Ch 8. Sibling Bonding Time.
Rebecca's P.O.V..
As soon as I went upstairs I checked the phone I'd left on the bedside table to charge. Taylor had called twice and left messages. I called my voice mail.
"Hey Baby, it's just me. I wanted to make sure you made it to Ontario alright. Call me when your settled, love you. Bye."
The second message was much the same and about ten minutes ago. Mentally checking Hanson's tour schedule I remembered they were home in Oklahoma. I dialed automatically.
"Hello." A woman's voice answered the phone.
"Hi gorgeous." I use the nickname Caius gave her years ago.
"Hey yourself sugar. Tay's busy at the moment, but since I know he's been wearing a hole in the floor, I'll go get him for you." Natalie's southern accent is as thick as ever. Her end goes silent for several seconds.
"Rebecca?" Taylor's voice breaks the silence.
"Hey." I can't quite keep my voice from cracking. It's been a few days since the last time I cried. I hear a door close and it gets real quiet on his end. Total quiet is rare, as Taylor currently has four children. Plus a large extended family that is always around.
"How long?" he asks. Taylor and I have a long history together and he knows everything about me. He knew Caius as well. And yes he is in on the secret. As are his wife and his brothers.
"Three days." I squeak. The last time I'd cried was when I'd packed some small things of Caius' that I brought with me.
Alice's P.O.V..
After hearing that conversation I realized he'd just done what I planned to do. And probably with much more finesse then I'd manage. After all I hardly knew Rebecca. I would offer her my condolences for her loss and let it be. At least for now.
"What's up, Alice?" she asks, turning to me now.
"I just wanted to see how your settling in. Do you want any help?" I ask.
"I'm settling in fine. And if you want you can help me organize my closet. I brought way more then what I need but then I always was a clothes horse." She explains as she starts closing up empty suitcases and trunks.
We spent the next few hours sorting through her massive amount of clothes. Designer jeans. Handbags and tons of shoes. She rivals me with her fashion sense. Armani, Gucci, Prada, Burberry, I was in heaven.
As we sort and fold, we talk. She tells me about Jane, Chelsea, and Heidi. All of whom are her closest friends. Jane she regards as a sister.
"The thing with Jane is she hates to be treated like a child. She's almost a thousand years old." Rebecca explained.
It's odd hearing about any Volturi member in such good light. I tell her about some of my favorite family moments. Show her a photo album of various family times. Baseball games, holiday's, even some old high school graduations.
As I was picking through the last trunk I came across a huge scrapbook. This trunk was all nick knacks and pictures. I helped her hang a gorgeous painting above her bed. It was a starry night, with a huge glowing full moon. The moonlight showed a beautifully vibrant rose garden, with roses of all colors. Sitting on a stone bench was Rebecca. Her gown was a midnight blue as dark as the sky above her. She sat in the exact center of the garden, her eyes downcast to the fully bloomed red roses she held in one hand. Her long blonde hair painted in loose ringlets.
"Beautiful isn't it?" she asks, upon seeing my complete and utter fascination with this masterpiece. If hung next to the Mona Lisa it would outshine her.
"Amazing." I reply, as I notice the way the moonlight makes it seem as if Rebecca herself is glowing with inner light.
"Caius painted it. It was a present for our 200th wedding anniversary."
"I'd of never guessed." I mumble, awed by the sheer beauty. Even more awed that one who seemed so cold, so cruel, could wrought such amazing work.
"Why? Did you think Caius a monster too?" Rebecca's voice goes hard. She knows that we aren't exactly the Volturi's biggest supporters.
"No. I was terrified of him, but I did hope there was more to him." I admitted, honestly remembering the first time I'd ever seen him. When I'd taken Bella to get Edward. I felt sorry for Marcus, having to live in such misery. Aro gave me the creeps, seeing as I knew he wanted me. No thank you. Caius barely spoke while we were there. But just the sheer malice he exuded terrified me.
"What you saw that day in the throne room was Caius playing his part." she said. I hung up the last of the dresses and turn to face her. She's sat on the edge of the bed. We did the decor in various tones of blue and green. The bedspread is ocean blue while the sheets are grass green. The pillows match the comforter.
"I'm sorry for your loss." I say quietly. I wanted to say more, but I just can't. For once I am at a loss. There's nothing I can say that will magically heal the pain she feels. I wish there was.
"Thank you Alice."
A.N. So this is a bit of a filler but I wanted to get her bonding with her new siblings. As always this is SM's world, I just play with it. I have to specially thank Jasper's Little Sweetheart for her review and the idea she gave me.