Okay, so I have decided not to let this whole fiasco get to me anymore and continue with my story. Her claims are baseless and I am quite sure now that she was just bored and trying to start trouble. Either way I am innocent, I have nothing to hide and I will continue with this story.

I promise the updates will be constant from now on : )

I hope you enjoy this chapter.


"Alec…" I watched her soft lips call my name and realised that I had frozen in shock. I had never wanted to kiss anyone in my life… let alone a human. But Evelyn was no ordinary human. She was amazing, beautiful, trusting and understanding… she was perfect. I was a vampire, a monster and she didn't seem to care. She saw through it all and looked straight into the soul I thought I'd lost three hundred years ago.

"I'm s-sorry" I stuttered. I was actually stuttering now. She must think I'm pathetic was pathetic.

"That's okay…" she trailed off and I watched the nostrils of her tiny nose flare and a hungry expression cross her face that nearly rivalled my own around spilt human blood.

"Is that… pasta?" she mumbled dreamily. I had no idea what I had put into the pot of food but as I watched her expression I realised anything would do; she was starving. I wasn't feeding her enough. How could I have been so stupid? As far as I remembered humans ate three times every day and I knew she had been with me nearly a whole day and hadn't eaten once.

"Um… I think so. I'm so sorry. I haven't been taking care of you like I should." I stumbled through my apologies without any of my usual eloquence. What was wrong with me? First I am stuttering and now I am rambling senselessly?

"No," she said quickly, "I'm fine really… I just really like pasta."

She shot me a modest smile but it still didn't make me believe her lie. She was starving.

I quickly put down all the things I had brought for her on the floor, noticing that it was cold, hard stone. I really should try to find somewhere better for Evelyn to stay. She deserved better than a freezing cell in a dungeon. She deserved better than me but I quickly pushed that truth from my mind, not wanting to believe it. Eventually I was left with only the pot of food in my hands and I quickly handed to her.

"Thank you," she said with another of her dazzling smiles before pulling one of my couch cushions from the pile and sitting on it to eat her meal.

I watched her sitting crossed legged on the gold damask cushion and couldn't help but notice that, even though my jacket was far too big for her, it seemed to fit her perfectly. It looked like it was made to perch comfortably on her delicate shoulders. As I stared at her, she rummaged through the pot before she found the pasta she had smelled before.

"Carbonara… my favourite. Cold but still good." she murmured softy to herself. As I inhaled I could not imagine anyone willingly eating such disgusting substances let alone actually enjoying it. But enjoying it she was so I made a mental note to bring it for her again.

After she had devoured the entire contents of the container that once held her favourite pasta she moved onto a bottle of water and drained it. Even eating quickly and desperately she was still graceful. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

"What?" she looked up from her meal self consciously which only made me laugh more.

"Nothing," I said, "you just seem to be enjoying that a lot while I sit here revolted by the very smell."

Her anxious face relaxed slightly as she realised that I was not laughing at the way she ate.

"It's really not that bad. You should try some," she said while offering me a particularly offensive looking piece of apple pie.

"No thank you. I can't" I said looking away, not wanting our conversation to start focusing on my diet.

"Oh," she said, her eyes suddenly avoiding mine, "I forgot."

This girl was amazing in nonsensical all at the same time.

"How could you possibly forget what I am?" I asked, completely stunned.

"I don't know," she mumbled, still not meeting with my eyes. "When I'm with you, you're just… Alec. I forget about all the other bad stuff and I just enjoying being with you."

I could do nothing but simply shake my head. How could someone be so blasé about being in a dungeon cell with a vampire? Apparently Evelyn could.

"You are incredible you know that?" I said affectionately.

Her cheeks blossomed with beautiful, delicious pink that made my heart leap and the monster within me rear its head simultaneously.

"No, I'm n…"

"Yes you are," I cut her off midsentence. She was amazing. How could she not know that? With my words she looked into my eyes and I felt that new yet increasingly familiar urge stir within me and my eyes fell to her perfectly curved lips.

"I brought you some warmer clothes," I said, suddenly eager for a distraction. I was not prepared to humiliate myself and make Evelyn uncomfortable.

I pulled Jane's stolen clothes from the top of one of the cushions and held them out for Evelyn. As she looked at the clothes her face took on a somewhat pained expression that made me anxious. She then began to remove my jacket that she wore.

"No…" I said before I realised what I was doing. "Keep it. You know, just in case these clothes aren't warm enough."

I was lying of course. I knew Jane's clothes would provide plenty of warmth for her but I wanted her to keep wearing my jacket because it made me feel a rush every time I saw her in it.

When I insisted she keep my jacket, Evelyn's pained expression disappeared entirely and was replaced by a bright smile that held more light than the sun ever could.

"Thanks," she said, her smile never faltering as she took the clothes from my hands.

Stunned by the radiance of her happiness I found myself slightly incapable of speech and let my acceptance of her gratitude flow from my lips unchecked.

"You're welcome, Evie" I said in a daze.

I watched her face freeze as she look at me in confusion. I quickly tried to take back my words.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't assume that you like being called Evie. That was so presumptuous of me." I stammered uselessly though my apology before falling silent, not wanting to do any more damage.

"No, really its okay," she assured me. "You can call me that. It's just, only my parents used to call me Evie."

I watched again, for the second time than night, as her face became pained and it caused me nothing short of agony.

"Are you sure?" I asked tentatively. "If it brings back bad memories I won't."

"No," she said firmly, "It's time to make new memories. Good ones."

I wondered if I should ask her about her parents or if she would even want to talk to something like me about it. In the end, I decided I cared about her too much to not offer my time to listen.

"Where are your parents now?" I asked delicately.

"They're dead Alec," she said sadly. "They have been for a long time now."

"I'm sorry." I said sincerely.

"It's okay," she assured me softly. "I have grown used to living without them. I still miss them but I know they would want me to keep enjoying life."

The way she was so self assured and confident that she should go on, despite everything, only made me admire her more.

"May I ask how?" I enquired wondering if I was pushing the limits of our very new friendship, if I could even call it that.

"A plane crash…" Evelyn spoke as if some kind of induced trance that kept her from feeling the pain of the events she was recounting. "My mother was accompanying my father on a business trip and… it all went wrong."

As she recounted her story, Evelyn's voice became more unsteady and I realised that tears had began to pool in her beautiful blue eyes. As if by some sort of irresistible magnet, I was pulled to Evelyn's side as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and drew her close, trying to shield her from the pain that was attacking her. In that moment I was glad for my three hundred years of being immortal as I had gained enough self control to push my bloodlust from the forefront of my mind. It was inconsequential. Evelyn needed me and nothing else mattered.

"Shhhh…it's okay," I whispered as her tears began to fall and sobs started to shake her fragile body. Deciding to take a giant leap of fate, I attempted something that would either send her deeper into her depression or calm her. "It's okay Evie, I'm right here."

I was thankful that my words were effective in achieving the latter as her vice like grip on my shoulders began to relax and with it, her entire trembling form. She stayed curled up in my arms for a long time and I knew that in that moment I would have been perfectly content to stand there with her for the rest of my eternity. Eventually I realised that her emotional torment and large meal had made her incredibly tired as she started leaning against me with increased weight as her limbs failed her. I gently lifted her up into my arms and as I did so, I realised she was nearly completely asleep. The occasional fluttering of her eyelids was the only thing that stirred on her serene face. I took her in one arm, thankful for my superhuman strength, and used the other to arrange the cushions into what looked like a comfortable position before setting her down. As soon as she touched to soft, makeshift bed she gripped my jacket closer to herself and curled up to lie on her side. I knew within seconds that she was unconscious.

I simply sat by her side for what could have been hours. I stroked her hand and watched her expression, grateful for the peace that sleep gave her. She had endured an immense amount in her life that much I could tell. She was an orphan like me. Maybe we had more in common than I thought. But what a terrible thing it was to have in common. As I watched her slumber I was envious. I had not been able to sleep in three hundred years. There was no escape from my life; from my responsibilities, my past, who I was or from the Volturi. I had always been content with my existence but that was before Evelyn. She had shown me in just mere hours that things could be better. I could be better around her. I would have stayed with her until she woke but I knew that I could not sleep… I could not ignore the Volturi.

Slowly I rose from my seat beside Evelyn's sleeping form and set out to play my part in the Volturi, to act as if I was perfectly satisfied with the killing, the oppression and the superiority. I set out to live my lie.


So that was my longest chapter yet to make up for the wait.

I will be posting the next chapter tomorrow.

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