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[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Eleven

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Cannon typical violence

Notes: A few days late, so thank you for waiting! I had a rough weekend, but I couldn’t not put something out for you wonderful people that have shown me so much love for this story.

Word Count: 1491

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• March 16th, 2005 • Bella’s Ballet Studio •

Reader

I swear, Isabella Swan sure knows how to talk me into some seriously stupid plans. Okay, so maybe she didn’t really talk me into joining her, but I couldn’t exactly let her go face a bloodthirsty vampire on her own. Two humans against one vampire, not much by the way of odds considering we have no means for being any kind of physical challenge.

We managed to slip past Alice and Jasper while they were in the lobby checking out. After getting a phone call from Edward that the nomads figured out the rouse, both he and Jasper decided to get us far away… whatever that means long-term.

“So… you got a plan?” I ask her once we exit the taxi.

Jasper is going to murder me for managing to run away from him undetected and throwing myself head first into danger.

“I hadn’t really thought that far, he’s got my mom Y/n.” She pauses a few seconds before turning to enter the ballet studio she attended as a kid and I follow.

It’s silent in the building until we enter the main studio room lined with mirrors.

“Bella! Bella? Bella-where are you?” I hear her mom call out.

“Mom?” Bella begins running in the direction of her voice with me hot on her heels, “Mom?” She asks again as she whips open the doors to a closet in the back of the room.

Only it’s empty. Except for a tv. Playing an old home-movie of Bella as a child.

“That’s my favorite part,” the nomad James taunts Bella as he stalks toward us, “You were a stubborn child, weren’t you?”

Renee isn’t here, never was.

Terror, absolute terror shocks through me. It’s a trap and we walked straight into it without even questioning it. Jasper and Alice don’t even know where we are, I can only hope they’ve even figured out we’re gone by now.

I turn to run to the doors we just entered through, if I could just get outside and call-

But James is there in a flash, hand fisted around my throat. “Leaving so soon? The party hasn’t started yet.” He throws me against a wall as he stalks forward to Isabella, “Have a seat, you won’t want to miss this.”

I continue to flash in and out of consciousness as he plays with the both of us, taunting Edward and Jasper in his twisted video. Breaking Bella’s leg, a blow to my side to keep me from running again, the pain was all-encompassing.

And my only thought was, I hope they find us in time.

“Darlin’, can you open your eyes for me?” Frantic words and cold fingers ghost over my skin.

I manage to crack one blurry eye open, “Jasper?” I croak out slightly confused. How long have I been out? Am I still in the studio?

“Carlisle!” Is the Jasper Hale panicking? I crack a smile on my busted lips and it earns me a line of questioning.

“What’s so funny, doll? Hmm?” Chilly hands continue to inspect my broken body, I can see his wide eyes flicking over my injuries. Not hunger - no, concern.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you panic, Hale.” I say calmly, at odds with the chaos stirring around us.

“Well, I’ve never seen you… like this. Because of me.” He won’t meet my gaze.

“Not because of you,” cough “I made the decision to tag along with Bella,” I paused to let out a particularly rough cough, “we thought he had,” another cough “her mom, we had to do something.”

“Carlisle, I need you!” He’s definitely panicking now, the tone in his voice getting harder the more labored my breathing.

“What’s-” but his dad stops mid-question as he slides up to the side not occupied by his son, his gaze accessing. “Talk to me Y/n, what hurts?”

“Uh, everything?” The stern look I receive from both men has me reconsidering. “Chest - feels like someone is sitting on it. Head definitely got smacked around and my arm-“ I try to lift it show Carlisle.

“Sprained at the wrist, but not broken. Ribs probably broken, maybe a punctured lung, definitely a concussion.” Jasper lets out a breath at his dad’s assessment like he’s been punched and I roll my head in his direction.

Carlisle turns to his son, “Help Emmett take care of James, I’ve got her.” He doesn’t offer him a comforting touch, as if Jasper’s distressed state were a palpable and volatile thing.

Jasper gives him a hard look for a few beats before nodding. Not sparing me a glance, he disappeared from my limited view before I could blink.

“I’m taking both you and Bella to the hospital, I don’t have the supplies to treat either one of you. I don’t have anything to even give you a needle decompression, like I suspect you need and soon.” Carlisle briefs me as he finishes up his assessment of my broken body.

“Don’t call my mom, please-“

“Y/n, she deserves to know you’re injured.” He replies softly. “And it’ll be impossible to avoid explaining your injuries when you return home.”

My open eye blinks slowly, trying to think of a plan that doesn’t involve freaking my mother out.

“Y/n?” Carlisle pats my cheek lightly to gain my attention, but I can’t hear him anymore. Muffled shouting and I’m lifted in a pair of arms that are semi-familiar. I groan in pain and I’m shushed gently before everything fades to black.

At least the darkness takes away the pain.

• March 18th, 2005 • Hospital - Phoenix, Arizona•

Jasper

Beep, beep, beep… The heart monitor grating on every exposed nerve in my chest. As someone not completely accustomed to an animal-only vampire diet, hospitals are a massive no-go, but I didn’t really have a choice. Not when it comes to her.

So I swallow the white-hot hunger and try to let the incessant beeping lull me into a meditative state. She’ll be okay, that’s what her doctor and my father told me.

Four broken ribs, a punctured lung, a sprained wrist, a fractured orbital bone, and a mild concussion. My hands tighten painfully to ground me in the moment, James is dead - hell, he’s ash now. He hurt her and now he no longer terrorizes my girl which is good enough for me, has to be.

I know he filmed it, Edward watched it, but I can’t bring myself to. After sensing his rage, I know I would absolutely combust from anger, to see his hands on her… I can’t. I can hardly stand to sit here across the room and see her face bruised and swollen, body covered with tubes and wires.

A sharp intake of breath pulls me from the dark recesses of my mind. I want to stand and walk to her, but I don’t quite have a grip on my control yet. Anger, hunger, or this terrified feeling lodged in my throat.

“Jaz?” She croaks out, not seeing me due to her eye injury obstructing her view.

“I’m here.” I assure her, the quiet rumble of my voice having a noticeable relaxing effect on her tired body.

“Why are you-” a pause, “Oh god-I’m in a hospital-” I immediately flash to her side as her heartbeat picks up and worry begins to flood the room.

“Shh sweetheart, you’re alright.” Smoothing the hair on her forehead and her emotions at the same time.

“No-you,” she chokes out, “you-you’re here and-and-”

“I’m fine. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” I tell her resolutely, my fingers still caressing her beautiful face.

“If it hurts too much, if you aren’t ready to be in a place like this, I’ll understand. Your eyes…” her fingers trace lightly over the tops of my cheeks and I hold perfectly still. My eyes must be pitch black by now, but there are more important matters - like her in this hospital bed.

I give her a wan smile, “Darlin’, I’m exactly where I need to be.”

A blush rises to her cheeks at my words and it eases the restriction in my chest a fraction.

Her smile cracks, “My mom?”

“Downstairs.” Her face blanches completely, “I called her, she’s not mad-“

But her mother opens the door to her room slowly, trying to preserve the quiet.

“Mom?” Y/n asks tenderly, I stand to give them space as she rushes to her daughter’s bedside.

“I’m going to go find my father.” I tell them, giving Y/n one more lingering look before disappearing silently out of the door, save for the click of the latch.

“He’s been here the whole time,” her mom starts explaining, “I haven’t been able to get him to leave your side to even eat anything…” I stop paying attention as I walk down the corridor to give them privacy.

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I wasn't tagged but I'm doing it anyway. You're not my boss!

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag 10 people

Wind-Up - Jethro Tull

Catch The Wind - Donovan

The Red Shoes - Kate Bush

The Air You Breathe - Belinda Carlisle

First Things First - Neon Trees

American Pie - Don McLean

The River - KT Tunstall

Big Yellow Taxi - Joni Mitchell

Summertime - My Chemical Romance

Learn To Fly - Foo Fighters

And I don't really feel like tagging people, so consider yourself tagged if you want to do this!

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Henry ‘Chips’ Channon: The Diaries (Vol. 1), 1918-38, entry for 14th April 1923

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Saturday 14th April

We dined at three tables this evening at the Grafton Galleries, we being the Carlisles, the Prince of Wales,¹ Poppy Baring,² Mrs Coats,³ Alice Astor, Prince Henry⁴ and a little woman he is flirting [with], Prince George,⁵ Lady Alexandra Curzon,⁶ Serge Obolensky and Paul of Serbia. Paul Whiteman,⁷ an American, conducted his fabulous orchestra with intoxicating skill on hearing who was in the room. At about 11.30 the Prince of Wales decided to commandeer the band and we left . . . but where to go? We agreed on the Curzons’ house (which is closed for repairs). The Prince of Wales sent to St James Palace for a great deal of champagne: the band of twenty-eight musicians arrived and we all crept stealthily into the darkened house. But no glasses! Prince Henry and I searched the bedrooms and collected every available toothbrush glass . . . . At dawn we went out on the balcony and at last when the band was ready to collapse and we were exhausted we sadly separated. It was 7.30 Sunday morning. We walked up Pall Mall in our evening dress hunting taxis. The guard at Marlborough House⁸ recognised the young pink princes and presented arms. We have all sworn to secrecy about this hush party but I wonder how long it will be before all of London knows and gossips. I shan’t say a word.

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1. Prince Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David (1894-1972), elder son of King George V and Queen Mary, created Prince of Wales 1911; succeeded his father in January 1936 as King Edward VIII, abdicated December 1936; created Duke of Windsor on his abdication; married Wallis Warfield Simpson (1896-1986), of Baltimore, in 1937.

2. Helen Azalea ‘Poppy’ Baring (1901-80), daughter of Sir Godfrey Baring Bt, and Eva Hermione Mackintosh: the Duke of York had proposed to her in 1921 but his mother, Queen Mary, had forbidden the union because of her supposed unsuitability. She was also vetoed as a bride for Prince George, whose mistress she became. She married William Piers Thursby (1904-77) in 1928. She ran a dress shop in Down Street, off Piccadilly in London.

3. Audrey Evelyn James (1902-68), daughter of William Dodge James, married in 1922 Captain Muir Dudley Coats MC (1897-1927) of the Scots Guards. Having been widowed she married in 1930 Marshall James Field (1893-1956), an American department-store heir, investment banker and newspaper proprietor. They divorced in 1934.

4. Prince Henry William Frederick Albert (1900-74), third son of King George V and Queen Mary, created Duke of Gloucester 1928; married in 1935 Lady Alice Christabel Montagu Douglas Scott (1901-2004), daughter of the 7th Duke of Buccleuch.

5. Prince George Edward Alexander Edmund (1902-42), fourth son of King George V and Queen Mary, created Duke of Kent 1934; married in 1934 Princess Marina of Greece and Denmark (1906-68). Although known before his marriage to have had a number of mistresses he was also believed to be bisexual, and became one of Channon’s closest friends. He was killed on active service with the RAF when his flying boat crashed into a hillside in Caithness.

6. Lady Alexandra Naldera ‘Baba’ Curzon (1904-95), Lord Curzon’s youngest daughter by his first marriage. In 1925 she married Major Edward Dudley ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe (1887-1957), confidant and equerry of the future King Edward VIII, but conducted a number of affairs with men in high society, notably Lord Halifax, between the wars. Because of her flirtations with various fascists in the 1930s her nickname morphed into ‘Baba Blackshirt’.

7. Paul Samuel Whiteman (1890-1967) was one of America’s most famous band leaders.

8. Residence of Queen Alexandra in her widowhood.

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Nostalgia! Joni Mitchell Receiving the Gershwin Prize For Popular Song from Librarian of Congress Carla Hayden, Constitution Hall, Washington DC, 1 March 2023.

I am posting this here because Mitchell is a native of Ft. McLeod, Alberta, inside my definition of the Northwest. The concert honoring Mitchell included performers Brandi Carlisle, Herbie Hancock, Annie Lennox, Graham Nash, and James Taylor (among others). For anyone of my age, those were major names in the music business. The evening had highlight performances of "Both Sides Now" by Annie Lennox and "Yellow Taxi" by the assembled forces. Not normally the music I listen to, but immense fun and very nostalgic.

The evening had a PNW vibe, for in addition to Mitchell herself, Vancouver Island's jazz great Diana Krall performed. And at the awards ceremony several congressional figures were included, the odious California fascist and Speaker of the House Kevin McCarthy (though he seems to have largely ceded the powers of that office to the seditionist Marjorie Greene), the duplicitous Susan Collins, and from the Senate Washington State Senator and Senate President Pro Tem Parry Murray (third from right in the photo). While McCarthy and Collins got tepidly polite applause, there was a rousing round of applause for Murray.

Reflecting on Murray, I remember her once being derided as the dumbest member of Congress, a suburban housewife in tennis shoes way out of her element. Has she ever proved those critics wrong! Over her terms as Senator she has become one of the most powerful and influential members on Capitol Hill, widely respected for her command of policy and politics. I certainly hope Washington State voters reelect her once again, as she is the most powerful Senator from the state at least since the Days of Warren Magnuson with influence equal to that he once enjoyed.

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Butlers Avenue, Water Street, Christ Church, Barbados. Shawn Carlisle Harewood, 38-year-old taxi driver, ARRESTED for the Winston Scott Polyclinic incident.

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A Bajan trait known as ‘The Mannequin Effect’ is seen here in this collage. Have you ever asked yourselves why you freeze during conflict? Naked!!

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Top Songs of 1987 - Hits of 1987

Top Songs of 1987 - Hits of 1987 Top Songs of 1987 including: a-ha - The Living Daylights, Bananarama - Love In The First Degree, Bee Gees - You Win Again, Belinda Carlisle - Heaven Is A Place On Earth, Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes - (I've Had) The Time Of My Life, Black - Wonderful Life, Bon Jovi - Wanted Dead Or Alive, Boy George - Everything I Own, Bruce Springsteen - Brilliant Disguise and many more! Subscribe to our channel to see more of our content! 1. a-ha - The Living Daylights 2. Bananarama - Love In The First Degree 3. Bee Gees - You Win Again 4. Belinda Carlisle - Heaven Is A Place On Earth 5. Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes - (I've Had) The Time Of My Life 6. Black - Wonderful Life 7. Bon Jovi - Wanted Dead Or Alive 8. Boy George - Everything I Own 9. Bruce Springsteen - Brilliant Disguise 10. Bryan Adams - Heat Of The Night 11. C. C. Catch - Soul Survivor 12. Camouflage - The Great Commandment 13. Communards - Never Can Say Goodbye 14. Def Leppard - Pour Some Sugar On Me 15. Depeche Mode - Strangelove 16. Duncan Dhu - En Algún Lugar 17. Eric Carmen - Hungry Eyes 18. Erste Allgemeine Verunsicherung - Küss die Hand schöne Frau 19. Europe - Carrie 20. Europe - Cherokee 21. Fleetwood Mac - Everywhere 22. Fleetwood Mac - Little Lies 23. France Gall - Ella, elle l'a 24. Freddie Mercury - The Great Pretender 25. Freddie Mercury & Montserrat Caballé - Barcelona 26. George Harrison - Got My Mind Set On You 27. George Michael - Faith 28. George Michael - I Want Your Sex 29. Guns N' Roses - Welcome To The Jungle 30. Heart - Alone 31. Héroes Del Silencio - Héroe De Leyenda 32. Housemartins - Five Get Over Excited 33. INXS - Need You Tonight 34. Jennifer Rush - Heart Over Mind 35. Joe Cocker - Unchain My Heart 36. Johnny Hates Jazz - Shattered Dreams 37. Johnny Logan - Hold Me Now 38. Kylie Minogue - I Should Be So Lucky 39. Level 42 - Running In The Family 40. Licence IV - Viens boire un p'tit coup à la maison! 41. Los Lobos - La Bamba 42. Madonna - Causing A Commotion 43. Madonna - La Isla Bonita 44. Madonna - Who's That Girl 45. Mecano - Hijo de la Luna 46. Mel & Kim - Respectable 47. Michael Jackson - Bad 48. Michael Jackson - The Way You Make Me Feel 49. Michael Jackson & Siedah Garrett - I Just Can't Stop Loving You 50. Midnight Oil - Beds Are Burning 51. Morandi, Ruggeri & Tozzi - Si Può Dare Di Più 52. Orquesta Mondragón - Corazón De Neón 53. Pet Shop Boys - Always On My Mind 54. Pet Shop Boys - It's A Sin 55. Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up 56. Rick Astley - Whenever You Need Somebody 57. Roupa Nova - Volta Pra Mim 58. Sabrina - Boys 59. Samantha Fox - Nothing's Gonna Stop Me Now 60. Simply Red - The Right Thing 61. Sinitta - Toy Boy 62. Spagna - Call Me 63. Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now 64. Status Quo - In The Army Now 65. Sting - Englishman In New York 66. Sting - We'll Be Together 67. Suzanne Vega - Luka 68. T'Pau - China In Your Hand 69. Taylor Dayne - Tell It To My Heart 70. The Hooters - Johnny B 71. The Pogues - Fairytale Of New York 72. Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now 73. U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For 74. U2 - With Or Without You 75. Umberto Tozzi & Raf - Gente Di Mare 76. Vanessa Paradis - Joe Le Taxi 77. Wax - Right Between the Eyes 78. Whitesnake - Here I Go Again 79. Whitney Houston - I Wanna Dance With Somebody 80. Xutos e Pontapés - A Minha Casinha Related Searches: Greatest Hits of 1987, Best Jukebox 1987 Playlist, Late 1987 Non Stop , Top 1987 Non Stop, Mix 1987 Compilation, Best 1987 List, Late 1987 UK, Best 1987 Playlist, Best 1987 Non Stop, Best 1987 Video, Greatest 1987 Non Stop, Mix 1987 Playlist, Best Jukebox 1987 List, List of 1987 Mix, Top 1987 USA, Best Songs of 1987, Top Music 1987, Hits of 1987 Relate Hashtags: #songsof1987 #hits1987 #songs1987 #listof1987mix #hits1987 #bestsongs1987 #classic1987playlist #greatest1987nonstop #best1987list #best1987video #top1987mix #greatest1987video #mix1987playlist #top1987nonstop #mix1987compilation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rocXuDrtstE

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In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised

Pairings: Carlisle Cullen x Witch!Reader Warnings: Blood, violence, I guess Author’s Note: I got bored, the title popped into my head, and I wrote this. You’re welcome.

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So much had happened in the past few days. All Y/N was doing was playing baseball with her family and having a good time, when three vampires suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Carlisle almost shoved her behind him, scared that her blood would drive them crazy and make them go after her. After all, it was worse for her than it was for Bella. Because she wasn't human. She was a witch.

But they found her anyway. Carlisle feared he would go after his mate.

But to James, a vampire protecting a human was much more intriguing. But a vampire protecting a witch, it didn't stop the temptation.

So they set out to protect Bella. Carlisle had half a mind to leave her behind, but she was able to convince him otherwise.

"If you leave me behind, he'll just go after me first. Take me with you," she told him. He caved after a little more argument and reluctantly let her go with Bella, Jasper, and Alice.

When James changed the course Carlisle had set for him, everyone was on more than just an edge.

So it did not help when you got a call from James telling Y/N to meet him. "You're stupid. You think I can't take you?" she questioned him, trying to cover up her fear.

"Oh, I'm sure you can. I love a show," he said before slowly adding in a lower, more sadistic tone, "But, you might want to hold back on that. One little spell and I kill Bella's precious mommy. Wouldn't want that, would we?"

She stiffened, "You're lying. You don't have her."

"Really?" he asked, "Then where is Bella headed to now?"

She set her phone down to her side, looking around to where she left Bella. When she did not see the girl on question, she sighed heavily. She lifted her phone to her ear, "Where is she?"

He chuckled threateningly, "You know where to find me."

He hung up the phone and she almost yelled, throwing her phone across the room as it broke against the wall. She rushed to get a taxi, following Bella to the ballet studio where there was a load of trouble waiting for them.

As soon as she was dropped off at the ballet studio, she walked in slowly and quietly. She walked around a corner, turning around and immediately being shoved to the ground by James.

"Hey, little witch," he greeted with a smirk.

She groaned, getting to her knees. She went to stand, but was unable to. She had sprained her ankle when she was shoved.

Wonderful start.

"Where's Bella?" she demanded. James crouched down to her level, tilting his head before motioning behind him as he held up a camera to her face. "Smile," he smirked.

"Y/N!" Bella called, struggling as she tried to look over. She was bleeding and bruised, she definitely had quite the beating.

She looked back at James, "Let her go. You know it's me you want."

He chuckled, "It's both of you I want." He stroked a hand down the side of her face and she hissed at him. "Stay here. I'll be right back," he stood and walked over to Bella, his head tilted the entire time.

She raised her hand, balling it into a fist and squeezing hard as her magic gripped him. He crouched down and dropped the camera, clutching his head in pain as he yelled.

He turned to her, his hands shaking and his teeth bared. He grabbed the camera and picked her up by her throat, lifting her up as he smacked her against the wall.

Her vision and hearing disoriented, the back of her head beginning to bleed. She was sure to have a concussion.

James took a deep breath in, sighing contently as his eyes closed. He looked at her again, his eyes black with hunger. He chuckled deeply, "Delicious."

His hold on her throat tightened and she choked, trying to get oxygen to her brain so she could think straight. He picked up her wrist, gripping it tightly before biting into it roughly.

She screamed, her voice cracking and breaking intensely as pain raided her body. Unlike Bella, the venom would not turn her. Luckily, it would not kill her either.

But it sure did hurt like hell.

"I'll come back to you," he told her, licking some of her blood from the corner of his mouth. She dropped to the floor then, writhing about in pain. Bella called her name again, but it was barely heard by Y/N.

Her body jerked back and forth as she choked, in more pain than a normal human in transformation. She vaguely heard James' taunting as he spoke to Bella before hearing her scream.

Y/N choked out, "Don't touch her."

He turned to her, walking over and pointing the camera in her face again, "Wait your turn, little witch."

She tried to raise her hand again, to control her magic to stall for a little while longer. The others were bound to be close, but it was getting harder and harder by the second to use her magic. Her body was in so much agony from the venom.

He went back to Bella, tormenting her and putting her in pain. Y/N bared her teeth, trying her best not to bite down on her tongue - she would likely bite through.

She focused on her hand, the one without the bite, and slowly balled her fist to clench it. This time, she had to mutter the spell so she could find her magic. "Cruciatus," she strained.

He screamed again, curling in on himself as pain raided through his body as it did hers (albeit not as badly). He growled again, standing up and walking back over to her.

"Alright, you aren't listening," he told her, picking her up again, "And I have a participant who is. Sorry to cut this short."

He shoved her into a mirror, the mirror breaking behind her head this time and worsening her state. He forced her head to the side, moving her hair out of the way with a smirk. He dragged his finger over her skin as Bella screamed at him.

Just as soon as he bit into her neck, he was suddenly yanked off of her. Y/N once again fell to the ground, struggling viciously. Her entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out, like molten lava had replaced her blood.

She was too caught up in her pain to try and figure out who it was that saved her. There was more commotion, mirrors shattering and wood cracking.

She could not help the scream that ripped from her throat. It was not long before Bella's scream followed as James bit into her own wrist. Y/N wanted to help, but she could not. Her body was in so much pain that it burned away at her magic and left her depleted of strength and energy.

It was times like these - not that it happened often - when Y/N found herself wanting Carlisle more than anything else. She did not regret her decision of coming to Bella's rescue, but she had wished she at least came with backup. But she was so focused on saving her, that she did not take into account that it was a dumb idea to come alone. Threat or no threat. She cried out in pain, screaming the name of the one person she wanted in that moment, "Carlisle!"

As if her cry summoned him, he and the other burst through the high windows and dropped into the room from the balcony. After stopping Edward, his eyes fell on Y/N.

He frowned deeply, sadness etched into his eyes as he rushed over to her. "Y/N, why don't you listen?" he gently scolded her.

He set a hand on the back of her neck, his other hand holding the back of her head. She winced and huffed a cry when his hand touched the wound on the back of her head.

He immediately let her head go, his hand still wrapped securely around the back of her neck. She struggled as she choked out her response, "In my defense, I was left unsupervised."

He breathed a laugh and she added with a heavy breath, "I have...so many concussions."

"I know," he told her gently. His name was called over here Bella was and he sighed heavily. He kissed her forehead, "I'll be right back. Hang on for me, okay?"

She nodded the best she could and he took off his jacket, setting it behind her head before running off to Bella.

The venom only seemed to hurt more as she continued to suffer. Bella needed to be helped first, if they did not get to her before she could turn. Edward did not want that. Y/N would not die from the venom coursing through her veins. She could suffer a little longer.

Her vision faded in and out as she began to lose consciousness, the pain was only bringing her back each time she almost nodded off. It was an exhausting battle to stay awake or fall asleep. The latter sounded nice, it sounded peaceful. But she had to stay awake.

When Carlisle finally got back to Y/N, he picked her up into his lap. "What does the venom do?" he asked her gently.

Y/N choked out, tears streaming from her eyes, "Hurts like a son of a bitch." He managed a laugh in response and she told him, "It'll burn out... but it hurts... Carlisle, it hurts."

His thumb stroked her cheek as he nodded, "I know." He looked down at her wrist, which was bleeding terribly. While a bite for a human would have the venom seal the bleeding, a bite for a witch was just like a bit from any other predator.

She was losing blood quickly. Stop the venom, stop the blood. He sighed and looked back at her, "Everything will be alright. Do you trust me?"

She nodded, "Always."

He smiled, bending down and kissing her gently. She sighed as the kiss helped calm some of her pain - he was her mate, after all.

When he pulled away, he took the back of her wrist in his hand and brought it to his lips. He gave her a quick reassuring look before biting into her wrist and sucking the venom out.

It didn't hurt as badly as it did with James. Her back arched and her mouth fell open as she let out a gasp. She bit down harshly before yelling.

It felt longer than it was, but the pain was slowly being drawn out of her system. She calmed as she fell limp, lying on the ground at the mercy of Carlisle.

He pulled away when her blood was clean of the venom, his hand cradling her neck before pulling her head up to see her. Her eyes fluttered shut and he stroked his thumb across her cheek. "I love you," he whispered to her.

She went to respond, but she had already passed out. She was exhausted and needed the rest. He kissed her forehead before picking her up in his arms. As he carried her back to their car, he set her in the seat. As his hand left her neck, he paused as he pushed her hair out of the way. His jaw clenched when he saw the bite mark in her throat.

For the first time in his long life, he was glad another creature had died.

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Y/N's eyes fluttered open and she took a deep breath in. Light was flooding the room and she squinted her eyes so she could allow herself a moment to adjust.

She brought a hand to her face, quickly noticing the bandage wrapped securely around it. She groaned, "Oh...now I'm gonna get a ton of questions I don't want to answer..."

She heard a chuckle next to her and she looked over to see Carlisle sitting in a chair next to her bed. He laughed lightly, "Of course that's what you're worried about."

She chuckled in response before taking inventory of all her injuries. Her wrist and ankle were bandaged from her bite and sprain, a large patch on the side of her neck that covered another bite, and a bandage wrapped around her head from her skull being smacked into glass.

She went to sit up a little and groaned at the soreness in her body, most of it around her throat. He settled her, "Hey, calm down. You have more injuries than Bella, you need to take it easy."

She sighed, groaning as her free hand lightly touched her neck. "That's not nice," she muttered. She snapped her fingers, expecting the glow of her magic to light up, but it was still depleted. She would have to heal the normal way for a while longer.

He sighed gently at her, offering a kind smile as he had her lay her head back. He held an ice pack to her neck to help ease the bruise, but she protested and snatched it from his hand to set it back on the table. She grabbed his hand then and set it over her neck before sighing contently, "That's much better."

He smiled and scooted closer to her, gently rubbing her throat as he spoke gently, "Why would you run off without the others?"

She sighed and shrugged the best she could, her eyes closed as she relished in the feel of his cool hand on her skin. "I was trying to help Bella. Everything happened so quickly, I didn't stop to think about backup. I knew you were coming anyway so I stalled."

"You stalled by being beat up?" he questioned her. She laughed, "Either me or Bella. I have more injuries than her, so I'm guessing it worked."

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "That should not be a win, Y/N."

"As long as Bella is still alive and I helped," she opened her eyes and looked at him, "it's a win." He sighed at her, his hand moving to stroke her cheek.

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked her as he examined her face.

Y/N smiled, "Kiss me, I hope."

He chuckled, leaning forward as she eased herself up to meet him halfway. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck to kiss her deeper before settling on her hip. She moved her free hand to his head, tangling in his hair.

She smiled into the kiss, happy to finally have him to herself. When they finally pulled away, he told her gently, "Don't run off on your own again please."

She chuckled, "Again... I was left unsupervised."

"And that's your defense?" he asked with a smile. She nodded and he shook his head, "Then prepare for a babysitter."

She sighed, "As long as that babysitter is you."

"I'll see what I can do."

~~~~~

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[chericarlisle]

hi love, could i request the reader being Aro’s daughter and he sends her to live with the cullen’s for extra safety measures and so she wouldn’t be in the way of the volturi’s work? and she ends up getting really close to carlisle? please and ty

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐜.𝐜

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: carlisle cullen x reader

(𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k

𝐚/𝐧: hi babe! i thought this idea was quite fun and i hope you enjoy :)

Being Aro’s daughter was not all glitter and gold. Actually, it was far from that. You’d think that being related to the man who was head of the Volturi would have its benefits, but instead it made your life more problematic.

Your father, not so much of a family man, found it easier to do his work if you weren’t an “interference”. After he voiced that conclusion aloud, you decided to distance yourself from him and his work. It hurt to be shunned away from the only family you knew. It was only until you were shown what it was like to actually have people care about you. Deep down some part of you realized that Aro’s intentions ran good-hearted somewhere along the line, yet it was just hard to see.

Aro had spoken highly of a man named Carlisle Cullen for as long as you could remember, so when the name was brought up in the conversation of your leaving, you assumed you’d be in good hands.

About a week later, you were being shipped off via first class to the Cullens house. You had known little about them aside from the words of praise that left your father’s mouth about the man, Carlisle. It seemed that he took in a few people along the years and ultimately created the family that was so widely known.

Arriving in Forks was an experience for sure. Especially the comparison of the weather and atmosphere to that of Italy which had been home for so many years. You were thankful for the sweater that already clothed your shoulder. The original intention of the wooly black was to hide your skin from the sun, but as for now it served its actual purpose.

The Cullen's house, at first, was intimidating nonetheless. You knew zilch about these people and you felt like nothing but a burden to them and their clearly lavish lifestyles. Luckily, a constant reminder in the back of your mind told you that this family would be different from that of the one back home. These people truly wanted you in their home.

The cab you had received from the airport parked out front their gorgeous (and noticeably glassy) home, the same look of astonishment painted on the driver’s face. He quickly shook it off before running to the back of the car and grabbing your luggage from the trunk. You thanked him while handing over some cash to which he returned with a giddy smile.

Taking the luggage in hand, you carefully approached the front door. It looked even more intimidating now than it did before, and to think that it was just a door.

You figured that now would be a better time than ever to run the opposite way and after the taxi. Only hoping that he could drive you far away from this mess, the front door opened and you were awakened from your daydream and forced into what you thought would be a harsh reality.

The man who opened the door was absolutely far from anything you expected. He looked to be in his 20’s with his perfectly styled hair and crisp grey button down. You knew that Carlisle had some family so this had to be one of his sons.

Extending your own hand, you reached out to shake his hand. He smiled softly at the act and held out his arm to welcome you in the front door.

“So I assume that you must be Aro's daughter?” Closing the front door, the man in question had his back turned towards you.

“Yes, I’m (y/n), and you are?”

He spun back around to face you, bright golden eyes holding nothing but hospitality.

“I’m Carlisle Cullen. It’s very nice to have you here, (y/n).”

You tried your best to fight your widening eyes and you thanked your lucky stars that there was no warmth in your cheeks to present a blush.

“C’mon, let’s go meet the rest.” Carlisle reached forward to grab your luggage. Using his free hand, he gently guided you into the kitchen where you would meet the people who would become your family.

-

A few months passed and life in Italy felt like a lifetime ago. The Cullen “sons” were exactly what you imagined they'd be like and you had imagined them as eccentric. The three of them had completely different personalities which made for all the more fun. As for Alice and Rosalie, the two were polar opposites. It took practically nothing for Alice to warm up to you, while it took Rosalie a month or two to see that you’d be around for some time and that she should be used to it.

Most importantly, you grew closer to Carlisle, but in a way that differed from the other Cullens. Things like little touches and silly yet borderline flirtatious comments made you realize that there was more.

Carlisle had felt exactly as you had, except neither of you wanted to voice it.

-

One night, you sat on the couch, seemingly alone as the others were off doing their own things. You tried to immerse yourself in the tv show that was playing, but it seemed to be complete garbage.

You weren’t expecting any company until the garage door opened and in walked Carlisle, changed from his scrubs into comfortable clothes. It made you curious as to why he had changed when he normally came home in his usual white lab coat.

“You look comfortable, Dr. Cullen.”

Carlisle shook his head and let out a tiny, exhausted laugh. He walked over to join you on the couch. Sitting down comfortably on the cushion next to you, Carlisle outstretched his hand to go around the backing and ultimately on your shoulders.

“A pediatric patient unfortunately had a bit of a stomach bug, so I had to clean up using the hospital showers.”

You nodded, scooting closer so you could lay your head on Carlisle’s shoulder. The two of you had made this a routine now. You’d often wait for Carlisle to arrive home from his late shifts and both of you would relax on the couch for the time that you could.

Months ago you couldn’t even imagine stepping foot into the Cullen’s house without being an inconvenience, however you were now sitting on their couch and snuggled up with a man who intimidated you so.

Carlisle could see that you were deep in thought and not focused on the tv that was running in the back.

“Is everything alright, darling?”

It was a name Carlisle had coined only for you, and oh how you loved it.

You looked up at him, a sweet and appreciative beam on your lips.

“More than alright.”

Carlisle found your response comforting as he settled back into the couch, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

It looked like your living situation with the Cullens was most definitely about to become permanent.

[rjzimmerman]

The 2022 edition of the Newport Folk Festival

This past weekend, Joni Mitchell and Paul Simon made surprise appearances at the Newport Folk Festival. This is Joni’s first appearance at Newport in 53 years, having last appeared in 1969. She had an aneurysm in 2015, so her being there at Newport playing the guitar and singing (probably an octave lower than she used to) is a miracle. Rolling Stone has the story and tells it better than I can.

So, here are some You Tube captures of history.

First, Both Sides Now, accompanied by Brandi Carlisle:

An observation of this performance by Pitchfork:

The glowing center of the performance is “Both Sides Now.” She sings it as a duet with Carlile, who delivered several other songs in Mitchell’s original vocal register, an octave higher than where she’s singing now, an effect that gave a flickering illusion of the aged songwriter trading verses with her younger self. For “Both Sides Now,” Carlile goes low too, and stays mostly in the margins, so that we only hear Mitchell as she sounds today. The arrangement is stately, much like the 2000 recording, allowing her to linger on lines that pass by quickly on the original. “Tears and fears and feeling proud/To say ‘I love you’ right out loud,” she sings slowly, presenting that display of vulnerability in the face of uncertainty as a feat of strength. “But now old friends are acting strange/And they shake their heads and they tell me that I’ve changed,” she continues, ascending through the melody with casual grace. “Well something’s lost, but something’s gained/In living every day.” I found myself wondering, not whether this song still carries any resonance for Mitchell at 78, but how she managed to write it in her early twenties.

Now, Big Yellow Taxi, probably one of the first popular songs that poked into environmental issues. Some of the lyrics:

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot

They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them No, no, no Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot

Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples Leave me the birds and the bees Please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Hey now, they paved paradise to put up a parking lot

Now, the Ira Gershwin song, Summertime:

Paul Simon’s performance was equally impressive, but seemed a little more ragged than the songs performed by Joni Mitchell, as if he’s trying too hard. You can read about his appearance and performance and the background in Rolling Stone. Here’s he is doing The Boxer, accompanied by Willie Nelson’s son, Lukas Nelson:

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Request: Near Death (Volturi Leaders x Reader)

WARNING: Major Injuries! Near Death Situations! 

Disclaimer: I am not a doctor or in the medical profession. I did some google searches for the themes mentioned. Such injuries usually take weeks to months of healing not to mention rehabilitation. I’ve had to condense this process down significantly. 

Alice's eyes shifted rapidly, panic etched across her face. Jasper held her hands, sitting beside her. It was his attempt to comfort her but she didn't seem to recognise he was even there, too caught up in the vision as well as the panic. She wouldn't even explain what was happening before her. Alice begged for someone to contact the Volturi. However Carlisle was at work and no one else knew if he'd have a direct line to them. 

Regardless, Alice continued to plead to inform the Volturi. Inform them of what, it was yet to be known. She wouldn't say. "What is it Alice?" Jasper asked again, trying to get her attention as Emmett typed away on the laptop. "We're going the long way." He said hurriedly as Rosalie grabbed the phone. She looked over Emmett's shoulder as she dialled. She didn't even spare whoever it was on the other end of the phone a greeting. "This is Rosalie Cullen and you need to pass the phone to the Volturi immediately! No, not just a guard! Aro! Anyone! Just do it!" Rosalie turned her attention to Alice. "Alice, you need to tell us what's happening now!" 

Everything was peaceful in the Volturi castle. Yet the receptionist seemed to start pandemonium in a matter of seconds. She hurried to the first guard she could find who had been Jane. She stared the human down as the receptionist hurriedly relayed that Rosalie Cullen was on the phone and had to talk to the leaders. All in fluent hurried Italian with fear of the situation as well as fear of Jane. Jane silently took the phone, telling the human to go back to her post which she did. "Rosalie?" Jane said into the phone. "Jane!?" "Yes?" "Jane, this is an emergency. You need to go to Aro immediately!" "What is this about?" "Don't ask questions, just do it!" Rosalie snapped. All the while Jane could hear a panicked Alice Cullen in the background rambling. Jane huffed but complied. 

Jane moved briskly into the throne room, moving into the middle, phone in hand with a stern expression upon her face. "Masters, pardon the intrusion but Rosalie Cullen is on the phone. She deems it is an emergency. I believe I may have heard (Y/N)'s name." The three suddenly had all their attention on Jane. "Jane!? Jane are they there!?" Jane put the phone onto speaker. "We're all here and can hear you." "Alice had a vision about (Y/N). Some thing is happening!" 

Rosalie's attention moved back to Alice. "Alice! They're on the phone! You need to tell us what is happening!" "I chased it!" Alice cried out. "I chased the vision. I saw (Y/N) in a car and i think it was about to crash!" There was silence on both ends, only Alice saying a word. "I'm trying to see further!" Alice continued to talk, no one else able to say a word. "I saw them lying there in a hospital bed, please let me be wrong! Please!" Suddenly Alice screamed and the three leaders rushed towards Jane who still had the phone. "Alice, what is happening!?" Aro demanded. "They...it crashed. They...they're not moving!" 

Charlie Swan kept his hand on his radio, listening in for any updates. More police had been called in when it was discovered the driver who collided into the taxi vehicle was very drunk. He had been speeding whilst intoxicated and both vehicles were absolutely destroyed. The taxi driver had so many injuries that he couldn't be properly identified. It was clear the man was dead. He had to have died instantly. His passenger on the other hand wasn't so easy to determine. Although Charlie recognised them immediately. You were a family friend of Carlisle's. 

The paramedics on scene determined it was necessary to remove you from the vehicle. So with help from officers, they did. You were laid on the cold ground. From what Charlie could hear, you were barely clinging on and completely unresponsive. You had to be taken to hospital immediately. That was when Charlie could get a better look at you. You were in very bad shape and covered in blood from your head. Never would he know, as his thoughts went to the Cullen family, Alice had already seen the image of your unconscious body and unable to hold back, she screamed. 

Before the three Volturi leaders decided they'd immediately go to America, another phone call was received this time from Carlisle. Half an hour after Alice's phone call. "Are they alright?" Aro asked. Carlisle was silent in the other end of the phone before finally answering. "We nearly lost them on the way to the hospital. They're condition is very unstable right now. However we're doing everything we can to stabilize them. We'll be working on them all night. I'd ask that you wait for my next call before you leave." "You ask that we stay here whilst our mate is over there and injured!?" Caius seethed. "I need your trust. I will do everything I can. As soon as I have more answers, I'll give them to you and we can go from there." "Carlisle..." Marcus finally spoke up. "Are they going to make it through the night?" There was silence again. "I will do everything in my power to make sure that the next time we speak, (Y/N) is stable and we can arrange for you to come. I'm sorry, I can't give you anything more than that." Marcus clenched his eyes shut turning away. Aro and Caius knew what he was thinking immediately. He couldn't go through this again, losing another mate. Caius wanted to demand that you be changed but he knew that wasn't possible in your condition and where you were. There was too much attention surrounding you. 

Hours passed and the silence from Carlisle was slowly killing the three leaders. Caius was the first to break the silence. "We should never have left them there." His voice was quiet- which was very unlike him. "It's what they wanted." Aro replied softly. "We wanted them here." Caius shot back. "We don't even know how this happened." "We will." Aro responded. "We need to have hope that (Y/N) pull through." "If they don't?" Caius asked. "That's not an option." Aro replied. 

For twelve hours, a different kind of silence lay over the Volturi castle- a heavier one. The three perked up as the phone rang again. Caius and Marcus stood up sharply. Marcus had his hands covering his nose and mouth, pure anxiety hitting the man at this point. Aro was the one who answered the phone. "Hello, Aro. We were operating all night. I have good news and bad news. I will start with the good. (Y/N) is alive and significantly more stable." Marcus exhaled, falling back into his chair, Caius putting a hand on Marcus' arm to steady him. Caius' hand stayed on Marcus' arm as he glared into the phone as though trying to pry out more information. "They are?" Aro responded. "Yes. Although I'd ask you all be sitting down for the bad news. It's quite hard hitting and extensive." Caius grumbled but also sat back down. "Go on, friend." Aro said.  "(Y/N)'s injuries are mostly in their head and torso. Their legs are badly bruised but not broken. They have minor cuts in their hands and arms from the glass shattering. We believe they moved their arms to cover their face. Their spine is bruised but not broken. Upon the investigation with the police, (Y/N) was jolted multiple times upon impact. Their face is bruised but I couldn't feel any fractures or breaks. Unfortunately we discovered more serious injuries upon further inspection which forced us to operate. (Y/N) has broken ribs which punctured her organs and caused internal bleeding. We have since stopped the bleeding and corrected the breaks within their ribs which will be healing in weeks. However, I must inform you that (Y/N) has not been responsive or conscious during their observation period. We have discovered that (Y/N) has minimal brain activity." "What does that mean?" Aro asked quietly. "It means that (Y/N) is in a coma." "Carlisle, I don't know what that means." Aro said flatly but his jaw had begun to clench. "It means that (Y/N) is alive but cannot be woken up. They show no sign of awareness and is unresponsive to their environment. Sometimes the extensive injuries cause the brain to shut down to minimal activity so that the healing process can take place. They are currently in a vegetative state and at this time, all we can hope is that they will at one point wake up on their own." "Can we go to them?" Marcus asked. "I have to keep in what we are and I think it's best if you make that decision, wary that the smell of their blood will be stronger." Carlisle answered. "It will take us a few days." Caius continued, the other two leaders no longer able to speak. "Surely that would be enough for that to settle." "Of course. All I ask is that you prepare yourself to see them. It will be a shock and I will need to prepare you before hand regardless." 

When those days passed and the three leaders had arrived. They discovered there had been no change in your condition. Carlisle had somehow been able to get you transported to his home given the relationship he had with you. Therefore he would be able to care for you, just as he had in the hospital. However, as unconventional as it was, the hospital insisted they remained updated with your condition. 

The three leaders and Carlisle stood outside your room, Carlisle put his hand on the handle. Before they'd enter your room, Carlisle warned the three again. "You'll see them attached to a lot of machinery. Keep in mind it's a very good sign that (Y/N) is breathing on their own, however they do have apparatus to help them breathe better. Although I am more concerned that their visible injuries will be shocking for you." "Thank you for preparing us, friend." Aro said passively and Carlisle opened the door. The three were around your bed in moments. All exhaling with horror and heartbreak. 

You looked more fragile than you had ever. Purple, black and blue bruises across your body from what they could see. However the cuts in your hands seemed to be the first thing to really heal. "Why not change them now?" Caius said flatly trying to hide his emotions but the way he physically sank into himself, as well as the broken look in his eyes, he was broken by the very sight of you. Carlisle shook his head. "They can't be changed. Not until they wake up." "Why?" Caius asked sternly. "Because right now there is a chance that they won't wake up. Changing them won't fix this. We need to give them time." "So we sit and do nothing and hope they wake up!?" Caius snapped. "You're role is just as important and it's vital that you do it. Be there with them, talk to them, comfort them because I can't do that. You're their mate." Carlisle responded before turning to Aro. "All we can hope is that they wake up and then we'll take it from there." Marcus lightly touched your hand. "Do they knew we're here?" "Comas aren't so clear. We don't know if they can hear us." Carlisle responded. "Regardless it's important you interact with them because it may prompt their brain to respond to stimuli. Even if you don't get a response. It'll help." "Thank you, Carlisle." Aro said with a blank stare. Carlisle nodded. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't fix this." Carlisle said with sympathy and some guilt. Aro nodded. "You did everything you could." "I had really hoped for a better outcome. That they'd be awake for you arriving." Aro smiled slightly. "We all had that hope, nevertheless, our mate is alive because of you. For that, we are grateful." "Carlisle?" Caius spoke up, his fingers coaxing your hand gently into his. "How did this happen?" "The accident?" Carlisle asked. Caius nodded. "A drunk driver, speeding and collided into the car (Y/N) was in. The one driving in (Y/N)'s vehicle died instantly." Caius mouth twisted in hatred. "A human...nearly killed our (Y/N) because they were intoxicated?" Carlisle slowly nodded. "Don't tell us who it was." Marcus said gravely, his eyes stuck onto you. "If you do, we won't hesitate to kill him." "Laws, be damned." Caius agreed. "One more thing..." Marcus spoke up, finally tearing his eyes from you and towards Carlisle. "Are they in pain? Right now and before. Has (Y/N) suffered?" Carlisle shook his head. "They haven't been conscious and now that we know they're in a coma. I can safely say that haven't felt a thing. Due to the minimal brain activity and unresponsiveness, they won't feel any pain. None of their senses are working." Carlisle continued. "Remember what I said, the most random of interactions at any time can be picked up and that's the first sign of waking up." 

Aro was the first to really approach you. He ran his fingers across your cheek. He couldn't see anything from the accident onwards. He didn't dare lose hope that you were still in there though. "Hello, beautiful. We're here now." He said softly, kissing your forehead. Caius silently looked at his brother. Watching as he doted over you with ease. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wishing he could move past his emotions and do the same. However the most he had been able to accomplish was lightly touching their hand, coaxing it into his own. It wasn't the same, your hand was described as the rest of your body. Unresponsive. His touch went unnoticed and he had never longed for even a twitch in your body. Some movement that told him you were there. However his silent pleads went ignored and you didn't move.  Aro smiled at his brothers, seemingly knowing what they were feeling and why they hesitated. "You need to think of it like they are here because for all we know, they are. They've been waiting for us."

Sometimes all three stayed with you, other times they took turns individually, each growing to find comfort that you were still alive and it's easier to think you were still in there. When it was Caius' turn. You'd have been shocked as he had closed himself off from everyone, barely speaking a word whether in company or left alone with you. Caius seemed to struggle the most with your condition. He struggled to see past it. Struggled with knowing you weren't conscious and you didn't know he was there. He found it more difficult to talk to someone who wouldn't give even the smallest sign they had heard him. 

The first thing he did was approach your bedside, hovering over you to kiss your forehead. Caius whispered something to you, in that moment, unable to care whether you could hear it or not. The relief had finally sank in that you had survived the accident. "Thank you for not dying." He pulled up a chair beside you. "I never thought I'd see you like this." Caius softly admitted. "Forgive me. I find it difficult to talk to you. I know it could help. I look at you and the pain in my chest only grows bigger. So much that I'm unable to talk. I want to be optimistic like everyone else. Talk to you because you will eventually wake up. I want that more than anything. Instead I can only stare as my heart breaks over and over again because someone hurt my (Y/N) and I wasn't here to protect you." Caius paused, his eyes running over you. "Marcus says that you look peaceful. Like your sleeping. I think to myself about how deluded that sounds. Even looking at you now. This isn't you sleeping. All I see is your body laying there. Day in and day out." Caius sighed. "So I must ask of you, please sweetheart." Caius leaned closer. "Please, fight to wake up. Let us see those beautiful eyes again. What I wouldn't do to see that wonderful smile again." Caius trailed off, the small reminiscing smile falling from his friend. "I know it's a lot to ask. Please understand that I have to. If you can hear me, please fight to wake up and come back to us." 

Aro was the most capable of them all to speak to you. He did so with ease and without hesitation. "Hello cara mia." He smiled as he kissed your forehead. "All of that bruising is healing nicely. Some of the smaller ones are gone. Isn't that wonderful?" Aro gently held your hand. "The guard have been asking about you, perhaps we'll let them see you soon. Once some of more these cuts and bruises heal. You'll get a break from Caius, Marcus and I too." Aro hummed in amusement. "As tempted as we were to bring the full guard. Perhaps that wouldn't have benefited anyone. “The twins are here with us and we're expecting Felix and Demetri within the next couple of days. We'll all be here when you're ready to wake up." Aro leaned closer. "I know you will, my love. You will wake up. Do it even to spite Caius for being a pessimist." Aro smiled slightly. You had always enjoyed challenging Caius and in all honesty it was enjoyable to watch. "We will help you. Even after you wake up, you'll have us at your side. We'll get through this together." 

Marcus gently cradled you hand between is own, lightly kissing the back of your hand. He stared at you, for the longest of time. He noticed the soft fall and rise of your chest but other than that, so still. Finally Marcus broke the silence. "I've been trying to think of what I could say to you. Aro is better than Caius and I at this. As you know." Marcus continued after a moment of thought. "Although Aro has his faults. We never told you it was Caius who was determined you'd stay with us. He took one look at you and that was it. You had his heart and he whether we agreed or not. You would be with us." Marcus wore a small smile. "He convinced me to put a little trust in you. He was right. You have given me so much joy and love in the time we've been together that, you asking to stay was a sacrifice I was willing to make. We were all willing to make. So I'd like to ask you to make a sacrifice for us, my beautiful (Y/N). I want you to wake up. I want you to claw your way back to us if you have to. Although I'm aware that given your condition you might not want to. That might be too much for you to face alone in your mind but I need you to know you're not alone. We're waiting for you, sweetheart." Marcus leaned towards your ear. "Make sure you come back to me, okay?" 

One day the Volturi came back from their hunt to an absolute miracle. Carlisle was waiting for them when they arrived with a smile. "We have progress." The three could barely stop themselves from bombarding into your room. "They're out of the vegetative state." Carlisle explained. "Right now, as we speak, they are sitting up." Caius and Marcus inhaled sharply as Aro smiled. "I need to you to know that (Y/N) isn't awake. They can't see or hear us yet but their eyes will be open and they're beginning to register touch. Whilst they didn't respond to holding my hand, they did move away slightly because I'm colder and will move if in any discomfort. They won't talk yet either but regardless this is a very good sign." 

The four entered the room to find you sitting up. You were hunching over slightly, your eyes drifting ever so slowly at times. As Carlisle had said, you weren't focused at all and didn't seem to notice that they were there. Your eyes and hands were a major give away. Your hands were limp whilst your eyes seemed a little glazed over. Carlisle moved to your side, taking the cup of water at your bedside before putting it to your lips. To the leaders surprise, you leaned into the cup and actually drank it's contents. Aro moved closer whilst Caius' and Marcus were so taken aback they were rendered speechless. "Did they sit up on their own?" Aro asked. "No, they're still healing. I was checking on them and I couldn't help but notice that their eyes were opening. Once their eyes were completely open. We gently helped them sit up. They've been sitting like this for forty-five minutes." Carlisle finished with a smile. "It's working?" Aro asked. "Interacting with them? Yes." Carlisle smiled. "However I do think I'll get them to lie back down now. Everyday, we'll get them to sit up for a short time." That being said, Carlisle lay you back down gently. Your eyes remained open, continuing to focus on nothing. 

A day passed and whilst the leaders were spending time with you together, they noticed a small change. You were lying down, eyes open. Caius was mumbling into your ear, his head hovering inches over yours. His eyes narrowed on you when he noticed that your eyes drifted towards him but this time your eyes stayed drifting to the side he was on. You blinked, your eyes shifting back slightly up and down motions. "(Y/N)? Can you hear me?" Caius asked softly, getting Aro and Marcus' attention. Aro immediately got Carlisle who looked you over. He insisted that Caius continued speaking to you and didn't move as he did so. Carlisle and Caius both kept their gaze on your eyes, that still hadn't moved on from Caius' vicinity. "Judging by the eye movement, I appears to be (Y/N) is trying to focus on something which is a very good sign." Caius smiled down at you lovingly. "I'm here, sweetheart." His voice barely above a whisper. 

The next sign came at random. The next day Marcus had your hand in his with a very light grip, his fingers barely curling around your hand. Whilst your hand occasionally twitched you didn't seem to really notice his hand, only the cold temperature. That was until your hand shifted again. This time you curled a finger slightly around his own. The movement had Marcus watching you intently but you made no other sign. You had the leaders on the edge of their seats every given moment. Yet you seemed to take your time, taking the moments they least expected to startle them. Although regardless, they would be patient. They'd wait forever if they had to. 

It wasn't too long after that day that you shocked the leaders again. Caius and Aro had laid on either side of you. Marcus was beside your legs. Your head was tilted towards Caius as he ran a cold fingers up and down your hand as the three spoke to you. Once again your eyes shifted to Caius, who was significantly closer to your head than anyone else. Your eyes passed Caius as they had hundreds of times, trailing back and forth. Then they stopped, directly on Caius' face. Caius ran his thumb across your cheekbone before noticing your eyes hadn't moved. "(Y/N)?" He said gently, getting both leaders attention. All three stared at you for a moment before you took a deep breath, blinked and moved your head. However your eyes were different now. Their was cognition behind them. The leaders had seen you move before so they had to be sure. "(Y/N)?" Marcus said and your head turned to him. You had heard them. The three gasped, you were awake. "Hello, sweetheart." Aro smiled widely. "oh grazie ... grazie, tesoro." Caius sighed in relief, mumbling Italian under his breath. Marcus couldn't tear his eyes from you. 

As Aro stood up to get Carlisle, Marcus took his place. He didn't even dare to blink. Your eyes followed him as he moved beside you. "Can you hear us?" You made a slightly nodding motion before reaching out slowly, cupping his cheek. Your brow began to furrow and the two grew increasingly worried. 

In that moment, Carlisle entered the room along with Aro. "Well, well, look who's awake." Carlisle smiled warmly. "Hello, (Y/N)." Carlisle moved beside Marcus. "Can you hear me?" You tried your best to nod again, against the aches of protest in your back. "Good. I imagine you're very confused right now and you should know it's perfectly fine to feel that way. You may not remember but you were in a car accident and fell into a coma. You've been unconscious for many days now. You're injuries were severe but you are healing and I'll run some tests on you to see how you're doing. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. You may feel some slightly discomfort or pain, you're on very heavy pain killers. The best you can do it relax and rest." You looked down at your bruised body. Carlisle was right. There were aches and pains all over but a numbness too. The mixture made you aware that whilst you felt some pain, you weren't feeling even half of it. Carlisle continued but his voice was so low that only the leaders could hear him. "They'll likely feel irritability and confusion. Comfort them and try to be patient. It'll take some time for them to come to terms." 

When Carlisle left, you were still looking down at your body, brow furrowing and tears welled up in your eyes. Marcus moved a hand to your face, getting your attention, your eyes met his before you swallowed hard, lip quivering slightly. Your sobs were silent but heavy at first, wracking your body. As your sobs continued they grew louder, the closest thing to your voice they had heard in days. "Oh tesoro." Aro said softly as Caius shifted further down the bed. Your sobs now jutting your shoulder into his chest but he didn't mind. Slowly and gently, he put his arm across your waist, the best he could do to hug your frail body. His head against yours with his eyes shut. Marcus took your other hand, pressing a kiss to it before leaning into it. They let you cry and you cried until you fell asleep. 

When you woke up. Marcus and Aro were gone, leaving Caius and another two visitors. Felix and Demetri smiled at you. "You scared the hell out of us." Felix said to you. "My heart was nearly jumpstarted after centuries only to have a heart attack." It was rough but a hum of amusement escaped you. Felix was always able to make you laugh and now more than ever, Caius appreciated it. Caius smiled down at you, lightly tracing patterns against your hairline. 

The visits were lovely distractions from the pain in your body, but you couldn't help but be more aware of it every passing day. The cycle of all it. You wake up, get more pain medication that led you to be as high as a kite and then the small moments of clarity clicked in when you realised, you weren't okay. You were bloodied and bruised, scarred from surgeries and your brain slow and fogged from being in a coma. You tried to be happy and swallow the pain and fear for your mates if not for yourself but the more coherent you became and the more you healed, the less medication you needed. Finally left with the simple knowledge that you weren't okay. You were so lost in thought that you didn't even notice your mates trying to get your attention. You looked over to the three, worry etched upon their faces. After a moment, you reached your arm out to Aro. He took your hand with ease, before he looked back to you. "Cara mia, we know. You can feel this way. We're here to help you no matter how you feel each day." Caius and Marcus looked to Aro for an explanation. "(Y/N) isn't feeling too well today. It's a bit much, they're a little overwhelmed but have been trying to put in a brave face." You knew Aro would give them more detail out of your ear shot and whilst grateful, even that made you want to cry. Caius immediately turned to you, his hand immediately reaching out for your arm. "Look at me." He said firmly but quietly. "We love you, no matter what. Having you here with us, alive is the greatest gift you could have ever given us. Don't you dare, hold back any emotion you are feeling for us or for anyone." 

 A few days later, Carlisle began his daily routine, checking in on you and your injuries. "Hello, (Y/N)." Carlisle smiled at you and you did your best to smile back. "How are you feeling today?" You held a hand out, palm down. "Somewhere in between? That's better than before." Carlisle smiled. "I'm going to ask you some simple questions, I know you can't talk yet, but don't worry you shouldn't have to with these. That will come soon." Carlisle assured you. "Remember, slow and gentle movements. I'll pick them up better than you think." You smiled slightly at the tease. "How old are you?" He asked. Without having to think about it, you held up the appropriate fingers. "Very good!" He praised with a smile. "Didn't even hesitate. How many movies did you watch last night?" You promptly held up two fingers. "Very nice. How many mates do you have?" You didn't seem to notice how intently the leaders stare was but it was more than likely you were used to that by now. You held up three fingers. "Alright and where are they?" Carlisle asked. You pointed to the three leaders. "Great. This is a very good sign. Your response times are very good." Your injuries had cleared much more, the bruising on your body no where near as bad as before. The swelling in your face barely noticeable as well as any cuts you had. You ribs where the biggest problem if anything. However you still hadn't said a word. That was Carlisle's next goal now that he knew your memory was in tact. 

"Alright, you may not like me today." Carlisle warned you with a smile and you looked at him with confusion and dread, wondering what sort of test he'd out you through now. "This one will be a little more complicated but today, you're going to try and talk." Your eyes widened a fraction, dread completely over taking your confusion. "We'll start with names, specifically, the names of your mates." You scrunched up your face. They didn't have the easiest of names as it was. "I assure you, once you get used to talking, you won't have to think twice about it. We'll start easy. Try to say Aro's name." You took a breath, thinking hard before being unable to hold back a smile. Never had talking seemed to complicated? Like you had to think about using your mouth and creating the sounds you wanted. "Take your time and be patient with yourself. Let your brain wake up." The expression on your face said a thousand words. First, curse Carlisle. Secondly, this is embarrassing. Thirdly, if you mess up Aro's name you'll never forgive yourself. Lastly, you are so sorry if you mess up his name. Aro couldn't help the small chuckle escaping him, the other two smiling in amusement. "A...Aro." With so much concentration, you had shut your eyes, testing it out. Your voice was a little scratchy from not using it in a while but it was still clear. "There you go, one down. Can you try to say Caius?" "C..." You paused trying to think it through. "Cai...Caius." You finally forced out and Aro giggled with glee, Caius reaching out for your hand. "Alright, this is the more difficult one. It'll require a little more brain power. Marcus." You remembered the motion to make a 'M' sound. That being the difficult part of the name. It took a few more pauses but you slowly managed it out. "Well done." Carlisle smiled. "So since you didn't need promoting on how to say these things, I'm confident you could start talking just fine. Just remember to be patient with yourself." 

Soon after showing the extend of your talking and cognitive abilities, Carlisle told you that it wouldn't be long before you got to go home. The leaders were delighted, more than eager to bring you to Italy and finally put this nightmare behind them. "How did you do it? How did you cope when I was out?" You asked, finally finding the courage to do so after all this time. Aro and Marcus looked at each other and to your surprise Caius responded. "We pretended you could hear us, that you were with us. I found it the most difficult."  "I don't think I could have done this without you." You admitted quietly. "You could have." Marcus replied. "It is us who couldn't have survived without your strength." "We wouldn't have it any other way." Caius added softly. "When you're better, we're bring you with us back to Italy." Aro smiled at you. "We almost had to live without you. Now we can't stand the thought of you being so far from us." Caius explained.

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What would the Volturi do if a vampire got on a plane and ate everyone (either by loss on control or on purpose)? How could they cover something like that up?

Well, they're going to have a bad day. Maybe.

The Volturi Have No Work

If the plane's already taken off by the time the vampire decides it's lunch then it simply crashes. Oh, it's a tragedy that causes likely mass casualties (and one can only hope it crashes into the ocean) but recovering the bodies will be an arduous task with the victims unlikely to look like they've been eaten by bears by the time human authorities get to them (if, in fact, they ever do).

To Volturi don't have to do anything.

The Volturi Have a Lot of Work

Some punk has a real attitude problem/death wish and eats an entire plane. The entire plane is devoured before it leaves the run way, it may crash into another plane if it was taxiing, or else it just sits there with air traffic control starting to get very worried.

Now, for a vampire to do this, they're making a point. It's very unlikely this is an accident. As a result, they will not try to cover up the bodies/make it seem as if this was a shooting by a human. They want to get caught. In the modern era, they probably recorded themselves doing this with a cell phone and put it on the internet. (They probably move too fast for the camera to catch and thus the video comes out wonky and weird BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT)

The Volturi are about to have a very bad day.

Vampire is caught by the human authorities, confesses easily to murdering all these people for dinner, and then makes a point of eating the entire airport just to get the point across.

Well, the Volturi come as quick as possible (which may be quite a few hours depending on the location) to murder this motherfucker.

At this point, there's no coverup. They can't. It's on the web, they have a pile of dead bodies, and 'gas leak' isn't going to work with this one. The best they can hope for is that people just think this guy is Jeffery Dahmer with a vampire kick.

Likely they're going to be very busy for the next few weeks-months-years murdering punk vampires all over the world. It's unlikely that war will break out as the Volturi will be on top of this so that humans don't have to recognize an organized opposition.

Why is This Not as Devastating as it Sounds

The Volturi have been here before, actually. Mankind's complete disregard for the existence of demons is a) relatively new and b) not universal. I imagine it was quite a shock to Aro when the learned men of the western world declared that demons were superstitious nonsense.

The law has existed for far longer than that.

The rationale behind the 'secret' portion is not necessarily fear of what humans will do should they notice (which has become a concern in the modern age) but more a good rule of thumb for when you've eaten too much. If the humans start noticing their population unnaturally decreasing: you've eaten too much.

Of course, just as this is lost on Bella I imagine this is lost on many vampires. This likely spurred a lot of vampires to go nuts around when Carlisle was turned because they assumed humans could just blame it on witches then it didn't count, right? They'll think the secret's null and void now (if they're paying attention to the human news) and that it's time to party. It's not time to party.

They keep getting murdered until our society decides again that vampires aren't real and murder-airplane vampire is an urban legend like mutant crocodiles in the sewers.

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I loved your Edward Cullen piece! I feel that that he would have a constant sexual urge brimming underneath and you accurately portrayed it boiling over. May i request another piece on how the MC and Esward met?

A/N: Sorry this took a bit, writers block + still being in school was tough but I managed, even If i’m not all that happy with the result! Prob will do a part 2 sorry the dialogue is awkward. I imagined like a scenario like the cannon universe where edward is into her but also scared of harming her but hes also just a teen boy with his first crush, both Y/n and edward arent sure how to act with it.

Tw: Being scared to walk alone at night?? Idk just put that just in case!! 

The midnight wind blew through Y/n’s hair, a chill running up her spine not just from the cold, but with every set of glowing headlights that passed her by. Y/n was never one to walk around at night, the fear of what may lurk had been pushed upon her since she was a child, and now as she wandered the dim streets her chest felt so tight with fear she wasn’t sure if she could breathe.  Y/n wished she had accepted Dr. Cullens offer of a ride home, but she didn’t want to inconvenience the man and instead lied about taking a taxi. Her and Dr. Cullen had become close over the past few weeks that she had been volunteering at the hospital, hoping to gain experience when she applied to universities to be a doctor. The two were inseparable there, Y/n watching with wide eyes and bated breath whatever the doctor did, and Carlisle carefully walking her through step by step the process of what he was doing. 

She pulled her sweater tighter around her body as she rounded the corner into an alleyway her e/c coloured eyes darting around. She could see her breath as she tried to calm her breathing, but that was proved futile when she stepped on a can, the loud crunch startling a scream out of her. “Get it together Y/n.” She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, trying to regain composure as she heard distant voices approaching. Her hand, stiff from cold, dug into her pocket, grabbing her keys and sticking them through the paces between her fingers. Feeling a little better, Y/n continued her walk.

Y/n had to admit, despite her terror, the night time in forks was beautiful. The way the streets were illuminated by the passing headlights of cars, and the occasional coloured lights of stores reflected through the puddles that seemed to forever be there in the rainy city had the ability to take her breath away despite how small they were. The awe of the neon painted town distracted her from the silent footsteps coming behind her.

“Y/n?” Spoke a familiar voice. She spun around at the sound of her name, her grip on her keys tightened, only to loosen a bit when she recognized the man in front of her. Edward Cullen. “It’s late, why are you out here alone? You must be cold.” Y/n hadn't talked to the Cullen boy before, or really any Cullen other than Carlisle. At school the Cullen kids seemed like an untouchable group, but seeing him now, soaking wet, she felt as if he wasn't so high above the rest as everyone thought.

“I-I’m fine. Just a little chilly.” She lied, feeling the chill seep past the wet sweater she wore and into her body. The Cullen boy seemed to notice it was a lie, taking off his jacket and placing it over her shoulders in a fluid movement. “But won’t you get--”

“I don’t get cold easily.” Edward cut off her question, “Besides, my car is nearby. It’ll be warm in there.”

“No no it’s fine I’ll just take a cab.” Y/n said quickly, though the feeling of being in a warm car filled her thoughts she didn’t want to inconvenience anyone and much preferred to do things on her own despite her empty wallet disagreeing.

“It’ll be no inconvenience, besides It’ll save you money.” He replied as if he read her mind. Y/n opened her mouth to come up with a reason to not go with him but all that came out was a sneeze.

“See, you’re already catching a cold. Lets go.” Edward put his hand on the small of her back and began to lead Y/n to a Volvo parked on the side of the road. Y/n felt bad for bothering him but she could feel herself getting sicker with every sniffle, and her body was ice cold. She really wished she had initially accepted Dr. Cullen’s offer for a ride, fear dawning on her as she realized she would have to call in sick. If Edward noticed how she was feeling, he didn’t show it, staying silent as he ushered her into the car and passed her a blanket he had stored inside.

The car ride was quiet, the air between the two thick and awkward as they both figured out what to say. Y/n wished she could read minds, know what he was thinking. She hoped he wouldn’t tell Dr.Cullen about the meeting between the two, not wanting to appear like she rejected his car ride for any reason other than her own stupid independence. Y/n was about to say something, a question about how he found the weather, anything to make the ride less awkward, when he pulled up to her house. Quick pleasantries were exchanged between the two and Y/n headed inside, only realizing she had Edwards' coat once he had pulled away.

For the next few days the Cullen's were no shows at school. Y/n had the coat stashed in her locker to give to him, and yet she couldn’t find him. It drove Y/n insane. Every day she would walk into the cafeteria ready to finally get rid of this coat whose presence was weighing heavy on her subconscious, only to face disappointment when he wasn’t there. She knew a jacket wasn’t all that important in the long term, but it smelled so much like Edward’s car and reminded her of him and his stupidly attractive face, Y/n wanted to rid herself of it before her budding crush blossomed into a full blown one. It took a few days for Y/n to muster up the courage to talk to Dr.Cullen about it. Worries filled the back of her mind that he would think her to be stupid or weird, but as the were cleaning up for the night Y/n decided to bite the bullet.

Y/n sprayed the sharp smelling sanitizer on the table, wiping it down with a cloth and repeating on the next, her lips pursed as she thought of how to bring up the situation to the doctor across the room from her, who was busy looking over papers. Luckily the blonde seemed to notice first, standing up from his seat and walking over.

“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” He asked casually yet looking at her with the look of concern only a father could give.

“Well a while ago, when you offered me a ride home because my car was in the shop and I said no and I would take a taxi, I actually decided to walk home because I didn’t want to bother you and then I ran into your son Edward and he gave me a ride home, but then I forgot to give it back to him, so could you?” Y/n asked, her words spilling out of her mouth quickly, glad she could finally get the situation off her chest.

Carlisle chuckled, grabbing a sticky note and writing on it, handing it to Y/n. “I have got to stay late but here’s my address. You can go give him it now or later.” 

Y/n nodded, giddy with the excitement of finally getting away from the burden of having to return the coat. “You’ll be fine here without me?” she asked cautiously before she got too excited.

Carlisle nodded. “Yes, go give my son his coat. And tell him he needs to wear it more often.”

The Cullen’s house was beautiful at night. A mansion buried in the woods, it seemed so serene. Y/n wished she lived there so she could gaze out of the many lit up windows and into the forest. But there was no time for daydreaming about the lush scenery, Y/n was on a mission. She held the grey fabric tightly as she stepped out of the car, nervously approaching the door. She hadn’t heard of anyone going to the Cullen’s house, was she the first from her school? She was nervous as she approached the door, about to knock when the door opened, revealing a small teen with a dark pixie cut. Was it Alexa Cullen? Y/n wasn’t too sure on their names.

“Edward, a cute girl is here for you!” The girl, possibly named Alexa, shouted into the house. “You are here for Edward right?”

“Uh, yeah…” Y/n said awkwardly, looking to the ground and tightening her grasp on the jacket, looking at the pavement that was illuminated by the open door. After a few moments of silence the light disappeared and she looked up, her eyes meeting Edward’s piercing amber ones that seemed to know her deepest secrets.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds at it” the girl chimed, closing the door and locking Edward outside.

“Sorry about my sister Alice, she’s a little…odd” Edward trailed off, looking to the side. Y/n was glad to know the name of the girl before, but also happy to just look at Edward, as creepy as it sounded. He looked perfect as always, hardly a strawberry blonde hair out of place, and those that were just made him look more perfect. Y/n could feel herself falling hard. Ever since the night he helped her out he seemed irresistible.

“It’s fine…” Y/n replied, the two sitting in silence for a while before Y/n remembered her task. “Oh here, I came to bring you your coat. So, uh, yeah..” She pressed the balled up grey coat into his hands. “Carlisle said you need to wear it more.”

Edward let out a chuckle. “I guess I’ll have to…” he stared at the grey fabric as if it would tell him what to say next.

“So I’ll go then?” Y/n said, though it sounded like a question. She didn’t want to bother him more than needed and began so walk away, pausing only when she heard his voice.

“Wait, before you go. Dinner, Friday, at eight? To make up for the effort you put in giving me my jacket back.” Y/n felt butterflies fly through her stomach, wondering if he possibly liked her back.

“Dinner… sounds good…” Y/n blushed with a smile to the ground, waiting for him to go back inside before giddily running back to her car. “I got a date with Edward Cullen!” She sang to herself as she pulled out of the driveway, oblivious to her crush smiling inside the house at her thoughts.

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Hi! Can I please request a Demetri x mate!human!fem!reader where she’s Bella’s younger sister, and when the Volturi come for Renesmee, the Cullens tell her to stay with Charlie, since they had a bunch of vampires with them plus the Volturi showing up, it’d be bad with a human in the mix. Being related to Bella (haha) she doesn’t listen, choosing to hide behind a tree to try to see how Bella and her family are (she was worried what the Volturi would do). I’m sure everyone would realize there’s a human there, and Aro sends Demetri to check it out, who finds Y/n, and quickly realizes she’s his mate. Ooo that would be nerve racking to Bella because she’d see Dem speed her younger sister over to where all the Volturi are. I’m sure she’d have to go back to Volterra with them, and she’d be a little freaked out. Awhhh it’d be so cute to see them bond, and on New Year’s, she wants to watch the ball drop (because it’s a tradition), and when it’s the New Year, she kisses Dem for the first time!

Little Red Riding Hood Part 1 ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Part 2: The Big Bad Wolf 

Part 3: What Soft Lips You Have 

Part 4: And They Lived Happily Ever After 

Warnings: None, just Aro being a manipulative little meanie 

Words: 4793

Summary: Against her sister’s advice, Y/N Swan sets off on a one woman mission to protect her family, unaware of the price she will have to pay to do so. 

One of the worst habits you had was wondering the house late at night when you shouldn’t be. It wasn’t your fault really, insomnia didn’t have an easy cure and your sleeping medication was…well, when you woke up in the morning you felt drunk, they weren’t really something you enjoyed using. It had been an innocent quest really, a simple mission – get a warm mug of milk to go back to bed with. If anything, you were perfectly in the right to go wandering your own home. It should have been safe, even at 3:24AM.

Riley Biers shouldn’t have been there.

But he was.

In your living room.

And so were you.

Until you weren’t.

Alice had seen it all in advance of course and whisked you out of that room so fast the venom hadn’t even had time to properly enter your system after Riley bit down. Charlie hadn’t even been woken from his slumber by the time you were whisked into the depths of the forest to a nice little clearing where you could scream to your hearts content and nobody would hear you. Carlisle had saved you that night, sucking the venom out as quickly as Riley had injected it. The night that had followed was a surreal, whistle stop tour of the vampire world and its laws, laws you were technically breaking since you knew about the Cullen’s now. Of course, that meant you knew about the newborn army to, but you decided to stay out of that one. Some things however…some things demanded your attention, and whether you were human or not you simply had to at least see your family would be okay.

After a whirlwind few months your sister was saved, married and knocked up. Come Christmas, your hybrid niece was looking to be nine years old and your father was suspicious but none the wiser to the world you knew all too much about. You had carefully hidden your bitemark with polo necks, a sudden and bizarre choice your father had commented on once but quickly dismissed after you spouted some fashion facts Alice had prepared you with – fashion and Charlie did not mix and he dropped that conversation faster than one might drop a saucepan on fire. Of course, Renesmee (who you had created a variety of nicknames for just to tease Bella because otherwise you…well you’d have to call her Renesmee, and that was just cruel) was unique in every way, and unique and unknown equated to threat and danger in many minds, many minds the Cullen’s had slowly swayed over the few weeks since Alice had informed them of their impending death sentence.

You hadn’t been allowed to visit since the nomads and covens had started arriving, and though you understood the reason it didn’t make it any easier to know your sister, your niece, your extended family, were all in danger and you weren’t getting to spend what might be their last moments with them. It was only made worse when Bella and Edward had brought your father tickets to go fishing out of state, and tried to do the same to you. You loved your TV shows, truly you did, so for them to somehow get you backstage passes for Supernatural of all things was…immense. What you hated the most was how tempted you were to go. Who would say no to a long stay in a five star hotel, all expenses paid for and any bills you accumulated paid for by a Cullen, bottomless credit card?

When Edward and Bella had dropped you at the airport, part of you really had been ready to say goodbye to them, but as you stood in line for the gate the heavy weight of guilt settled in your gut and wouldn’t stop squirming. You had to turn back, you had to go. Nobody knew when the Volturi were going to land exactly, but you knew the day, and with Charlie and Sue gone for their fishing trip you would have nobody to stop you doing the incredibly dumb thing you had set your heart on. The taxi fare home had been extortionate but you couldn’t exactly have called anyone for a lift could you? You called the hotel and told them you were cancelling your stay, having to push your backstage pass for the Supernatural set deep into the depths of your bag to manage the grief of missing that opportunity, but family came first.

A restless night’s sleep later and you were dressing for the snow. It had fell fast and thick since Christmas day, so you had to set out early if you were going to get anywhere fast. Bella was your sister and you loved one another dearly, so of course you had spoken all about the upcoming battle, her hopes and her fears, her plans.

“There’s a clearing to the North of the house, we’re hoping if we engage them there it’ll be far enough away from people to stop anyone else getting involved by accident.”

Clearing to the North of the Cullen residence, right. With your Grandfather’s old compass you had set out, bundled in your thickest woollen coat and decked out the whole nine yards with scarves and hats and gloves. The air was freezing, nipping harshly at your exposed skin till your ears and nose were tinged red. Sniffling, you trudged through the layers of snow, stumbling over your own feet once or twice in the hereditary Swan way before regaining your footing and ploughing on. The trees seemed never-ending, an identical blanket of white on each and every one that towered above you, encroaching from all sides and making you lose all sense of direction. If it wasn’t for the compass in your hand you could have easily gotten lost in the winter wonderland, but a break in the treeline finally made an appearance. Numb as your extremities were, you forced your tired body to cooperate and propelled yourself forward, stumbling towards a tree you might be able to see past.

The forest was eerily silent, not a single scuttling animal or twittering bird to be found today, and the clearing itself was so large and the covens spread so far apart you could barely see a thing either, not with your dull, human eyes. A swarm of black gave away the Volturi, the mismatch of beiges and neutral tones on the left letting you know your family had yet to be taken down. A sigh of relief escaped you and you clapped a hand over your mouth in alarm, heart skipping a beat in your chest. Vampires had extremely sensitive hearing, there was no way somebody hadn’t heard you, and if it wasn’t the sigh that gave you away then it would surely have been the sound of mitten slapping flesh. Pressing into the bark you peeked around the tree trunk, heart hammering in your chest now as you tried to establish what was happening. You couldn’t hear a thing, could barely see. Ness sat atop Jacob, his russet fur glinting in the bright white of the snow-covered landscape.

“It all looks so terribly interesting from this distance does it not?” the smooth voice was right by your ear, and you screamed louder than you ever had in your life. Whirling around you shrunk back from the vibrantly red eyes of an admittedly handsome man, his expression devoid of any emotion as he looked you over. He had boxed you in against the tree trunk, his cloak billowing about him, the shiny, golden ‘V’ hanging around his throat making your chest constrict. Volturi, he was a Volturi guard. With wide eyes you stood in a silent stare-off, unable to decipher the emotions flickering through his eyes as he stood a step toward you.

“Stay away from me!” you cried, cringing back into the bark behind you. His head tilted.

“You came to spy and did not expect there would be consequences?” he asked, not stopping till he was almost on top of you. Your breath hitched. He had the most gorgeous looking face but you could identify the features of a killer in it. The glowing red irises didn’t look at you with malice however, more…confusion. His sharp, pearl white teeth weren’t bared to take your throat out but carefully sealed away behind plush lips. You could almost believe he didn’t intend on hurting you if his hands weren’t still reaching for you.

“You’re here to butcher my family, I had to…” you trailed off, because in reality what could you do? What could you possible say to this vampire that wouldn’t make him laugh? You were human, you stood no chance. He had paused, waiting patiently for your answer, yet when you gave him none he proceeded to pick you up like you weighed next to nothing, your feet being whisked out of the numbing snow to dangle over his arm. His eyes never left yours.

“Hold tight little one.” He suggested, his voice devoid of any emotion. If there had been any part of him you might have been able to appeal to before it was gone now, hidden behind a stony exterior. The world blurred around you and the jarring movement thew you off balance as he set you on your feet again, your body tilting in a way it shouldn’t till he was forced to grab you and hold you steady. Nausea rose quickly in the back of your throat, the world still spinning and blurring your eyes. You could see the edges of black cloaks swirling in your vision as you fought back the urge to be sick. There was no way to hide your anxiety now, your heart hammering away for all to hear, your breathing too quick to be normal.

“You seem to have distressed our dear friends, Demetri.” The smooth voice was sickeningly sweet, entirely false to your ears. Trying to take a steadying breath, you forced yourself to look up at the three imposing figures before you. A giant stood behind them, two young twins to their right. The three were quite obvious to you form the stories you’d heard, and your shudder had nothing to do with the cold this time. Demetri, the man holding you, had yet to let go of your waist, and his hands felt strangely soothing, their firm grip something that felt grounding and reliable despite your terror in this moment.

“An intruder who has already seen too much, end her now as yet another of the Cullen’s mistakes.” The blonde sneered. You swallowed, mind spinning. You were dead either way, right?

“My niece is not a mistake.” You retorted. You were proud that your voice didn’t waver once, though the grip on your waist tightened slightly and you weren’t sure if it was to warn you or scold you. Caius hissed, eyes narrowed in a vicious glare.

“Your niece? May I, my dear?” Aro stood before you, taller than you had expected with hair almost as long as yours. You knew it wasn’t a request, but you found yourself desperate either way to avoid touching him and shrank back from his extended hand, straight into Demetri’s chest. His hand was hesitant, but it lifted from your waist to lightly skim down your arm, his lips close to your hairline as he whispered, “Do as you are told now, little one.”

He carefully extended your hand for you, noting the tremor in it once more as Aro’s eyes flickered between you. He removed your mitten with a flourish, your hand immediately clenching and unclenching at the sudden blast of arctic cold it had previously been shrouded from. Aro’s skin was somehow even colder and your shivering grew in intensity. Very vaguely, you could hear Bella shouting something, but the distance was so great and the clearing so vast it swallowed the sound. His eyes flickered over yours, completely pinning you to the spot, and then they looked past you to whatever was happening behind you. Demetri was blocking your view when you tried to see what Aro was seeing.

“Sweet Y/N, your bravery in coming here is applaudable. I can only hope our own dear ones are as dedicated to our family as you are to yours.” Aro sighed, a hint of melancholy in his voice. You flinched, knowing the next words from his mouth would most likely be spelling out your death sentence. The sound of the breeze was all that filled your ears for a moment, the anxiety and anticipation growing in your stomach making it difficult to hold onto the meagre breakfast you’d forced yourself to eat. It occurred to you in that moment that this would be your final moments with your family, your last chance to say goodbye, and they could hear it. Squaring your shoulders, you held your head high.

“I came because I love them, and I don’t regret that. You can’t destroy my family, their witnesses are proof of that. My niece was created out of love and the legacy of love they would leave behind will be far too great for you to overcome. So go ahead and do what you have to to me, if I can die with half their grace then I know I’ve done them proud.” You clenched your fists at your side, prepared for the bite that Aro would deliver, maybe Demetri. Caius looked most upset by your little speech, hissing quietly and looking prepared to spring towards you. More muffled noise from behind you let you know your family had heard, even if you couldn’t hear their goodbyes you felt them in your heart.

Aro’s head tilted slightly, his expression cold, and then his mouth opened slightly and he was leaning forward. You closed your eyes, flinching as you braced for the pain of a bite you knew well, but instead you felt cold air, and when your eyes snapped open you were shielded from Aro’s bite by a tall, lean body, one strong arm curled backward to keep you caged against his spine. Demetri.

“Master…please.” He extended his hand, ripping off his glove with his teeth as he went. Aro eagerly took his hand, probably as desperate as you were to know why one of his most treasured guard would so openly defy him. Some of the Volturi’s people were starting to whisper behind them but a lethal look (from the giant of a man you guessed was Felix from Bella’s stories) silenced them. His grip on your hip tightened for a moment, the silence deafening before Aro chuckled.

“Ahhh…così si forma un legame eterno.” he murmured. You scrunched your nose, having no idea what he meant since you didn’t speak Italian. When Demetri carefully moved aside, giving Aro as slim a chance to access you as he possibly could, and your heart twisted with gratitude that he would even bother to try. You swallowed, doing your best to keep your fear from your face.

“Aro.” Caius growled. Aro held his hand up, forcing his brother to heel even if he couldn’t placate him.

“You are intriguing, Y/N. The Volturi do not offer second chances, but for the sake of our dear Demetri we are willing to bend the rules just this once,” Aro smiled, a shark-like grin that made your stomach sink, “You have a choice before you. Your family are quite innocent in regards to the accusation against your niece, for that we will deliver no justice-“ there was some uncomfortable shuffling behind him Aro dutifully ignored, “-however you are a law broken, yet another example of the Cullen’s inability to guard our secret from humans. An example must be made, you must be dealt with appropriately. Either you turn here, now, or you come with us, and we turn you.”

It was a Hobson’s choice. What Aro was really asking was how dead did you want to be? Dead dead? Or undead dead? If you let Carlisle bite you now in the clearing there were so many unpredictable nomads around. Bite your wrist and it would take forever for the venom to reach your heart and really start the change, you would be tortured right in front of them, a punishment for them all no doubt. Bite your throat and blood would spill, blood so many of those nomads wouldn’t think twice about feeding from in any other situation. So, what did you do? Did you choose the option where you ended up far from home but safe? Or did you choose the option that did not guarantee your safety but did guarantee your family would suffer watching you suffer?

For the first time since you entered the snow you felt warm, warm with so many eyes on you. Swallowing thickly, you tried to will your mind to work faster to outwit the vampire before you. In the end, you could only think of a compromise.

“My father’s not home right now. If I chose to come with you, could I have time to pack some clothes?” your voice was slightly weak, your heart aching in your chest. Your father would never see you again, he’d have to believe you just ran off, that you were the same flighty woman your mother was. Bella might never get a chance to see you again either, an eternity of knowing you would never lose your sister, but that you would never be reunited. It was painful however you spun it. Aro’s smile only widened, knowing he had successfully backed you into a corner.

“But of course! Such a…noble, sacrifice, must be rewarded. You have earned that much my dear. Demetri will take you now.” Aro gave his tracker a nod and Demetri seemed to relax, swiftly turning on his heel to march you across the snow. His hand was gentle on your arm, but the speed he set almost had you running to keep up, like he was desperate to get you out of there lest Aro change his mind. As you were escorted out of the clearing, you dared a single glance back at Bella, her face the very picture of horror as Edward held her back. All you could manage was a weak smile as your sister disappeared from view for what was possible the last time.

Once you were far enough into the trees that the clearing was out of sight for you, Demetri suddenly came to a stop, exhaling sharply and dropping his hand from your arm. It ran through his hair but barely ruffled it. Whatever he was thinking, you weren’t about to be privy to it as he slung you across his back with ease. You gasped, clinging on tight.

“Hey! What are you doing!” you protested.

“Taking you to your home. You are slower than I am.” He retorted, his voice quiet and his grip on your thighs firm. You held on tight, heart rabbiting in your chest.

“You don’t even know where I live.” You squeaked. Demetri chuckled, the sound vibrating through your gut.

“No, but I know where the Cullen’s live, and I find it hard to believe that in all this snow you walked all the way here. Now hold on tight and try closing your eyes, it may help with the nausea, cara mia.” He gave you seconds at most to bury your face in his shoulder before he took off, maybe…or not? You weren’t really sure but you didn’t dare lift your head to look. He made sure his gait was smooth, every stride flawless so he didn’t so much as jostle you, and by the time he gently encouraged you to unwind your legs from his waist you were in front of the Cullen’s house. The only reminder you had ever ran anywhere with him at all was the windswept state of your hair – it was unfair his still looked perfect.

He had been right of course, you had driven to the Cullen’s today. It was hard to imagine him sitting beside you in your small car, his cloak about him and his outfit all…well, what even was he wearing? Why did that even matter when this Volturi guard was escorting you to pack things that would be your only reminder of home? Demetri was quiet, watching you carefully as you stared at your car. Nothing made sense. Why had Demetri saved you when he was the one who hauled you out in front of Aro? Why had it felt like he was protecting you? Why was everything so…comfortable? Being around him was like being in the company of an old friend, it was familiar and warm, inviting, the silences felt natural.

Demetri quietly called your name, his expression questioning, but you didn’t bother to give him an explanation, simply pulled out your car keys and got into the driver’s seat. The radio chased away the silence, your fingers clenched tight around the wheel as you tried to figure out what to pack.

“Where are we going?” you asked him finally. Demetri kept his eyes on the horizon.

“To our home, to Volterra. You will be joining us in Italy.” He answered. Italy? You didn’t know the first thing about Italian culture. What was the food like? The people? The language? You’d need to pack warmer clothes, and they didn’t accommodate turtle-necks – not that you needed to hide a bite from vampires. It wasn’t really until you pulled up in the driveway of your home that it really struck you, the weight of the deal you made hanging heavy on your shoulders as you idled in front of your childhood home. In your mind you could see yourself running up the drive, your suitcase abandoned for your father to pick up as he welcomed you to stay for the summer. Other winters where you had opted to spend Christmas with Charlie over Renée flashed through your mind next, dilapidated snowmen and strung up lights over the porch flashing bright. Tears stung your eyes.

“I’m never coming back here, am I?” you whispered. Demetri remained silent, and you were grateful for it. There was nothing he could say to make this better and you suspected he knew that. Furiously wiping at your eyes, you rummaged for your house keys and cleared your throat. “You should wait until I open the front door, it’ll look suspicious if you follow me in and any of the neighbours see.” You muttered, already climbing out of the car before he could argue. It was a slow walk up the drive, a walk where you desperately tried to imprint the bumps in the concrete, the muddy smells of the forest surrounding you, and the awful netting in the windows’ you father hadn’t changed since your mother moved on, into your memory.

The smell of stale beer from the cans in the recycling box beneath the sink hit your nose as the door opened, the familiar smells of Charlie’s aftershave and Sue’s perfume coming next. The house was cold, quiet, desolate even. Demetri was in front of you in the blink of an eye as you shut the door behind you, nobody would have seen him enter for sure. He glanced around himself, obviously curious at the choice in décor and the photographs along the walls – you couldn’t bear to look at them. With a soft sigh, you left him in the living room, knowing he would do what he liked anyway regardless as to whether or not you invited him upstairs.

The suitcase you had packed for your trip would need to be unpacked, some of your jumpers and long-sleeved shirts would not be needed in Italy after all. It would be hot, and heat was not a friend to wool. Your wardrobe doors flung open, you were contemplating what to put back when Demetri interrupted you.

“Vampires do not feel temperature the same way humans do. When you turn it will be no issue to wear jumpers, if they are what you prefer.” He said. Brows crinkling, you subconsciously lifted a hand to your throat.

“It’s not really a fashion choice,” you murmured, “But I guess I don’t need to really hide a bitemark from a bunch of vampires, do I?” Just like that the air changed; you no longer felt comfortable with Demetri, not when he was giving off such a sour energy. He radiated danger, anger. He took a breath to visibly compose himself, but his eyes were still darkened by anger, near black with the rage he radiated. The leather of his gloves squeaked as he clenched and unclenched his fists. You took a step back from him, biting down on your lower lip as your heart skittered.

“Show me,” he said, eyes blazing. You shook your head. “Show me.” He growled, stepping forward this time. Gulping, you reached up with a shaky hand to pull the turtle-neck down as far as you could, thankful the material stretched slightly. Demetri peered past the fabric to the silver crescent shapes of Riley’s teeth, emblazoned on your skin until Volturi venom decided to buff out that imperfection. He hissed quietly, his fingertips tracing the mark and sending shivers down your spine. He was freezing cold, cold as a corpse actually since that was technically what he was, so why did his fingers leave a blazing trail of fire across your skin?

“It’s just small, it’ll go away anyway if-“

“It will not, go away.” Demetri ground out, his eyes fixated on the scar. He looked genuinely disgusted and you couldn’t tell if it was at you or the bitemark, you couldn’t tell quite why it bothered you so much either. Why did you care so much that this upset Demetri?

“It won’t?” you asked weakly. He winced a bit, letting his hands drop and looking away. You counted ten whole seconds before he dared turn back to you.

“No, it will not. Venom is what will immortalise you, petrify your system, it has had a chance to do so to those cells it has touched already and they will be forever changed by it. My only hope is to bite down there, that by breaking the surface with my teeth it heals over with my venom.” He almost growled the word at you in his frustration and you swallowed, blinking in surprise.

“You’re going to be the one that turns me?” you questioned. Could he even do that? Did he have the self-control? You had thought Aro would do it if you were honest, though you couldn’t say you were over the moon to have that old coot’s teeth in your throat it was guaranteed to at least be safe. What right did Demetri have to steal your life? Why was he so angry over the thought of another vampire biting you? Had he claimed some weird sort of vampire dibs?

“Of course. The Volturi have laws they enforce but when it comes to affairs between mates, they leave well enough alone.” He informed you, head tilting. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Mates?” you whispered, mind reeling.

“You do not feel the pull?” he asked. He had yet to step back from you, unbearably close and yet somehow not close enough. For a moment you couldn’t say anything, simply trying to desperately scramble to think coherently enough to consider answering.

“I don’t…I barely know you, you can’t just…say that.” You stammered. Demetri very gently grasped your chin between his fingers, tilting your face upward so you were forced to maintain eye contact with him. You weren’t sure what he was searching for, if he found it or not, but he dropped your chin with a sigh.

“Pack, tesoro, we have little time.” He murmured. You were relieved when he stepped back – it gave you a chance to breathe.  Mate? Demetri thought you were his mate? You knew what that meant, Edward had explained to you what his connection with Bella was like after Riley had introduced you to his world, trying to help you understand how awful the months leading up to Bella’s running away to Italy had been for both of them. Is that why he had been so protective of you on the field? Is that why he was so furious another vampire had dared mark you? It crossed your mind then just how selfish your decision actually looked to the outside world. In your head, you had been saving your family from suffering, but to them it probably looked like you had chosen to run off with your mate because you didn’t trust they would take care of you. How were they ever going to forgive you for this?