Chapter thirteen: Until the end.

Her lips were rough against mine. Soft, but rough. Full of eagerness and longing. Why had I once been stupid enough to believe I could ever be able to forget this girl? Though I was no casanova when it came to the ladies - much like Demetri could be - I've had experiences in the past. Renata had been a handful, but she had opened my eyes to different things and experiences. Pleasure being the most one. I would never forget that time she had convinced Chelsea to manipulate my emotions into her benefit; merely because it was utterly repulsive to me now. But at the time, when my head had been clouded and I was in a state of lust for that woman, she had made me realize what I liked, what I wanted, how I liked it. But that... That feeble, unreal, state of lust was nothing compared to this.

Sex was just... Well, sex. Taking your clothes off in front of another being was, and could be, nerve racking for people. Hell, I hate to admit it but there once was a time I would flush and get nervous at the mere sighting of a woman's ankle, never the less her full body. God knows what I would have been like if they were to have seen me in a vulnerable state. But despite how 'scary' it could be, people did it all the time. Opening your heart, and your soul to another being... Letting them see you for everything you were, and not knowing if you would ever be good enough for that person. That was being naked, that was being completely and utterly vulnerable. But having them accept you, for all your flaws, for all the wrong you have done in the world... It was amazing. I truly had been a shell without the woman in my life. I didn't understand, nor did I care for what 'love' was, because I didn't believe in it. I didn't see how it was possible for anyone to love, never the less love me. Alec of the Volturi, the monster who felt nothing and radiated a black mist of darkness and eternity of being numb.

And yet, here I was... A true monster in the flesh, being loved by the most remarkable woman in creation. A hybrid of the clan we had once wished to destroy. The very creature who had caused such an uprising to the Volturi, that terrified others due to the fact she may be an immortal child.

This blossoming little trouble maker saw the good in me, good I wasn't aware I still possessed. Although I wanted to make her mine, it was very clear who belonged to who. Renesmee wasn't mine. No, I was hers.

Her teeth collided with mine, prying my lips apart and sliding her tongue in. I was consumed by the taste, the smell, the feel of her instantaneously. Her hands tugging and sliding through my hair, while the other was pulling at my shirt. My own hand rested under her, holding her spine and pushing her chest to mine. The other roamed over her hip, and thigh. I didn't know where to start. Where to touch first. I had sat for days, months, even years imagining this very situation. I wanted to have all of her, right there and then. I had gone so long without her, my desire and my need was going into overdrive.

It was as if my nerve endings were on fire, and all my senses had recognised this girl and beckoned her back, welcomed her back to where she belonged. Electricity sparked each time our tongues battled, even more so when I - unwillingly - pried my lips from hers and replaced them to her throat. Along with tasting the familiar essence of what I considered home, I could practically taste her own longing. Her body arched under my lips, pressing itself further into me. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to grasp any sense of air.

Receiving a shove to the chest, I obliged with moving back - creating a space between us. Renesmee's hands moved to my shoulders, removing the suit blazer from me and sliding it down my arms. Having tossed that to the side, her nimble fingers fell to the two buttons holding my waistcoat together. Again, she removed that with the same sensual, almost teasingly slow, trailing down my shoulders.

I couldn't help but realize just how... Bold she had gotten. Although our first time together had been somewhat of a... Well, it wasn't as how I would have originally liked it to occur, it was still amazing as from what I could remember - which was practically everything. But Renesmee had been nervous, and shy in those events. She even went as far as hiding her face from me, biting her lips shut to stop any sound coming out. Now, however - those trembling hands, and unsure glances seemed to be that of... Well a woman. Renesmee really had matured over the time we had been apart. She had grown to be more bold with herself, and daring. Did she now realize that I would never judge her? That I would never leave her, and whatever went on between us was for us alone.

This new found confidence stirred something within me. Made my body come alive, and it was then I realized the ache within my groin; and the straining material holding me back. She had done this to me in a matter of moments, and yet she was still fully clothed. She was taking control, removing that responsibility from me.

Alec of the Volturi wasn't the one in control here. The man, nay; boy who had once took control of practically every situation he found himself in was being given a chance to just... Relax? And at not a better time, might I add. The situation where I found myself in, having to deal with things on my own - even without the help of my sister, or my coven for that matter - left me. For the first time in years, I didn't have to be the one leading. I didn't have to be the voice of reason, or the voice of responsibility and sense, nor on what course of action we had to take. Renesmee had taken the reins, and she was going full speed ahead.

With the waistcoat already on the floor, her hands gripped at the material of my shirt; and with one quick pull she ripped the buttons off. Her hands collided with my bare chest, her nails digging into the skin as she hungrily brushed her hands over every inch she could. I couldn't take it anymore. My hand found the back of her neck, and forced her head to mine. Our lips mashing together once again as I shrugged out of the fabric. I didn't care where it ended, or what would happen to it. As soon as my torso was free from the material, and not holding that one arm back, I dropped my other hand at the back of her head and shrugged that arm out also.

She had been the one to break the kiss, and now it was she who was kissing my jaw; trailing down to my throat. I tilted my head back, allowing her all the access she wanted; while my hands finally found the back of her dress and began unzipping the restraining material.

Renesmee pushed forward, while twisting her body out from under me. I had no choice but to follow her movements; due to the fear of losing the physical contact. I was now on my back, with Renesmee straddling my waist, legs either side. Her body hunched over and trailing sweet, small kisses across my neck and collarbones.

My hands trailed up to her shoulders and began to remove the dress straps from her body. She took the notion, and sat herself up. Her eyes stayed with mine, watching my reaction as I slowly - hoping to get some sort of revenge on her - brought the dress down to reveal the milky flesh I craved.

I couldn't help my breath getting caught in my throat the moment my eyes found the clothing underneath. The fabric shielding her breasts was none other than the brazier she had once tried to tempt me with in the snow a long, long time ago.

The only difference this time, was I was not going to be saying 'not tonight' anytime soon.

If I were to even sit back and remember the last time I had been with Renesmee, like I was about to now, I could find myself in somewhat an irritable state at how long I have waited up to this point, up until I could finally be one with her again. Now that we were together again, finally reunited truly as one, I let my animalistic side take over; and it seemed she had also.

She sat, staring at me; while I did practically the same. Drinking in the sight of her before me. Skin on show, just a small piece of fabric hiding her from me. My hands, in a state of their own, stretched up and cupped over her brazier. Renesmee leant into the touch, her body arching just a little. Through the thin material, I could feel the hardening nipples begin to spike. The hot flush that ran right through me in that moment was one I couldn't ever find the words to describe, even if I were to have an eternity sat down with a pen and paper. Knowing this girls body came to life, just by the smallest of my touches, was mind alteringly amazing.

That small touch, and the smallest reaction was enough to entice and excite us both furthermore.

"T-touch me, Alec," Renesmee breathed, her head falling back as my fingers teased around the areas of her nipple. "Please."

My insides churned. Nerves plucked up, and I found myself biting into my lower lip. Why was I so goddamn nervous? I had done this before. I have been in this situation with her before, and yet I was more nervous this time than what I had been on our first! Perhaps that was due to the fact it had been so long, and rekindling our bodies should be a mind numbingly beautiful thing. Or, perhaps it was due to that fact I had forgotten just how perfect she truly was. And me? I already had doubt that I wasn't good enough for this angel, but honestly what had made me deserve this?

In a inhumane speed, I removed the bra. I wasn't sure if I ripped it or not, but I didn't care. How much longer could we actually go before the intense passion both of us felt towards one another got the better of us? Not very long, I assumed - because at the rate Renesmee's breath was escaping, despite us not even begun the intercourse part, was almost criminal. If I didn't have her right now, then I would surely die. There was no question about that. I longed for her, I needed her. And yet, I pushed all that aside. I wanted her to be trembling in pleasure, quivering with lust and satisfaction. I wanted her to feel like she was on cloud nine, all because of me. My lips pressed in between each breast; planting a sensitive kiss on her chest cavity; just above where her heart lay; moving to the left; my lips found her very erect nipple. A light gasp rasped from her throat the moment my tongue slipped out and danced in a circle around it. My hand sliding up and finding the other.

I felt as though I was about combust with the heat radiating through me. A hand of Renesmee's shot up and gripped tightly onto my hair; pushing my head closer to her. I latched on; and began to sweet sensation of sucking, nibbling and toying with the hardened nipple within my mouth. In response I recieved soft moans and gasps. Swiftly, I switched to the other. Trading places and giving the right nipple the same amount of attention as I had with the left.

I wasn't sure what brought it on. Perhaps my tongue flicking over, or a small tug I gave, but it caused Renesmee's body to jolt. Her hips flexed forward, sending sensations like wildfire through my limbs. I wasn't even able to hold back a groan, which was surprising to me!

She must've caught on, for Renesmee began to grind her hips back and forth. My eyes shot open, and my head fell back. Renesmee took this to her advantage and brought her lips to mine. Her technique changed, and a heartachingly good circular motion was produced. She broke the kiss, but kept her head against mine as she insist on torturing me with this bucking of her hips. I was literally on fire. My hands gripped onto her clothed thigh's, for I'd only pulled the dress down to reveal her chest.

Fighting against everything, I opened my eyes. They found hers straight away, and I could see the intense burning going on within the darkness of her rich brown eyes. With this look, and the motions of her core grinding against mine, I was as erect as ever. I had been before, obviously; for I had felt as though my trousers were shrinking. But now, now it was just besides the point. I actually ached for her. If I wasn't so caught up in staring into her eyes, I may have even begged for her.

Her hands slid down my face, and shoulders - before resting firmly onto my chest and pushing me back. The moment my head hit the pillow, the circling motion of her hips stopped. Somewhat a relief, but I instantly craved it again. She didn't break eye contact with me as she shimmied her way out of the dress completely, leaving her in nothing but her black laced underwear. I might've whimpered, if I wasn't so caught in the trance of watching her.

"You took care of me last time," Renesmee whispered; low and husky. "My turn to return the favor."

What? What on earth could she mean? Her fingers flexed and found my belt. In one swift move, she had it undone and was undoing the button. Curled fingers found their way over the waistline, and I knew instantly what she meant.

The last time... When she hid her eyes from me while I tasted her.

She wasn't really going too... Was she? She had really gotten bold, hadn't she? I wanted to tell her she didn't have to waste time with this, that there was no 'repayment' needed, but she had already pulled my pants from me, and my boxers. I was now standing at a salute, Renesmee crouched at the bottom end of me. She reached forward, took ahold of my member, and started moving her hand. With a sharp breath, my eyes snapped shut. However possible it was, I could feel myself growing all the more harder, and was unable to stop myself. I threw my head back as a groan escaped my mouth. Renesmee quickened her rhythm, two slow and deep, and another two quick and fast. I could feel my toes wanting to curl. I could feel my member pulsating against her fingers. The noises were coming freely now. Groaning and moaning, but Renesmee didn't stop. All the noises I was making, my inability to stay composed - something I was always good at - it was all Renesmee's making.

And boy, it felt good.

I couldn't stand it anymore. The feeling of her hand was sensational, but I couldn't help but crave more. She had honestly let the beast out of it's cage. My hand went to her hair and started bringing her head down. She seemed to know exactly what I wanted, and was just as eager.

She opened her mouth and let my length slide into it. Encircling her lips around it, she slowly let her tongue touch my member. I moaned again, and it seemed to cause her to react.

She proceeded to move her tongue around. She moved her head to let my penis go deeper into her mouth and worked with her lips and hands, making me groan again, only louder this time. She let my member slid almost completely out of her mouth and started playing with the tip only, while stroking the rest of the length with her fingers. My hands buried into her hair, a sharp breath being let out. Flicking my eyes open, and looking down to the girl driving me insane; I saw her smiling to herself.

The little fox was actually enjoying tormenting me! I was about to speak, when her lips enclosed around the head, licking just the tip of it. I inhaled deeply, my head falling back again - forgetting whatever it was I was about to say.

"Alec.." She moaned, her breath tickling over my skin, and by Jesus Christ I thought that alone was going to make me explode there and then. My fingers curled in her hair, and she let her hands go; using only her mouth to work on my hard erection. As she discovered new ways with which she could earn moans and groans from me. If anything, this was turning out to be a damn experiment.

'Which way will bring Alec close to the point of spilling?'

If she continued in the trance like state she was going, it would be very; very soon. But I was willing for that to happen. Not just yet. She had done it. She had truly made me come to the point where I, probably the most patient person in the Volturi, was no longer willing to wait. I broke. I grabbed her by the arm and lifted her from my crotch area. I pulled her up my body as if she were weightless, so that her bare chest found mine; and mashed her lips with mine.

I switched our bodies over, so it was I that was now hovering over her. Prying my lips from her own, soft gentle kisses were places from her lips, jaw, each breast and down her navel. I couldn't resist it, honestly. My tongue submerged into the small dip that was her navel, which received a gasp in return. Served her right, doing all those things to me. Making me feel as though I was about to combust. I continued on my journey, and once I reached the lace; my teeth latched on. Painfully slowly, even for me; I began to remove the fabric. Sliding it down her hips, and revealing more of her milky skin. I continued on until I could no longer bend my neck, and that was where my hands came in and pulled the panties off completely. She gave a gentle kick of her foot to help remove the things.

Returning my lips to her skin, I trailed up her thighs and across her pelvic bone. She wriggled under me. Continuing up to her navel again; I passed each breast and brought my lips to hers once again.

The friction between our two chests, as well as our lips, caused Renesmee to whimper. Ha, and here I thought I would be the one to break and whimper against her. However, hearing that soft sound of a plea only stirred me on more. My hand trailed down her side, and drew circles on her thigh. Renesmee responded just as I hoped she would. Her legs parted, revealing more bare thigh for my fingers to dance over. And they did, across her outer thigh, right to the inner. They danced their way up, and up and up until...

"Alec, please!"

I had to clench my teeth together in order to stop a moan escaping. By now, I was looking at her; laying there on her back, her eyes clenched so tight together there were wrinkles in strain. I was going to pleasure her until she felt nothing. Make her scream into my ear so loud that I would hear it echoing for days. I had gone so long without her, without being inside her; beneath me, kissing me as I needed her, I wanted to make up for all the time I had missed.

My fingers found her lower lips, and came to the realization that she was ready. She was wet, so wet that I could feel the sticky lubrication I'd caused to both her clit and furthermost at her entrance. Letting it remain there, I gave gentle strokes. Small flicks against the small nub. She whined, her head falling to the side and revealing her throat. I dipped my head down and planted a kiss to where her artery lay. Giving the right amount of suction, as well as movements from my finger in a circular motion, Renesmee was mine. Her hands clenched the bedsheets, and her breathing rapid and harsh. Her chest heaved, making her full breasts look even fuller.

Looking at her now, I was stunned. She was beautiful. No flaws whatsoever; not that I would care about a simple flaw. Her perfections would simply through a idiotic flaw out the window. Besides, I was no clean slate of perfection myself. What I may have in physicality might have been that of 'perfection' but personality wise, action wise... I was worse than the devil. Yet, here she was accepting me for all those imperfections. Another reason to love this goddamn goddess. I was cursed with what was Renesmee Cullen. Cursed, or blessed? I presumed the later. If she was indeed a curse, she was the best god damn curse to have ever come into existence. And she was mine, all mine. Those full lips, that looked like pillows - welcoming and homely. Those thick lashes brushed against her cheeks as her eyes screwed up with the motions of my hand. The high cheekbones, and long chestnut colored hair. This girl would be able to stop hearts, and I wondered if she had done in the past. I knew for certain that if my heart hadn't stopped beating a long, long time ago it certainly would be now. No, it would have from the moment I met her.

That divine day when my life had began it's spiral that was Renesmee. When everything changed, and my existence came to have a meaning again. How I had once complained and dreaded about accepting that mission to watchover this amazing creature, I would never understand. I was thankful I had accepted, for I met the most wondrous thing to ever step into my life.

And I'd be damned if I ever let anyone take it from me.

He could hear her heart. It was beating so fast... Her face, flushed; sweat accumulating on her temples. Slowly, I inserted one finger. Renesmee responded with biting into her lip, holding back what I assumed to be a moan. Keeping a steady motion, I watched as she writhed in pleasure, as she pulled at the sheets, as she rocked her head side to side, as her body began to twitch and react to even the smallest of movements.

When I was sure she was coming to her peak, I stopped and maneuvered myself above her. Her legs found my waist and wrapped themselves around it. In an obvious urge, she began to pull me down. Urging my erection to find her entrance, and once it did; we let out a moan in sync. My head fell to hers, and her lips brushed against mine. As if asking for me to kiss her. I did, and let them merge together as if they belonged. Two pieces of a puzzle, finally placed together. Completing the picture of perfection. With no patience left within me, I pushed myself into her center.

It was almost as if the way our bodies called out to one anothers that we truly had been made for one another. It was magical, this moment. Finally allowing outselves to be together again, joining together in a way we had deprived ourselves from since our parting. The moment I was surrounded in her again, I was enchanted. I never wanted to leave, I never wanted to move from this position. I assumed she felt the same, due to hips bucking in response against mine; and the long, audible moan that escaped her lips.

"Uh-Oh!" Her hands clamped down hard upon my shoulders, while her lips meshed with my own.

It took all of my strength not to cry out; though all my strength didn't seem to be complying for a moan escaped my lips. However, that one moan was nothing compared to her long cry out of pleasure. Again, in a lustful thrust, I pushed myself into her after I had retracted myself. Travelling further into her core and groaning in the process.

"Oh, Alec!" She whimpered loudly, unable to contain the soft moans of my name - the pleasure, though we had barely begun was already forcing her to cry out, loudly.

Her hands moved from their grasp at my shoulders and shaped her palms over my biceps, before finally shifting them to my hips. Her fingers dug into the skin there as she picked up the pace of her own thrusts. Trying all she could to get me deeper into her, and by god was it working. The feeling of her contracting walls against my own pulsing member combined with the sound of her juices washing over the smooth skin caused several shudders to ripple through me. She nipped my lower lip, hard. Without a doubt, if I had have been human, it would have drawn blood.

Renesmee must've caught on with the shuddering scheme, for she too now began to shudder. And she continued to do so. He could only assume her climax was slowly building.

Prying my lips from hers, I buried my head into her neck while I picked up the pace. No longer being able to hold it back. I craved every atom that made up this girl, and I needed it now.

I could feel her walls slowly, but surely, grow tighter and tighter against me; suffocating me to the point where I felt every small movement might break me into an ambush of shudders and ultimately climaxing. But she too was close, and he was going to make her scream. Even if it did alert whoever was in the castle at this time; he didn't care.

"I... I... I'm- Alec!" Renesmee screamed, one hand automatically finding my hair and tugging at it; while the other was across my back; elbow resting on my shoulder blade.

The mere pitch of her voice, at how loudly she yelled his name, was enough to tip me over the edge. But what truly did it, was the walls slamming down around me and trapping me there. Pulsations and twitching on the inside broke everything, and I snapped. My jaw locked into place, and my eyes snapped shut as I relished into the feeling of relief, mixed with eagerness and lust. My muscles spasmed and in one loud grunt; and a sharp inhale, I spilled into her. In unison, we climaxed together; mixing our juices together. She whimpered again; just as it came to an end, and then I fell.

I wasn't sure how long I lay there for. Two, three minutes? Laying there, motionless and listening to Renesmee's heart. When I was happy with the steady rhythm it moved into, rather than the racing beat it had when I first started listening, I withdrew myself. Instantly I felt cold, and not as secure as I once had been. Laying on my stomach, beside her; I continued to watch and listen.

Her breathing was loud and heavy, but after a number of seconds; she turned her head and opened her eyes. Dark chocolate eyes found mine, and stared endlessly into my own crimson red orbs.

Our eyes danced in some silent conversation. No words were needed, all was being said with her eyes. I could see everything shining back at me, reflecting everything I was feeling. Content, happy, the feeling of finally being... Complete? I now had that missing piece of me back in my life. Laying right there, sweat beats and all on her face, smiling up at me. The emotion in her eyes, one that had once been foreign to me - to the point where I had no idea how to even identify it - was shining brighter than any. Love.

I decided that if our eyes were the only things that were talking in this moment, I would voice it. It had been so long since I had been in a intimate position with her and heard these words, I felt as though... I had to relive it. I had to relive the very moment I had heard her say those words, and feel the explosion of emotions. At the time, it had been one hell of a rollercoaster.

There I had been, a walking corpse. With no real feelings, or any sense of emotions whatsoever. I did my duty, I stayed by my sisters side, I did as I was asked by my masters. I lothed others, and hated humans. Even more so, I disliked the Cullen's. Not as much as Jane, of course, but truthfully I disliked everyone so it was pretty much nothing new there. Yet the moment I stepped foot into the world that was Renesmee Cullen; she had gone from making me feel intense boredom, to making me feel like a human as each and every day ticked by. She made me live out things like a normal teenage boy, things I hadn't had the chance to experience. She had opened every door that I had once closed, and refused to open without a fight. She'd made me feel every damn emotion known to man, and immoral. Frustration, irritation, boredom, hilarity, amusement, anger, pain and surprisingly for me... Love.

I didn't just love this girl. I adored her. I adored the floor she walked on. I cherished every breath she took, and hung on every word she spoke. She was my sun, my moon and my gravity. Funny how the coven I had once disliked most out of them all turned out to produce the girl I could never get out of my head. I felt as though I had to remind her. I had to let her know, just to be sure she did know, that I was true about my feelings. That no matter what we went through, my blackened heart would only ever belong to her.

"I love you, Reny." I whispered, my free hand - for the other was now holding my head up; so I was leaning on my elbow - moved to her cheek and brushed across her cheekbone. "I will always love you. Only you."

She smiled innocently at me, her eyes seeming to catch the light - which could only come from the moon outside. Her head leant into my touch, and she nodded her head softly. Almost like a gentle nuzzle into the palm of my hand. "And I love you."

—xXx—

Climbing the staircase, step after step, blending in with the crowd; he finally made it to the door. Without knocking, he pushed it open and stepped inside. All eyes went to him as he entered, and his back pressed up against the wood.

In one small gesture, a feeble nod, the girl before him erupted into a grin.

It had worked. The moment Alec had ran from Lillianna, Scott had been ordered to follow him. To keep him out of 'sight' so to speak. If anything, he was sent to watch over, to hide him and test of the bond between the two witch siblings was as strong as it once had been. Scott hadn't been present for this 'one had been' part, but he presumed it had been pretty strong. Jane had been able to find him without his path, she knew where her brother had gone, and she had managed to get to him without any help. The twins had gone uninterrupted, which only lead Scott to believe the other two - Demetri and Felix he was sure their names were - hadn't been able to find either of them.

"What happened?" Lilianna spoke, getting up from the chair by the window she was sitting at. Mary was on the bed, her legs brought to her chest and her ankles crossed. Delilah was... Leaning against the wall by the bathroom in her usual stance. Arms crossed, and a bored expression on her lips. They were still in their dresses, which were all remarkable in their own little ways.

"She found him, just like you thought she would."

"And Aleczander?"

Scott sucked in a breath. From where he had been hiding, he was able to hear most of the conversation that had gone on between them. But how exactly to tell her? He knew without a doubt this was good news for her, and it would ultimately put her in a good mood for a while. Having her happy, and not being in one of her sour spells, was a rare thing. When her spirits were high, she wasn't as harsh as she could be. She laid off trying to force them to be what she pictured. Scott having to be the older, brave and protective brother, Delilah having to be the lovely, talkative girl that resembled the girl Alec had once had feelings for - which was freaking hilarious because... Delilah wasn't talkative at all. Sure she was lovely, but in a sarcastic sort of way. She honestly looked as though her guard was up all the time, and Lilianna had picked up on that for she was forever trying to get her to lighten up and be more like this 'Grace.' And Mary? Mary was supposed to be sweet, innocent, pure and shy. She seemed to be the only one who didn't get pestered on how she should act. Mary was naturally... Cute, should he say?

His stomach still fluttered every time their eyes met.

"He didn't say anything."

Lilianna was silent for a matter of moments, but he could see the emotion filling in her face. Alec hadn't told Jane of her presence. He hadn't told her a single thing, which to Lilianna and probably everyone in that room, it looked like he was protecting her. Protecting her from the others by hiding who she was. Once this information leaked in, there was no stopping the grin on Lilianna's face. In that instant, she was across the room and her arms were around Scott; her head buried into the nape of his neck. Unsure on how to react, Scott decided to just wing it. His hand went to her waist, where he repaid the small embrace she was giving. His eyes, however, went out in search to the other to girls. As if silently pleading for their help on what to do.

He caught Delilah roll her eyes, and turn her head away.

Mary was smiling, but that wasn't a rare sight. She often tried to smile, if not for herself then for the rest of them. She truly did try to be the light for them, and for Scott... She was.

Lilianna pulled herself away and grinned up at him. The sparkle within her eye concluded that if she could produce tears then she would be crying. But not in sadness, nor in anger. But in joy. Sweet, sweet joy.

Lilianna's hand moved up and took hold of his cheek. A simple caressing gesture, indicating to Scott that he had indeed done well. Two seconds later, it was gone and she was pacing back and forth - the stupid smile still on her face.

"I must speak to him again..." She was saying. Scott moved across the room, sitting himself down beside Mary. "Perhaps I should let him find me... Tell me, did you hear of him and the hybrid?"

"When they returned, I stayed close enough to hear. The hybrid is shopping tomorrow with her human friends, but he said nothing on going with them."

"Excellent. This would be a lot simpler if she was out of the way, wretched half-breed." She mused, still pacing. "But while she is away it gives me time. Scott, I want you to follow the hybrid tomorrow. Let your trail seep out for the slightest moment so the tracker will follow with his friend. That will get them both out of the way."

"And what about his sister?" Delilah finally piped in, her eyebrow arching in amusement. Clearly to Delilah it looked to her as if Lilianna had forgotten about the most dangerous one out of them all. Although Alec's gift might've been more dangerous, in this precise moment; Jane was the dangerous one. Alec seemed to be protecting Lilianna, but as for the other one... Jane didn't know a thing, which meant she would happily rip each and everyone of them to pieces.

"Mm, let your trail out when the tracker is around Jane. She will without a doubt go with them."

Scott nodded his head, while Delilah returned to rolling her eyes and looking away.

"And what about me?" Mary asked, her light voice sending shivers down Scott's spine. He turned his head to look at her, and then back to Lilianna for the answer. Honestly, Scott hoped she would allow Mary to come with him. But then again, he didn't want to put her into the danger of having a tracker after them.

"You'll stay here with Delilah until Scott, or myself returns."

Mary opened her mouth, and Scott feared she might even protest, but she closed it and nodded.

Once that was cleared up, Lilianna came to a halt and twirled on the spot. Her white dress fluttering slightly. "I must shower, ready myself for the date I have with Aleczander."

She practically skipped off into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. Once the silent click of the lock sounded, the three remaining in the room stared at one another.

The running of water came next, and that was when they knew they were face to talk without Lilianna hearing.

Delilah was the first to snap.

"This is bullshit," she kicked herself off the wall. "I didn't sign up for this. To play babysitter, or whatever."

"This is all part of her plan. You know, a simpler life, a safe one... When she gets the twins we'll all be better. Freer, even." Scott tried to defend, while Mary sat silently.

"Free? Ha," Delilah rolled her eyes. "The moment we are free will be the moment one of those guards rip us into pieces." She pointed to the door, and then crossed her arms again.

"They're going to rip us into pieces?" Mary squeaked, her eyes widening slightly.

Scott was quick to react, his arm sliding around her back and pulling her into him. "No, don't listen to her. Delilah's just... Being Delilah." He tried to sooth, his hand running up and down her arm in a caring motion. Her head rested on his shoulder, while he glared at Delilah.

He didn't like it when she did this to Mary. He knew it scared her. She was an innocent, after all. They all were. But Mary more so.

"Oh sure, don't listen to lil' ole' Delilah," she sniped sarcastically. "Nothing new there. But when this ends badly, don't for a second think I my last breath won't be 'I told you so' because I sure as hell will make sure I say it before my head is removed."

And with that, she stormed towards the room door.

"Where are you going?" Scott asked, a sense of panic running through him.

"For a walk," Delilah pulled the door open.

"She didn't say you could go," Scott retaliated.

"Well she can bite my marble ass."

And with that, the door shut.

Scott stared endlessly towards it, willing for her to come back. But she didn't. Instead, he was left with Mary; her head on his shoulder as he tried his best to calm her.

Her head turned up, causing him to look down towards her. Their eyes met, and didn't falter in losing the connection.

"Are we really going to die?" She whispered, a small quiver to her sweet melodic voice.

"No," Scott replied, shaking his head. "I won't let anything happen to you..." The look on her face made the stirring sensation in his stomach go rampage instantaneously. "Any of you," he quickly added.

But truth be told, Scott wasn't sure he'd be able to keep that promise. It didn't mean he wouldn't try, especially for Mary - and even Delilah, despite how much of a pain in the ass she was at times. But what had they really gotten themselves into? They knew the Volturi were a high-up there coven, but when they had agreed with this plan, they hadn't known they were basically royalty. The leaders of this world, and Alec and Jane were the most feared vampires within the guard.

They didn't know just how dangerous this thing was, nor the consequences that stood if they so happened to fail. Going against the Volturi always ended in death, Scott had learnt that tonight. He had heard stories, whispers more or less, among the other guests. And despite how brave he was meant to be and tried to be, these stories terrified him.

"I wish I knew you when I was human... Thing's might've turned out differently." Mary whispered, breaking their eye connection with nuzzling her head into him more.

Truthfully, so did Scott. He could only imagine what she would have looked like as a human. What her natural eye color had once been, what type of clothing style she wore, if her cheeks flushed easily.

He knew things would have turned out differently. He would have been free to feel these things he currently was. There wouldn't be this barrier between them that was Lilianna. He could tell her all the things he wanted, and not feel like he was going against the 'brother/sister' image Lilianna had put into place.

"You know me now," Scott mused, resting his chin against her head. "and you always will. I'll never leave you, Mary. We're stuck together... Until the end."

She seemed content with that promise, and calmed herself down. Happily resting her head against him, his arm around her and his chin on her head. But there was that nagging thought Scott had. They were indeed stuck with one another until the end... But just how close was the end?

And finding out was what terrified him most.

A/N:

So, I managed to do it within a week. I have no idea how I managed it, but I did... And I am finally freaking hyped about it.

We've moving into the whole drama part of it all, where Lilianna finally lets out her wrath.

I feel sorry for Delilah, Mary and Scott. Caught in something that, as Scott says, may be a bit too big for them.

You'll see what I mean in the next few chapters - which I've also managed to write in advance. I KNOW. SURPRISED MYSELF TOO.

Lemme know your thoughts. Each review helps, and keeps my muse running high!

I'll see you next week, my lovely CorruptedHeartian's.

I love you all!

-C.H