CHAPTER ONE
Waving homecoming queens, marching band playing
I'm lost in the lights
~ Taylor Swift, Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince
Alice Cullen
Forks Washington, present day
"Don't let her die," he'd begged. The man with the odd eyes that weren't quite red but not the golden I had seen of them in my vision, either. Edward. Our interaction had been short, so laughably short compared to how long our lives had been since, but I still thought of it every day.
"Don't let her die. She's going to be constantly hunted if she becomes one of us. She'll never be safe. Don't let her die. Please."
It was the ultimate sacrifice. Begging me to make sure the woman who was quite literally made for him never found him, even for her own good. I couldn't blame him for it, because her fate was not one I would wish on anybody.
My visions of her were murky. Frustratingly cloudy no matter how many times I looked for her. There were too many different games at play, too many unknown decisions surrounding her. Sometimes Aro had her; locked her up in a dungeon buried deep beneath Volterra. He experimented on her and starved her and had catastrophic plans for how to use her power to his advantage.
I saw that future too many times for my comfort. It had been the clearest one until Edward made his decision to go to Volterra.
Now, there was only one left of her. Far more clear than her capture, it was the first one I had shown him. Her and Edward, the one that told me they were mates. A simple moment but the undercurrent of power I got from it…. The woman, her name still annoyingly missing from my visions, sat in a field of overgrown grass surrounded by snow-capped mountains. In Denali, maybe. She was one of us, her skin too pale to be human, her eyes golden amber. She sat cross legged in the grass wearing a simple pale blue sundress that fell past her knees. Edward approached her from a distance, his movements slow and steady, like he didn't want to startle her. Once he reached her and sat down before her, they both gave each other matching, tentative smiles.
The only problem was that I had never once seen her as a human. My visions were better once I knew a person, got a taste for their essence and could more easily find them, but that had never been the case for Edward and his mate. I had seen Edward long before I ever met him, and that vision of them in the field was so strong and always unwavering.
It should have been enough for me to try and find her, see where she was or if she had at least been born, but I had never seen a glimpse of her as a human.
It made no difference to Edward. When I told him everything I knew, he still didn't hesitate to join the Volturi in Italy. For even the smallest hope that one day, his presence there could save her.
The memory haunted me ever since. Because maybe it had been the wrong call, telling him. Maybe I had ruined the man I had seen happily on his way to reunite with his sire, the man that would have become my closest brother. Because that girl was nowhere to be found.
Jasper's thumb gently rubbed at the crease between my brows as I frowned down at the pathetic tray of human food from the Forks High cafeteria. It did nothing to soothe the guilt, only made it grow. Because he didn't know what I had done.
None of them did.
We found Carlisle and Esme and Emmett and Rosalie in 1950. The six of us had been together, for the most part, ever since. Carlisle talked about Edward fondly, never losing hope that he would one day come back. He knew he was with the Volturi, and it was easy for anyone watching to see how much it pained him that Edward ended up there, but he never stopped trusting his first born, so to speak.
I almost told him. So many times I wanted to tell him about that fateful hour I spent with Edward, but I couldn't. It had been decided that night outside of London that nobody could know. The more minds that knew of the beautiful girl I had seen with more power than any vampire ever known, the more danger she was in.
I let out a sigh, to release the stress and appear more human to the students around us. Not that anyone was paying attention to us today. The first day of a new school year was always exciting for humans. Coupled with the fact that the tiny town of Forks Washington was welcoming police chief Charlie Swan's daughter for her senior year of high school and no one cared about our quartet of vampires. I hadn't caught a glimpse of her yet so when I heard Mike Newton drooling over her as he and the girl approached the cafeteria, I glanced toward the entrance.
The plastic red tray slid out of my hands, crashing to the linoleum underneath my feet. For the first time in my vampiric existence, my mind was silent. Utterly devoid of a single cognitive thought as Isabella Swan rushed forward to help Jasper clean up the food at my feet.
"Is she okay?" Isabella asked, not even flinching at the darkening of Jasper's eyes at her proximity.
Jasper, I thought, a shiver of terror sliding down my spine at his proximity to the girl. His self-control around humans was shaky at best, and here the girl was inches away from him and not an ounce of fear coming off of her.
"Oh, shoot," I gasped, falling to the floor and grabbing a handful of stale fries while casually positioning myself between Jasper and the girl.
The one who fearlessly rushed toward a quartet of vampires without hesitation. The one I had spent ninety years looking for.
Isabella Swan.
"Are you all right?" she asked again, deep brown eyes filled with nothing but concern. No fear, no unease at being inches away from me and the rest of my family as she handed me a shiny red apple before it could roll away.
"Yes," I sighed, doing my best to look embarrassed. "Thanks."
She shrugged with a kind smile. "I've been there. More times than I'll ever admit."
"I'm Alice," I told her quietly, trying not to look at her with too much emotion. As it was, my eyes would have been flooded with tears were I able to produce them.
She smiled at me. "Bella."
"Don't let her die. Please."
My throat constricted, nothing to do with the steady burn of thirst. I was well aware of the shock of the three vampires surrounding me, but thankfully the attention span of the average high schooler was shorter and most had gone back to their own lunches.
"Would you like to sit with us, Bella?"
"Oh," she gasped, genuinely surprised at my invitation.
I was too.
Bella looked behind her, where the group of humans who had been crowding her all day stared daggers in her back now that she was talking to me. They feigned smiles when she turned around.
Humans were fickle creatures. The girls were probably nice to her face but secretly hated the fact that every male in town was excited about the shiny new toy.
Bella turned back to me, taking in the three other vampires that were studying her with much harsher scrutiny than the humans had. I had half a mind to knock Emmett's knees out from underneath him at the frown he was giving her.
None of them knew how important she was, but it was still rude to glare.
Bella was seemingly unfazed. "Sure," she smiled.
I hooked my arm through hers and we walked back through the lunch line together.
"What are you doing, Alice?" Jasper whispered to me from across the cafeteria.
"Am I not scary anymore? Have I lost my edge?" Emmett bemoaned to himself.
"She's lost her mind," Roaslie grumbled. I wasn't quite sure if she was talking about me or Bella, but I ignored all of them.
"So," I said, grabbing food at random. I was too nervous to take my eyes off of the girl. Bella I corrected myself. I had a name now. "How do you like Forks?"
"Would you think I was crazy if I said I kind of loved it?" Bella asked quietly.
"Why would that be weird?"
She shrugged, following beside me. "All day everyone has asked about Phoenix. They complained about the rain and the size of Forks. Jessica called it boring half a dozen times before second period."
"Jessica has always been a little melodramatic."
Bella nodded, absentmindedly taking a seat beside me and across from a trio of very confused vampires. I leveled them all with a quick glare.
"I don't know. I expected to hate it here. But there's something very… comforting about it. Safe."
Emmett choked on a laugh. Thankfully covering it up with a cough.
"It doesn't get much safer than Forks," I agreed.
"How long have… you all lived here?" she asked, eyes glancing over at the trio across from us.
"Oh! Sorry. How rude of me. This is Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie. We're Dr. Cullen's kids. On paper. We're all adopted."
Still somehow unfazed by the unease we usually radiated around humans, Bella smiled over at my siblings and mate. "It's nice to meet you all. Thanks for letting me crash your lunch. I don't know if I would have survived a whole hour with Mike."
Emmett huffed out a laugh, leaning forward toward Bella. A test, to see if he had really lost his edge. Bella didn't flinch, even when he gave her a toothy smile. "You're welcome here anytime, Bella. Our table is always a Newton-free zone."
He seemed to get over his worry about losing his edge quickly, now more curious about the fearless human.
Rosalie was hiding her anger behind an unimpressed frown and Jasper was taking Bella's proximity as a test.
They would have questions. So many of them by the time the school day was over. For the first time in nearly a hundred years, I wasn't sure if I had an answer.
This girl, this fearless human who happily rushed over to help me was meant to become one of us. Even now that I knew her I still only saw glimpses of her as a vampire. Edward begged me to save her from that fate, even when I told him how impossible it seemed.
There was always something bigger at play where Bella was concerned. My visions of her–they exuded power. She exuded power, but I had never seen any specifics. Was it fighting fate to try and keep her human? Or was it better for everyone if that power was never put into play at all?
I didn't have to make any decisions now. None of the ones I had made had changed my visions of Bella anyway.
—Miss Americana—
"What the hell, Alice?" Rosalie snapped as soon as we were all through the front door. Carlisle and Esme were immediately in the living room.
"What happened?" Carlisle asked.
"Alice befriended a human," Rosalie snipped.
A growl rumbled from Jasper beside me. I waved him off. Rosalie was harmless. She liked to pretend to be self-centered, but she worried about the good of the family more than she would ever admit. Loved each of us fiercely and would do anything for us. Even befriend a human.
"Who?"
"Isabella Swan," I told him quietly. As if saying her name would make her disappear. As it was, I was fighting the urge to go to Chief Swan's house and watch over her myself.
"Why?"
"She's… nice."
Five sets of amber eyes looked at me as if I had finally lost my mind.
"She is nice and all, Alice," Emmett said patiently. "But she's human. We don't befriend humans."
"No, you don't–" I grumbled to myself. Could I tell them everything now? There were still so many questions, so many different ways the future could play out for Bella and us. And that vision of her as Aro's captive was still far too strong for my liking.
"She's going to be one of us. I don't know how or what the circumstances are around her change, but she will be one of us. A Cullen."
Cullen, I thought. I'd make sure she became a Cullen and not a Hale in our little cover story. For Edward.
Carlisle's face contorted into a deep frown. "You're sure?"
My visions were subjective. I didn't like to give anybody an absolute answer, but I had never been more certain of anything. "Yes."
"She's brave, I'll give her that," Emmett said. "Walked right up to all of us without a whiff of fear."
"Brave or stupid?" Rosalie murmured.
"She's not stupid," I snapped at Rosalie. "She's… special. Meant to be one of us."
Everyone went quiet. They all knew there was something I wasn't telling them. Couldn't tell them.
"Then we'll make sure she's taken care of," Esme said calmly. "In this life, and the next."
I nodded, even though I wasn't sure if it was possible. Even now that I knew her, I hadn't had a single vision of Bella as a human. Her future as a vampire was still up in the air, the only sure thing in her afterlife was that fraction of a moment with Edward.
I would try. For Edward, I'd try to see if I could keep this fragile human girl alive for her own mortal lifespan.
Hours later I sat at the edge of a small little pond while Jasper finished his hunt. The sun had set behind Forks' clouds long ago, the moon reflected in the water. I didn't mind the sprinkling of rain that plastered my hair to my forehead or the mud on my jeans as I sat by the water.
I didn't flinch when I felt Jasper sit beside me, his hand resting protectively on my shoulder. "Do you know what you're doing, Alice?"
My answer was quick and honest. "No."
It was disorienting, not knowing. There had to be other paths in the future for Bella besides the two I had seen. I had to believe that Edward sacrificing himself to the Volturi for her had helped her escape that fate of being Aro's prisoner and I had to hope that one day they would meet in that meadow.
Because even though Edward begged me to save her from her change, I knew it was unlikely.
The one certainty I had was that Bella would be born into an extraordinarily powerful vampire no matter what. And while I would do anything to make sure she never ended up Aro's prisoner, I couldn't help but try to look too far into the future. Wonder why.
I liked to think there was a reason for everything. Maybe it was because of my gift, because I spent so much of my time living in a hundred different scenarios before actually experiencing the real thing, but there had to be a reason.
For all of it, all of us, there had to be a purpose. For how Carlisle had been able to survive his early days as a vampire and sustain his vegetarian ways. There was a reason why he found Edward in Chicago all those years ago and chose to make him his companion. All of us, Carlisle and Esme, Emmett and Rosalie, Jasper and I, we were a family for a reason.
And I was petrified of not knowing the reason why this kind human girl was going to turn into the most powerful vampire in existence. Or finding out the answer when it was too late
"What do you need me to do?" Jasper asked quietly.
"Help me protect her."
It was the only answer I could come up with.
—Miss Americana—
Changing our school schedules was easy. It was the second day of class and students making switches so early in the year was practically expected. Nobody second guessed the fact that there was now a Cullen or Hale in every one of Bella Swan's classes.
Rosalie was still skeptical and wasn't in the helping mood yet, but I couldn't blame her. Emmett was willing to keep an eye on her in his Spanish and English courses. The only class I could get myself into was her seventh period gym thanks to my status as a Junior while she was a Senior. She had a majority of her classes with Jasper.
I tried not to be nervous about his control. It had been better the last few years, but it was still a constant struggle for him.
And I quickly found out that with his proximity to Bella, my visions were unreliable. I only got little flashes of his conversations with her. Jasper. The one being on this planet I had never had a problem seeing.
The whole ordeal had me wondering whether vampires were capable of getting migraines. It was a good thing I had passed high school a handful of times already, because I spent my whole day listening to Bella's conversations with my siblings. I had to rely on simply hearing the conversations through the walls of the school as opposed to seeing them.
She and Jasper talked about our adoption. He gave her the story we were going with these days; Carlisle and Esme found out they weren't able to have children so they went on a bit of an early adoption spree a few years after they got married. It was the most Jasper had ever talked in a class and I had to smile at the shocked and confused looks he got from the rest of the students.
Emmett quizzed her. Found out she was an only child and her mother had recently gotten remarried. She chose to relocate for her senior year to give her mother some freedom.
He had to catch her by the elbow as she stood up from her chair, practically tripping over thin air. She didn't flinch at his touch.
"Do you think it's the animal blood?" he asked us quietly at the lunch table. Bella wouldn't be able to hear him as she crunched on her apple. "Makes us less scary as the time goes on?"
"You're plenty scary, Emmett. The girl is just clueless."
I hissed quietly. Rosalie was taking longer to come around than I would have liked. Although having a human at our lunch table did pose a rather big inconvenience on all of us as we forced down a few revolting bites of the random assortment of food we had in front of us.
It still sloshed around unpleasantly in my stomach as I met Bella in the gymnasium.
"Partner?" I asked, handing her a badminton racket as our gym class got started.
She looked absolutely horrified and I wondered if her fear was finally kicking in. "I… I like you, Alice. And I was really hoping we would become friends. But I don't think that friendship will ever happen if we're gym partners."
My head cocked to the side. "Why?"
"Gym… it's not my thing. I'm extremely bad luck in just about every physical activity. I gave my gym teacher in Phoenix a concussion. Twice."
I couldn't help the full body chortle.
She wasn't afraid of me. She was afraid for my safety.
"I think our friendship can survive it," I told her with a nod, walking over to stand across from Mike Newton and Tyler Crowley. Maybe she'd give one of them a concussion.
—Miss Americana—
My friendship with Bella was solid after that first gym class together (she very nearly gave Mike Newton a concussion when her racket slipped out of her hand). She even got along seamlessly with Emmett and Jasper.
Jasper. Out of all of us, he was the most… intense. Humans rarely got close to him unless absolutely necessary. He and Bella bonded over their love of history. I knew he was itching to be able to tell her everything he knew about it, including all of the things he had lived through himself.
Emmett, while still slightly concerned that he was losing his edge, became her fiercest protector after just a few days. The girl was a bit of a danger magnet and had a lot of trouble walking over flat surfaces. He had saved her from falling flat on her face a dozen times by the time the first week of school was over.
Unfortunately, he also had to save her from being crushed by Tyler Crowley's van when he started hydroplaning at the most inopportune angle in the parking lot. He was already walking by. Had he been human they both would have been crushed between Bella's monster of a truck and Tyler's van.
Luckily, Emmett was not human and able to keep Bella from getting more than a couple scratches. Unluckily, Bella was incredibly observant.
I longed for Edward to be here to know what she was thinking. Because there was a feeling in my gut as she eyed us in the week following the accident that told me she knew.
It wasn't unheard of, a human getting suspicious of us or any other vampire. Any other vampire would have made her their meal before she could get too close to the truth.
Rosalie was still Rosalie. But she had picked out a surprisingly beautiful necklace for Bella for her birthday.
I might have stretched the truth a bit to Bella, but she had agreed to come over for dinner for her birthday. She told me Charlie had gotten called in for a night shift and I immediately decided it was time for her to meet Carlisle and Esme.
Well, she did meet Carlisle after the accident at the hospital. But tonight would be more fun.
Every day Bella fit more perfectly within our family. Because every day there were so many signs that she was Edward's mate. That she was searching for him. Had been for nearly her entire life.
She and Jasper spent a whole period discussing the Spanish Flu outbreak of 1918 that would have taken Edward's human life. She didn't know it yet, of course, but she was so animatedly interested in the whole ordeal. She had already studied it in Phoenix and got a perfect score on her paper.
I asked her one lunch period if she had ever traveled much and she told me about a road trip she took with her mother last summer up to Chicago. She pulled up some pictures on her phone. I wasn't sure how well I kept my composure as she showed me a picture of her and her mother standing in front of a home that used to belong to the Masen family in 1918.
To her and her mother it was just a good spot for a picture. The lighting had been right and her mom had been on a photo kick. But I knew it wasn't a coincidence.
When Bella started talking about wanting to backpack through Italy after graduating high school, I knew she would never stop searching for him. When she walked into our house on the evening of her eighteenth birthday and her eyes immediately locked in on Edward's piano, the one Carlisle and Esme never moved without, I knew there was no hope in keeping her from one day being one of us.
It was when everything seemed to click for the family too, as they all watched this fragile human girl be utterly fascinated by the piano that belonged to the vampire Carlisle talked about so fondly. The one who was supposed to be our brother.
Before anyone could get out much of a greeting, Bella's eyes snapped to Carlisle where he stood across the foyer. And then the steady beat of her heart that we had all gotten so used to stopped a moment before she collapsed to the floor.
"No!" I gasped, catching her before her body could touch the ground. "Carlisle!"
"Fuck," he grunted, his normal composure gone as his eyes frantically scanned over Bella's perfectly healthy human body. He started CPR immediately, somehow managing to control his strength just right in an attempt to help keep her blood pumping.
She was only down for half a minute before her heart started pumping on its own again, working far too fast.
Then the screaming started.
Bloodcurdling screams that all of us recognized.
"Oh no," I gasped, staring down at the kind, sweet, smart human girl that I had been in charge of protecting.
She was supposed to be one of us, that much I knew. But this…
I got my first new vision of Bella. Well, Bella by proxy. Carlisle sat beside her as she screamed in agony in the spare bedroom upstairs.
I could see fresh spring flowers outside of the window.
"My God," Carlisle gasped, staring down at Bella, his palms hovering over her chest where he had frozen his compressions.
Too long. Her change would take months without any venom helping whatever had started it in the first place.
"Venom," I gasped. "She needs more–"
Carlisle understood immediately, his teeth sinking into Bella's neck. Then her wrists.
Edward's voice echoed through my head as I watched.
"Don't let her die. She's going to be constantly hunted if she becomes one of us. She'll never be safe. Don't let her die. Please."
—Miss Americana—
Even with my perfect otherworldly eardrums, Bella's screams were nearly deafening. I sat by her side, in the exact chair I saw Carlisle sitting in my vision. The one that had to have taken place approximately six months from now. Six months of transforming into a vampire.
I didn't remember my own transformation very well, but everyone else did. Everyone else was still haunted by the pain, decades later. None of them burned for more than a handful of days.
I listened to my family clean up the small birthday celebration I had planned for Bella, flashing back to the last time I saw her mate.
London, 1931
"She hasn't been born yet," I told Edward. "But she's going to be the most powerful vampire to walk the earth."
The crease between his brows deepened. Worry immediately etched his face while his brownish-red eyes widened slightly in alarm. "How do you know?"
That was the question I had been dreading. "I…can feel it."
His worry disappeared, replaced by skepticism. "You can feel it," he repeated, slightly condescendingly, but I would let it slide this once.
"Some of my visions are mild, simple flashes of an inconsequential moment. Others take over all of my senses. The first time I saw her, saw you meeting her, I could feel her power. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before."
His worry was back. "Show me."
I pulled the vision from my mind. The beautiful meadow filled with lavender and wildflowers, plush greenery and even a few miscellaneous streaks of sunlight coming from a partly cloudy sky.
She sat in the middle, her focus on the horizon and dazed as Edward walked slowly up to her.
The field practically vibrated with power.
The vision blacked out as he knelt in front of her.
"Believe me now?" I asked him.
He was dazed, his face that of a man who had just seen his salvation. Just had the answer to all of the world's problems given to him. A man who was suddenly utterly devoted to his mate before even learning her name.
It took a good two minutes for his eyes to focus back on me.
"Who—" he gasped. "Where is she?"
"That's the problem. I've only ever had two visions of her and—"
"Show me the other."
I hesitated. He caught it.
"What is it?"
I showed him the only other vision I'd had of the beautiful woman from the meadow. This one was much less serene. It was dark and desolate, her hair in knots and clothing disheveled. Her eyes were black and lifeless as she huddled in the corner. Shackles were on her wrists.
A feral growl erupted from Edward.
Volterra I told him. Hesitantly replaying the vision and focusing on the gaudy Volturi crest embedded in the cuffs.
"That's all I know," I admitted. "I've tried searching for more. I don't think she's even been born yet. All I know is that she is your mate." The involuntary curve of his lips into a crooked smile caused my undead heart to clench. "And we cannot let the Volturi get her."
The Volturi coveted gifts, it was no secret. Aro and Marcus and Caius had a guard full of dozens of talented vampires protecting them and, subsequently, the secrecy of our kind.
But the power that the woman in the meadow possessed rivaled all of the Volturi combined. If they hadn't killed her, destroyed her and her power on the spot in order to protect the peace, it meant they wanted to use her. For what, I couldn't be sure.
"Nothing good," Edward answered with a growl. "Carlisle had been hearing rumors… Before I left, some of his friends stopped by and told him they had heard the Volturi were getting… restless."
Restlessness and eternal life were not a good combination.
"They can never know about her," Edward said firmly.
I saw his decision play out in my mind before he could voice it. Edward, in Volterra, with a dark charcoal gray, nearly black, cloak on as he stood beside Aro.
"Edward—"
"It's the only way," he told me quickly. "The only way I could possibly do anything to keep her from being taken by them is if I am one of them."
"She isn't even alive yet, Edward. We can…" I had nothing. No plan, no idea on how to protect the powerful girl even before her birth.
"It would be too suspicious joining later. If they ever found out about her and I suddenly joined… they wouldn't trust me."
He was right. It was better than the nonexistent plans I hadn't been able to come up with.
Still, I frowned and showed him what could have been. The family we had been close to becoming.
"We would have been great friends, Edward," I said softly.
His eyes tightened but his lips twitched with a melancholy smile. "We already are."
I let out an unnecessary sigh of breath. His future was set. There would be no changing his mind. "You'll be back," I said, though I had no vision to back my claim. Just blind hope that I hadn't just ruined this vampire's existence.
"You didn't ruin my existence, Alice," Edward told me kindly. "You showed me one worth fighting for. May I ask one favor of you? No. Make that two."
"Of course."
"Don't tell Carlisle. Not until it's necessary. Anybody who knows will be in danger."
That had already been my plan. I nodded. What else?
"Don't let her die. She's going to be constantly hunted if she becomes one of us. She'll never be safe. Don't let her die. Please."
Forks Washington, present day
"Alice." Carlisle's voice broke me out of my thoughts. He stood in the doorway for a moment before I watched him take a quick scan of Bella.
The screaming hadn't stopped.
"We need to talk, Alice," Carlisle told me firmly.
I squeezed Bella's hand. It was clenched into a tight fist, but I hoped my cold skin might offer her some small amount of reprieve.
"Everyone is downstairs—"
"I can't leave her."
"Bella will be fine. She—"
"I can't leave her!" I snapped.
Jasper was by my side in an instant. The doorway filled with the rest of the family.
"I promised him, Carlisle. I promised I would try to keep this from happening and I failed, but I won't let her burn alone. I owe him that much."
"Who?" Carlisle asked calmly.
My gaze left Bella and went to Carlisle. "Edward."
Carlisle's features froze. Then a heartbreakingly joyful glint shone in his eyes. "Edward is here?"
"No," I answered quickly. I took an unnecessarily deep breath. "I found Edward in London in 1931 because I'd had two visions. One of him meeting Bella. And one of Bella as a prisoner in Volterra."
A quiet growl came from Carlisle. "Edward would never—"
"No," I agreed. "Of course not. He would never give Bella to the Volturi. Because Bella is his mate. And because Bella is going to be the most powerful vampire to ever exist."
A small, heartbroken gasp came from Esme. "He joined them to protect her."
I nodded, looking back down at Bella. "He asked me not to tell you until I absolutely had to. He—"
"He knew I would have tried to get him back," Carlisle finished for me.
A/N: Thank you guys so much for the response to this story! I know it's so different from my usual work. And, honestly, I don't remember the last time I read a vamp fic. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter enough to stick with me! I don't really know how often I'll update this one. I have six chapters written at the moment, but I don't know if I'm going to add it to my IICHLIWP-Mine rotation. I might try to do it every other week while still keeping up with those other updates as well. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see ya next time!
