said.

"W-what?! Okay, we're coming back right now. See you."

"Yup, bye…" I hung up.

I hope they got home soon and safely…

(Morgan's Point of View)

After we got back home—which took a little while—Alice hugged me.

"Uh…is something wrong?" I asked.

"Er…no! Everything's perfectly fine! I just…missed you is all!"

I looked at her unbelievingly.

"I know something's up, you guys. I'm not that naïve."

"What do you mean, Morgan?" Alice asked innocently—tried to sound innocent.

"Something's happening. Guys, I can handle it. Okay?"

"There's nothing to tell." Alice said.

I sighed.

"Be that way. I'm going up to my room."

Damien looked at me.

I trudged up the stairs and entered my bedroom.

I sat on my desk chair and buried my head in my hands.

"Morgan…?" I heard Damien's voice as he entered the room.

I muttered "Go away…"

But it came out muffled.

"Oh, Morgan…" he said, playing with a strand of my hair.

"Why can't you tell me?" I asked.

"It's better this way, honest. And we may not even have to worry about this, anyway."

"Is it…life threatening? I have the right to know if it threatens my life, after all." I muttered.

I looked at him.

He stayed silent.

What is he hiding from me? Why can't he tell me? It's so…nerve-racking waiting to know this big news…I feel empty inside because no one trusts me enough to tell me.

"I'm sorry, sweetie…" Damien said, kissing my hair.

I sighed.

"But…"

"Shh…" he whispered, kissing my lips this time.

This is different from usual. It feels like…maybe even Alice doesn't know what's happening. I mean, because if they knew how this—whatever it was—would play out, they wouldn't need to keep it a secret.

He let go of me and walked out of my room.

"D-don't go!" I cried, afraid if he left he'd never come back. Maybe that trip to Volterra scarred me in more ways than one…

He came back in the door way and smiled.

"Morgan, I'll be right down stairs."

"O-okay…" I felt like an abandoned child. I leaned on Damien—maybe too much now.

I heard his footsteps echo down the halls as he went down the stairs.

After I was completely positive that I wouldn't be overheard, I crept to the outside of my door and followed the stair case down so I could hear them but they could not see me.

I mentally scanned everyone's. None of them Edward's. Good. He wouldn't be able to read my thoughts.

"…you never know! She could be in grave danger. Even though there's only two, I got the feeling they were very powerful. The woman's partly human, I sensed it." Alice said.

I held my breath—since I didn't even need to breath, after all.

"The man has special powers; but I don't know them yet." Alice continued. "But it's only a matter of time."

I swallowed hard. What were they talking about? A man and a woman…

"We can't just sit here and wait for them to come and kill Morgan!" Damien said.

Kill me…? Who'd want to…kill me? My heart jumped for a second. Maybe…maybe it's the Volturi! Maybe Jane got so mad that she sent Felix, Demetri and the others after me!!

"If they created her, why would they even want to kill her in the first place?" Alice wondered out loud.

Apparently Jasper, Rose, Carlisle, and Emmett were still out. Along with Bella and Edward.

"We have to protect her somehow…" Esme said quietly.

"I remember when they first showed up they were making a joke about killing me. They said they enjoyed the 'thrill'," I shuddered, "about killing their own kind." Alice said.

The vampires who created me…were after me? No! It's just not possible… it couldn't be! After all this time…why now?!

Trying to stifle a gasp, I went back up the stairs—quietly—and went back to my room. I shut and locked the door. I sat down and put my hand on my forehead. This couldn't be happening…

Not again. Not now.

Why do things like this always happen to me?!