Nothing's Wrong -- AlistairOC Chapter 4: Nothing's Wrong 04, a twilight fanfic

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-This will be slightly AU in some parts in order to fit my own plot.

-This will not focus on the majority of the Cullen's. ONLY on Emmett and some Carlisle.

- I am taking creative license on some parts since they were never really explored by Meyers.

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Nothing's Wrong [Information] - AlistairOC

Name: Iona Doyle
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 15th
Species: Vampire
Age Changed: 22 years old
Born in: Kilkenny, Ireland
Changed in: Boston, Massachusetts
Current Home: Unknown-Nomad
Diet: Both animal and human blood
Special Abilities: can hide herself (or anyone she touches) for everyone and everything
Coven: Member of the Irish Coven lead by Siobhan and Liam

Name: Alistair
Gender: Male
Birthday: around 1300
Species: Vampire
Changed: 1320s by George
Age Changed: around 20 years old
Born in: England
Current Home: Unknown-Nomad
Diet: Human blood
Special Abilities: Tracking
Coven: None

-If the FIRST sentence starts with BOLD lettering then this SECTION happened in the PAST

Nothing's Wrong [04] – AlistairOC

My name is Iona Doyle.

I am Vampire.

The Volturi are coming.

"I do not know that I will stay here for this Carlisle. The Volturi will slaughter us all. Witnesses or not."

"It will not come to that."

"I will stay so long as she does as well. Nothing more and nothing less Carlisle."

"She? Could it be my friend? After so long…"

"Nothing more and nothing less Carlisle."

Maggie tugged on my hand and I hid us both in time to see Carlisle and Alistair pass by us and down the stairs.

Smiling softly I guide us outside where the others are gathered.

After that one night I was careful wherever I went. If I wasn't feeding, then I was at work and then bunkered down at home. My paranoia was warranted in my opinion, yet at the same time the number of possibilities were racing through my mind. I still hadn't met others like me, not since he happened.

This new group could be what I needed. They could finally provide me with the answers I need, since I woke up that day no longer the same girl I once was.

But could I do it? Could I trust them to not hurt me?

I trusted him after all.
He was one of them.
He made me one of them- unintentional as it was.

The woman Siobhan seemed genuine, the younger one eager. The man though- her mate, Liam… he did not seem to like me much. It wasn't hard to tell from the tensed shoulders and the steel gaze.

What do I do father? I thought as I sat on the damp grass in front of his grave.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" Maggie said as we quietly walked outside and drifted towards the forest line.

Smiling innocently at her I shrugged, "Tell you what?"

"Tch, I assume Liam and Siobhan know?"

"I don't know about Siobhan but yes Liam knows."

"Well he's good looking at least…"

"You're horrible…"

"You love me anyway."

"Sadly…" I said laughing as we joined Liam and Siobhan by the glowing fire.

The two smiled warmly at us Siobhan pulling Maggie to sit next to her on the log and Liam prompting me to sit in front of him.

When I first approached them after that night Siobhan greeted me with open arms and warm smile that made me uncomfortably safe.

Can I really trust them father?

I want to.

We sat at a table in silence for a long time before she introduced herself once more along with her companions. Maggie was smiling slightly- she looked young, how old was she when she turned?

Liam, the man was her mate and he was staring at me from the other side of the room. His eyes were cold and hard, but his body was loose- meaning if there was an altercation he would leave me no room to act.

I tried not to hunch in on myself under his crushing scrutiny.

The minute Siobhan said she turned Maggie, panic set in and I fled.

My body curled up in the bathtub, my hands shook, and my eyes slammed shut as it all came back once more like a nightmare.

His teeth breaking through my skin and sinking deep.
The sharp burst of pain and the warm liquid running along my flushed skin.
His teeth ripping away from my neck and the hard impact of my body onto the cement.

STOP. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP.

I hate him.

My eyes slid shut as I leaned back against Liam and enjoyed his fingers softly manipulate my hair into a complicated braid.

Around me the others talked loudly and boisterously. The air smelled odd with the presence of the fire, the trees, the vampires, and the wolf-shifters.
So odd.

The vampires present began talking of their previous battles. It was amusing hearing Garret and Jasper try an outdo each other. It was lighthearted jibes that for a second almost made everyone forget just why we are all really here.

Vladimir and Stefan break in with their stories of the Volturi and their ruthlessness. They sound far too gleeful about this soon-to-be confrontation with them. Liam squeezes my shoulder and I know that he shares my sentiment. Siobhan stares at them disapprovingly but says nothing, as Carlisle steps in to calm them down.

Stefan sniffs haughtily, "We'll see how you feel about it when they come in a few days looking to eradicate us all…"

Silence fills the night shortly after Edwards, "It won't come to that."

You are too idealistic.

You too Iona?

There's a reason everyone avoids the Volturi, Edward. They do not listen to reason that does not align with their own selfish wills.

They won't hurt us.

The chances of them wanting to hurt us is high- we're all on their shit list now after all.

He snorts out loud and we all look at him as he embarrassingly looks away, scowling at my quiet snickering and Garrets loud laugh.

Seven months after I fled, I sat in front of my father's grave staring at the bright yellow sunflowers I had placed at the base. Their presence appeared two hours after I got there.

"What do you want?" I hissed out my body angling into a defensive position even from the ground. I could feel Liam shift from his position yards away from us.

She held out her hands in a placating manner, "There was obviously a misunderstanding between us."

"Leave me at peace," my gaze went back to the flowers.

"Maggie was turned because she wanted me to. I gave her the option of living or dying and she chose to live," she explained not moving from her position.

She sighed.

"Maggie is one of the lucky ones…" she trails off and I glance at her to see a brief flash of pain.

"I was 20 when I was changed. I unknowingly attracted the attention of a vampire named Sancar- he wanted me for his harem…"

My eyes widen and I can feel myself trembling.

"He abducted me in the middle of the night, raped me…" a sharp breath, "He took me back to his home where I experienced the change. I killed him- eventually."

I stared at her horrified, Liam was now at her side hands curled softly around her in support.

"I traveled alone for some time, learning about our vampire lifestyle. I learned about the Volturi and the laws in place for our kind before returning home to Ireland," she smiled softly at me.

She patted Liam's hand affectionately, "It is here that I met my Liam and Maggie later on."

My eyes devour the sight of the female vampire in front of me. She is so strong. She went through so much and here she stands in front of me. A warm but strong presence arms opened wide offering me a place. A place…

"Your experience must have not been a willing one and I am truly sorry for that. Not all vampires are like that. We are not like that. When you are ready to talk to us… if you decide to confide in us we will be here…"

"Be strong Iona Doyle…" her melodic voice carries in the wind as the couple walks away from me.

I let myself collapse on the damp grass, eyes squeezed shut. My hand desperately pressed against the cool marble, as I curl up and wish I could still cry.

The stories continue Liam's voice washing over me as he talks about his experience in the Irish Rebellion of 1641. Garret starts chiming in about his numerous American battles and I slip away into the house.

It is warm inside and I drift in fingers softly tracing the walls, mind wandering.

The harsh whispers break through the fog and I stop at the den doorway to see them arguing. Before I can leave unseen they stare at me startled and horrified.

She smooths her perfect hair and looks at me wanting to say something but not really knowing what to start with.

His eyes are wide and fingers twitching at his sides. Gazing at me with a horrified and guilty expression.

I hope that those feelings will never leave him…
I hope that he will be haunted by what he did…

"Iona…" he steps towards me and a threatening growl escapes me before I can stop myself.

My body tenses ready to fight, my eyes narrow, and I can feel my lips curl into a snarl.

He looks helplessly at me.
I want to punch him in the face.
I want him to feel my pain.
His eyes are pleading me.

I WANT. I WANT. I WANT.

An arm curls around my shoulders, heavy and grounding.

He smells of leather and rain; pleasing and startling.

I let myself lean against him, fingers gripping his coat.

He leads me away without a word only a threatening glance directed at him.

Siobhan, who is standing in the hallway caresses my cheek comfortingly and leaves me to be led upstairs.

I lay curled up against him-lips softly against his neck.
He is warm and solid, comforting and anchoring.
Lips touch my hair and I let myself drift off.

Three weeks later I stood before them nervously.

"My name is Iona Doyle… I was attacked, bitten, and left to die. I'm sure he thought he had drained me dry. Instead I was left alone in the dark alley of my apartments to suffer through the change by myself. I killed a man after waking and fled not long after."

Siobhan, Liam and Maggie looked at me with understanding eyes and then grew shocked at my last statement.

"The one who did this to me was named Emmett Cullen…"

I am Vampire.

I am of the Irish Coven.

I am Strong.

I am Iona Doyle.

Okay guys this chapter was supposed to be 50% Iona/Alistair, 40% Iona/Irish Coven, 10% Iona/Emmett AND it pretty much turned out 95% Iona/Irish Coven, 5% Iona/Emmett/Alistair haha

I just couldn't stop writing about the Irish coven- I love exploring them! (I promise there will be more Iona/Alistair bonding moments next chapter but expect a lot more Iona/Irish coven moments because there's still so much more of their story that I want to write!)

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"Nothing's Wrong" - Echosmith

We walk like there's nothing wrong

She's sitting alone in the chair
She covers her eyes with her hair
She smokes one last cigarette
And waits for the whole world to turn

She's loving the smell in the air
She'd stop but she really doesn't care
What's she to do? Wait for the whole world to burn?
Cause kids like us,
We don't know when to stop

We walk, we walk
We just keep walking
We move, we move
We just keep moving on
We sing, we sing,
We sing at the top of our lungs
We walk, we walk,
We walk like nothing's wrong
We walk like there's nothing wrong

He places a rose in her hair
He stops for a moment and stares
Her beauty's a wonder,
Makes him forget about the end
Cause when it's all over
Who's really gonna care?

We're gonna walk (oh) [x4]