Chapter 18 Request of a madman
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Rick's p.o.v
For the third time I lifted my hand but yet again found myself unable to knock on the glass-door which belonged to the hotel room Carlisle and Jasper were staying.
How was one supposed to explain the things I had seen the last couple of days?
How could I tell Jasper that I watched his mate getting weaker by the day and on top of that being assaulted as well by his sworn enemy?
Once more I raised my fist for a fourth attempt, only this it was in vain for the balcony door opened.
Carlisle's friendly face smiled at me,
"I was beginning to wonder how long it would take for you to enter…"
I scratched the back of my head, as I always did when I felt nervous," technically I'm not inside."
He shrugged," I grew tired of waiting for you to gather the courage to knock, so I decided to open the door for you.
As I gave him an appreciative nod I glanced over his shoulder," how is Jasper holding up?"
"Why don't you ask him that question yourself?" Carlisle took a step back so I could enter the hotel room.
With a slow but (slightly) confident step I entered the room and approached the couch on which Jasper Hale was seated with his back turned to me.
"I sincerely hope you're not planning on asking me how I feel unless you want to return to Alice in one piece." He whispered coldly, so coldly I could literally hear the ice dripping from every word.
"Would you rather have that I tell you about Evy then?"
Without a word Jasper leapt over the back of the couch and firmly grabbed hold of my shoulders.
"You talked to her? Is she alright? Did they hurt her? When did you see her? Did any of the Volturi see you?" He started to ramble as he shook me vigorously.
Carlisle stepped between us and pushed me and his son apart," Calm down, Jazz. Let Rick take a seat so he can inform us what he has to say."
Jasper didn't look too pleased by Carlisle's interference he was desperate to know the information I had about Evelyn.
Carlisle motioned for us to take a seat.
"So, Rick. What news do you have for us?" he asked as soon as Jasper and I were seated.
I looked at the two men before me. Both equally worried about Evy's condition. The only difference was that Carlisle cared for her like a father would care for a daughter and Jasper, well Jasper obviously was in the same state as Evy…miserable and lonely.
You see…when mates are apart from one another, they grow weaker and weaker as time goes by.
The love, mates share together is a powerful thing.
Once you find your mate…you're doomed…
Now I know what you might think, why are Carlisle and myself less miserable then Jasper at the moment? Seeing as we are nowhere near our own mates?
Well it's quite simple when you think about it.
I know where Alice is and I know she is safe with her family. I don't have any worries about her.
But Jasper…he knows where Evy is, he knows the Volturi will probably not kill her, but it is a mystery when he will see her again. He has no idea what is happening with her at the moment.
He worries so much that he can't feel her…it's making him sick.
I took a deep breath before telling them what I had discovered over the last days.
I told them how Evy was getting weaker with each passing hour because she refuses to eat with the Volturi,
"I did promise I will find something for her to eat. If I could I would give her the biggest creature I can find. But it's impossible for me to drag something as big as a deer over the rooftops without being seen."
Carlisle agreed with me, all Jasper did was stare blankly in front of him.
The news of Evy not eating hit him hard, I was starting to wonder if I should tell him the rest…
Carlisle seemed to notice my expression changing for a moment and asked," Is there anything else?"
Jasper snapped out of his emotionless stare and looked at me, the way he glared at me made me realize he had felt the shifting in my emotions.
"Tell me what else happened." He demanded.
He may not be as persuasive as Evy but I knew there was no escaping it now…I had to tell him everything.
Jasper had gotten out of his seat, strolled over to me and yelled," O'Donnell!"
I lifted my hands up to show I wasn't going to back out," If you'd give me some space I'll tell you that which you definitely don't want to hear."
Evelyn's p.o.v
Marcus
Carlisle had told me a lot about him.
According to his stories, Marcus was a quiet and rather lonesome man.
Never smiling, never ordering the guards or giving his opinions about most matters.
Sometimes he would speak up, but never for a long time.
Marcus was 19 when he was turned into a vampire. Aro first met him after his own transformation.
He fell in love with Didyme, Aro's sister.
Apparently she had the power of making people feel happiness.
I wish I had a gift like hers…to make others feel good and happy when I was near instead of the fear they had of my power.
Marcus happiness didn't last for long, his wife Didyme was murdered.
Carlisle had not mentioned how or why…perhaps he did not know,
but it was the reason Marcus became the man he is now.
Cold, distant, bitter and looking as though he doesn't care about anything…
The Marcus in front of me was not the same Marcus Carlisle had told me about.
This ancient vampire, with his crimson eyes, pale complexion and shoulder-length jet black hair was different.
He had ordered the guards to release me, he had ordered Caius out of the room along with Demetri and above all other things he was looking rather…alive. (By vampire standards I mean.)
I waited patiently for Marcus to start talking to me, but all he was doing was looking at me intensely.
I licked my lips and just stared back at him.
"We need to talk." He said again.
"About what?" I asked not very enthusiastic about the way he said 'talk'.
"Chelsea."
I blinked," I must have heard incorrectly…did you just say, Chelsea?"
"You did something to Chelsea…"
My eyes widened, how did he know?
How the HELL did he know?
It wasn't in the journal…I never wrote that newly discovered aspect in the journal…how does he know?
He's not psychic I know that…
"How do I know, you wonder?" He frowned at me.
All I could do was nod in respond, I was lost for words.
Marcus waved with his hand," It is not important how I know…my question is…how did you do it? When did you do it?"
He came closer as he stared at me awaiting my answer.
I knew perfectly well when and how I did what I had done, but I wasn't planning on letting him know my little secret.
"I'll let you know, if you let me go outside." I replied quick-witted.
"A trade? your secret for a trip outside?
"To get a meal I suspect…Demetri mentioned you were growing rather hungry."
His eyes scanned my body from head to toe.
"Yes, yes I can see…your complexion is looking different then when you first arrived here."
I glanced over at the mirror which stood beside the window, I saw my reflection and moved my gaze away almost immediately but not before I had gotten a glance of the tall woman standing inside the mirror.
I didn't think it possible but I looked rather sick.
"I look like this because I haven't eaten in a while."
Marcus huffed,"…a while? You really are a newborn." he shook his head.
"If you let me go outside to capture a deer or a bear or whatever runs around in this country, I'll tell you what I did to Chelsea." I practically begged him.
"No, no you tell me and I won't reveal to Aro what you did to his little helper."
I crossed my arms and cocked my head to the side," so I gain nothing? You get my secret and I live?"
Marcus shrugged," It is a good bargain…you take it or you leave it," he turned his back to me.
"Or…" he continued," You help me and I'll make sure you can go back home."
Back home
back home…
His voice echoed inside my head.
I walked up to him and grabbed hold of his hands,
"are you serious? You better not be double crossing me!"
Marcus pulled his right hand free and slapped me across the face.
"Manners, Miss Swan!"
I reached for the part of my face where he had just hit me, it didn't hurt that much.
It was more the effect it had which made me realize...
I was nothing more than a tool…a slave which had to do its masters bidding in order to remain alive.
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