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nightfall-by-jacqui-natla · 1 year

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20. SHADOW MAN

THE BEAR'S GROWLS ECHOED THROUGH the forest, its search for me relentless. Even though I was invisible, I could sense it tracking my scent. Thanks to Simon's warning about the Ursa Clan, I managed to keep my primal urges in check.

I knew that if I let my guard down, the bear would surely find me and unleash its fury. I had to stay focused and remember everything the Khotlers had taught me about survival in the wilderness. As I crept through the dense underbrush, I could hear the bear getting closer and closer. I knew I had to stay calm and trust in my abilities.

Suddenly, the bear burst through the trees, its massive form looming over me. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable attack. But to my surprise, the bear stopped in its tracks and sniffed the air. It seemed confused, unable to locate me despite being so close.

I took advantage of this momentary confusion and slowly backed away, careful not to make any sudden movements that might alert the bear to my presence. As I retreated, I heard the sound of another set of footsteps approaching, growing louder with each passing second.

And then, emerging from the shadows, was another bear. But this one was different. Its fur was as dark as the night, blending seamlessly with the surrounding darkness. It was a formidable creature, and I could sense the power emanating from its very being.

The two bears stood face to face, a silent exchange of dominance between predators. It was as if they were communicating without words, a tense moment in the heart of the forest.

I watched in awe as the two bears circled each other, their growls echoing through the trees. It was a battle of wills, a primal dance of power and strength. I knew that I had to make my move before the situation escalated further.

I slowly began to back away, trying to make my escape without attracting the attention of either bear. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Just as I thought I had made it to safety, a twig snapped under my foot, alerting the bears to my presence. In an instant, they turned their attention towards where I stood, their eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity.

I knew that I was facing a life-or-death situation, and I had to act quickly.

Suddenly, the bears halted, their attention shifting to something behind me. The brown bear snorted while the black bear emitted a low growl. I turned my head to see what had captured their interest. To my astonishment, a tall figure emerged from the shadows. Clad in a black misty trench coat and a fedora hat, this man lacked a discernible face. He stood there, his presence commanding and enigmatic, as if he held some kind of power over the bears. The tension in the air seemed to shift like a new player had entered the game.

Sensing the shift in power, the bears slowly distanced themselves from each other, their growls fading away. It was almost as if they recognized this figure as a formidable force, not to be underestimated. As the figure drew closer, the bears began to retreat.

Then, a familiar caw sounded by my side. I glanced down to see the raven Lenore nuzzling against my leg.

It was unmistakably him.

As the bears fled from the towering shadowy figure, Ingram emerged from within him, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He seemed oblivious to my presence.

"Works like a charm," he chuckled. "They're terrified of it."

"Why is that?" I inquired, catching him off guard.

"Violet!" he exclaimed, turning to face me. "What are you doing here?"

I shrugged, trying to hide my surprise at seeing Ingram here, of all places. "I could ask you the same thing," I replied, crossing my arms. "What's with the whole act?"

Ingram chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Well, flower, sometimes a little mystery can be quite useful. Keeps people on their toes, you know?"

"Whoa, why did you call me flower?" I inquired, taken aback by the unexpected nickname.

"I thought it suited you," he replied, a sly smile gracing his face. "Violets are often associated with grief, mourning, death, and even darkness." He emphasized the last part with a playful wink.

I raised an eyebrow, unsure of how to interpret his words. "And what exactly are you implying with that?"

Ingram's grin widened, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, nothing too sinister. Just that you have a certain allure, a mysterious aura that draws people in. It's fascinating, really."

I rolled my eyes, not buying his explanation. "Cut the act, Ingram. What are you really up to?"

He sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Always so suspicious, Violet. Can't a man have a little fun?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, not buying his innocent act for a second. "Fun? Terrifying bears and lurking in the shadows? That's your idea of fun?"

Ingram shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, it's not like I have many hobbies. Besides, it's all in the name of science."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "Science? What kind of science involves scaring bears and dressing up like a character from a noir film?"

Ingram grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. "Experimental psychology, flower. I've been studying animal behavior and the effects of fear on their responses. And let me tell you, it's been quite enlightening."

I couldn't help but be intrigued by his explanation. Despite his eccentricities, Ingram was undeniably intelligent and had a knack for uncovering the mysteries of the natural world. "So, what have you discovered?"

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Fear, flower, is a powerful motivator. It can override even the most basic instincts. These bears, for example, are typically fierce and territorial. But in the presence of something they perceive as a greater threat, they retreat."

I nodded, beginning to understand his fascination with fear. "So, you're saying that this figure you've created, this faceless man, is able to put fear in these bears?"

Ingram nodded, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Exactly! It's all about perception. The bears see this figure as a dominant force, someone they can't possibly challenge. And so, they retreat."

With a flick of his wrist, the tall figure wearing a shadowy fedora vanished into thin air.

I couldn't help but be impressed by Ingram's ingenuity and dedication to his research. Despite his unorthodox methods, there was no denying the results he had achieved. I should probably tell him that there was a bear shifting warrior women clan roaming around the forest that my new family had a truce with but I had decided to keep it to myself for now.

Ingram's curiosity got the better of him as he pressed me for an answer. "What brings you to this secluded part of the forest?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine interest.

I hesitated for a moment. How should I explain this? As I was trying to think of a response, Lenore flapped her wings and flew off the ground and landed on Ingram's shoulder. He gently stroked her feathers, a look of pure delight on his face.

"I... was just walking around," I began.

Ingram's red eyes sparkled with anticipation, eager to hear more. "Just walking around?" he repeated, his voice tinged with curiosity. Lenore, perched on his shoulder, seemed to share his excitement, her wings fluttering softly.

I paused, searching for the right words to convey the truth without revealing too much.

"Oh, you're missing me already, aren't you?" he teased.

"No!" I hastily retorted, my tone inadvertently betraying me.

"Yes, you are," he affirmed, a knowing smile gracing his lips.

"Whatever," I muttered under my breath.

"I must confess, I had secretly hoped to see you again. Although I never expected it to be so soon," Ingram admitted, a touch of vulnerability seeping into his words.

My curiosity only grew stronger, my genuine interest in his presence in this part of the forest compelling me to talk to him more. Lenore, sensing the connection between us, remained perched on his shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to open up to Ingram. "Joseph, your brother, shared with me about your childhood. How your mother passed away during childbirth and your father was absent for most of your lives."

For a moment, Ingram's gaze hardened but then softened as he looked down at Lenore, gently stroking her feathers. "Yeah, it's been a rough road," he admitted, his voice tinged with sadness.

I felt a pang of sympathy for Ingram, realizing that there was more to him than just his playful banter and charming smile. There was a depth to him that I hadn't seen before, a vulnerability that he rarely showed to others.

"I lost my mother the same way," I revealed. "And my father was even worse. He abused me, but not my half-sister because she didn't killed her mother."

Ingram's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and empathy. "I'm so sorry to hear that," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

I nodded, feeling a lump forming in my throat. Opening up about my painful past was not something I did often, but there was something about Ingram that made me feel safe, understood.

Ingram took a few steps closer to me. His presence felt comforting, as if he was a shield against the world's cruelty. "We've both endured so much," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But here we are, standing in this forest, finding solace in each other's company."

I couldn't help but be drawn to him, his vulnerability and understanding creating an unspoken bond between us. It was as if we were two lost souls, finding refuge in the depths of our shared pain.

Ingram reached out, his hand hesitantly brushing against mine. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, igniting a spark that I hadn't felt in years. It was a simple gesture, but it held so much meaning.

"I never expected to find someone like you," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "Someone who sees beyond the surface, who understands the pain that lies beneath."

"You hardly know me," I replied.

"But sometimes, you just know," he whispered, his gaze unwavering. "Sometimes, the connection is instant, and it feels like destiny."

I couldn't help but smile at his words.

Ingram's hand tightened around mine, his grip firm yet gentle and pulled me into his arms.

"Maybe we're meant to heal each other," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of hope.

The touch of his hand sent a wave of reassurance through me, as if he were a lifeline in the midst of a storm. It was as if his touch had the power to heal wounds I didn't even know existed, to mend the broken pieces of my soul. In that moment, I felt seen, understood, and accepted in a way I had never experienced before.

As we stood there, our hands intertwined, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability and trust that I had never felt with anyone else. It was as if he had the ability to peel back the layers of my carefully constructed facade, to see the raw and unfiltered version of myself that I rarely showed to the world.

Ingram's touch was not just physical, but emotional as well. It was a touch that spoke of empathy, compassion, and a deep understanding of the human experience. It was a touch that said, "I am here for you, no matter what."

As I looked into his eyes, I saw a reflection of my own desires and dreams. It was as if he had tapped into a part of me that I had long forgotten, awakening a sense of purpose and passion that had been buried deep within. His touch, his words, his presence, all seemed to ignite a fire within me, urging me to embrace the possibilities that lay ahead.

"Thanks for that, shadow man," I murmured.

Ingram chuckled. "Shadow man?"

"Well, you gave me a nickname, so why not return the favor?"

Lenore's caw echoed through the air, adding a touch of whimsy to the moment. Ingram's laughter filled the air, a sound that was both comforting and infectious. His crimson eyes sparkled with amusement, his voice laced with affection. "I suppose I can embrace that nickname, flower."

I couldn't help but smile at his words.

In that moment, the world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us standing together in our little bubble of shared understanding and connection. The trees whispered secrets in the breeze, and the moonlight shined in the sky with hues of silver and white, as if nature itself were celebrating our bond.

Ingram squeezed my hand gently, his gaze never wavering from mine. "You know, you have a way of making even the darkest shadows seem less intimidating," he said softly.

"And you, shadow man, make the light seem all the more brilliant," I replied.

We stood there in silence for a moment, the gravity of our connection pulling us closer together. The night seemed to stretch on, each second amplifying the intensity of our shared feelings.

Ingram's hand slipped from mine only to wrap around my waist, pulling me into a gentle embrace. His touch was cold, yet it ignited a warmth deep within my soul. "Are you planning to see me again?" he whispered into my ear.

I leaned into his embrace, feeling the chill of his body contrast with the strange heat that stirred within me. "As often as you'll let me," I whispered back, my breath mingling with the night air.

Ingram pulled back slightly to look into my eyes, his expression a mix of longing and determination. "Then let's make a promise," he said, his voice steady and resolute. "No matter what shadows we face, no matter how dark the night becomes, we will always find our way back to each other."

I nodded. "A promise," I echoed, my voice firm with conviction.

The raven cawed joyfully, her wings fluttering as if applauding our commitment. I couldn't help but giggle. "And I'll see you soon too, Lenore."

Ingram chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "It seems she has taken a liking to you as well."

A smile graced my lips. "I should return. My coven will surely be worried about my whereabouts."

"Give my regards to my brother," he said with a playful grin.

I nodded, a pang of sadness tugging at my heart as I reluctantly began to untangle myself from Ingram's embrace. "I will," I promised, my voice filled with a mixture of longing and anticipation.

Ingram's hand lingered on my waist for a moment longer before he finally released me, his touch leaving a lingering warmth that I carried with me as I turned to leave. As I walked away, I couldn't help but steal one last glance at him, his figure standing tall and strong against the backdrop of the moonlit night.

The journey back to my coven was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Ingram, his touch, his voice, and the vow we had made. I couldn't shake the feeling that our connection was something special, something that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

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braveclementine · 3 months

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What Do you Mean the Wedding is Still Going On?

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I sat in the living room the next day with Carlisle, Jasper, and Emmett, watching the news. They're were reporting about Seattle at the moment.

A blond news reporter stood on the TV, police car lights on behind her in a dark intersection on a block off street. "Seattle is in a state of terror. Police are baffled by the escalating murders and disappearances. Theories range from a vicious new gang to a wildly active serial killer. Reporting live-"

Carlisle turned the TV off as Edward and Bella came into the room, wrapping an arm around my shoulder where I sat between him and Jasper. "It's getting worse. We're going to have to do something."

Emmett was slowly punching his fist into his hand where he sat on the back of the couch instead of actually sitting on it properly.

"Emmett, sit on the furniture right." I muttered under my breath. Emmett didn't listen to me, shooting me a cocky grin instead.

I hadn't told them about Uncle Josh or Dad or whatever I was supposed to call him. I mean, I told them he had died, I just didn't say Victoria was the one who killed him.

Not that Marcel knew who Victoria was. He had just said there was red hair at the scene that they couldn't match to anyone so I was almost certain it was Victoria. I couldn't really think of anyone else.

The only thing I couldn't figure out was why. Surely she couldn't know what Uncle Josh and Marcel had provided me with, could she?

"It takes more than one of our kind to cause the damage they're reporting." Jasper said, still staring at the blank TV as he said this. "Quite a few more. And they're undisciplined, conspicuous."

"It's newborns." Edward said.

Carlisle looked up and Bella looked between everyone and then asked, "What, like new vampires?"

"In the first few months after the change." Edward explained.

"That's when we're at our most uncontrollable. Vicious. Insane with thirst." Jasper said. Carlisle tightened his arm around me.

"Something to look forward to." Emmett said. I scoffed.

"No one's trained these newborns, but this isn't random." Jasper said.

"Someone's creating an army." Carlisle said softly.

"Well now we're definitely going to Seattle." Emmett said, getting up off the couch excitedly.

"Like what?" I asked angrily. "Today? Absolutely not."

"An army of vampires?" Bella asked skeptically.

"And they've been created to fight someone." Jasper explained.

"Oh wow, let me guess. Hmm, us." I muttered sarcastically under my breath. "Lucky us."

Edward glared at me while Emmett grinned.

"Mom's right. We're the only clan even close to Seattle." Edward said.

"Regardless of why they were made," Carlisle interjected, "if we don't put a stop to them, the Volturi will. I'm surprised they let it go on this long."

"Maybe they're behind it." Edward and I said at the same time.

Edward continued, "In Italy, I read Aro's mind. He wants me, Alice, and Davina to join him but he knows we'll never choose him as long as our family's still alive."

"An army could solve that for him." Jasper said while Carlisle's arm grew even tighter around me still.

I was going to have to enact my plan. And I was going to have to enact it soon.

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I sat on the kitchen counter, snickering as Carlisle wrapped up Bella's hand. "It's just a sprain. It should heal fairly quickly."

I was observing Carlisle. He was wearing a lovely navy blue sweater with a white collar shirt underneath.

Jasper and Emmett walked in and I noticed the contrasting difference between them in their fancy clothes, and Edward in a sweatshirt. Emmett was wearing a gray vest over a gray shirt, with black dress pants. Jasper was wearing the same thing as Carlisle, just in different colours.

"Trying to walk and chew gum at the same time again Bella?" Emmett asked, coming to sit next to me on the counter, pulling me into a side hug.

"I punched a werewolf in the face." Bella said with a slight scoff.

I snickered again.

"Badass. You're gonna be one tough little newborn." Emmett said.

"Tough enough to take you on." Bella jested. I laughed, pushing on Emmett's shoulder but the jokes weren't good for Rosalie who tossed the newspaper aside, walking out the door.

"Don't worry about it." Was all Emmett said.

There was some awkward silence before Edward asked, "Got any new leads?"

"No sign of the intruder. But Victoria continues to make appearances." Jasper said.

I wrapped my arms around Carlisle's neck as he leaned his back against the counter.

Bella left the house to leave the five of us to discussion.

"What about the wolves Mom?" Edward asked.

"If they've found anything they haven't confided it in me. But the last thing Sam said was they didn't have anything." I murmured.

"Mom!" Alice said, running in.

"Yeah?" I asked, unconcerned, kissing the top of Carlisle's head.

"Come on. You need to try on your wedding dress!" Alice said, darting up to me to grab my arm.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, confused, "What now?"

"You're wedding is literally in two days!" Alice scoffed.

"Wait, that's still happening?" I asked, completely taken away.

Alice glared at me, "Why wouldn't it?"

"I- I don't- Seattle- new born vampires- Victoria- Pff- I-"

Alice literally scooped me off the kitchen counter and started pulling me after her.

"Jasper!" I called behind me.

"Sorry Mama." Jasper called back with laughter in his voice.

Upon entering Alice's room, I found Esme waiting for me as well, along with the dress.

"Oh." I whispered, seeing the dress. "Oh, Alice."

"I know." Alice beamed. "It's a little later than the 1640's, closer to the 1700's, but it's close to the style that was done in Carlisle's time. Do you like it?"

"I love it." I whispered, looking at the beautiful wedding dress in front of me.

It was white with long sleeves and a jeweled bodice that was decorated to look like a corset. There were ruffles along the shoulders and the v shape. It was a low V-shape and wouldn't reveal much, but it was also set lower along the shoulders. It came with a pearl necklace that was so small, it was almost like a choker, but I think that was what Alice was going for. There were silver flowers and also white roses on the outside of the dress with was a very fine, see through skirt. The other layers were white silk.

(Or I found a new dress)

"There will be a train and a veil as well." Alice said giddily.

"Will he like it?" I breathed out.

"He'll love it." Esme assured me.

"Come on! Get dressed! Get dressed!" Alice was pretty much squealing with delight. I quickly undressed, and with Alice and Esme's help, dressed in the wedding dress.

"It fits you perfectly." Esme said.

"I look kind've pale." I muttered.

"Don't worry." Alice said. "Makeup will fix that and if you spend all of tomorrow down at La Push, you'll get a little bit of a tan."

I took her word for it. Maybe I'd get Leah to come sunbathing with me or Seth to go surfing.

"So, um, tell me about the wedding arrangements so I'm not taken by surprise." I said quietly.

"Alright, so," Alice said in delight. "All your bridesmaids will be wearing sky blue."

"I have bridesmaids? As in. . . plural?" I questioned.

"Yep! Me, Rosalie, Emily, and Leah." Alice said happily.

I raised my eyebrows. "Leah said yes to being my bridesmaid? Alongside vampires?"

"Yep." Alice said. "Also, Sam is going to be walking you down the aisle."

I smiled at that. Good old Sam.

"But you will have to pick your maid of honor." Alice said with a shrug.

"How am I supposed to choose?" I asked, confused.

"Well, it can't be a bridesmaid." Alice pointed out. "So that should narrow your options down."

"Esme?" I questioned, "Would you like to be my maid of honor?"

Esme smiled, venom swelling up in her eyes with happiness. "I would love that."

I smiled as Alice helped me out of the wedding dress. "What about the cake?"

Alice snorted, "Vanilla with vanilla icing. Don't worry, I would never forget that."

"It's not going to be over the top, is it?" I questioned carefully.

"Oh no! There's only five layers." Alice replied.

"FIVE!" I asked.

"Well, the wolves love to eat." Alice pointed out.

I paused, "Actually, that's a good point."

"Don't worry, there'll be a lot of food." Alice said. "And Emmett is making sure that there'll be blood too. Since it's us and part of the Denali clan, animal blood will be mixed in with our wine. Meaning that it's mostly blood."

I nodded, "Well at least everyone's going to be happy."

I sighed. I was feeling more and more nervous with every passing moment.

"Don't be nervous." Alice said. "It'll be great. You two absolutely love each other."

"I know." I said, taking in a shuddering breath. "Does Marcel have a part to play in all of this? Or is he not coming anymore?"

"He is. He would've walked you down the aisle but I told him about Sam and about your Uncle Joshua/ Dad relationship thing." Alice said. "I hope you don't mind. Anyways, he thinks it's fair that Sam walks you instead. All the other guests are Quiluete, Courtney and her family from the hospital, Charlie of course, and then I invited Angela and Eric because I know you like them."

I smiled, "You did good Alice."

I checked the clock, "I ought to go."

"Alright, you'll be coming back here, right?" Alice asked.

"Maybe." I said slowly, not wanting to make promises. "We'll see. I'll call though, if I'm not so Carlisle doesn't worry."

"Alright." Both Alice and Esme hugged and kissed my cheek.

Once I was in my SUV though, all the other emotions left me. I drove to Seattle.

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I hunkered down in the back of my car, connecting my laptop to the WIFI of one of the nearby buildings.

I was parked in an alleyway, the car lights off and locked. It wouldn't stop much, but it was enough. I had my gun, stake, and lighter beside me.

I wasn't stupid. I wasn't going to attempt killing anything. But I had to be in Seattle for this plan to work.

I carefully attached the drone to my laptop, setting up a recording process. I had crossed off sections of Seattle with a red marker. I knew exactly where I needed the drone to go.

Marcel and Uncle Josh- for lack of anything better to call him- had given me the army codes to Seattle. These were codes to the high tech security cameras that the army had planted. They had these in every city, in every nook and cranny because. . . well the Government liked to keep tabs on people.

But I wasn't look for people.

I put on a pair of headphones, getting ready with the controller if need be. I scrolled through the laptop, working methodically until I saw a blur on the camera. I paused, clicking the screen into rotation and watched.

In the frame, there was a blue car that upside down, several people were on the screen. There was on, standing with the car door above his hand and I watched- and recorded- as he slammed it into the ground.

Two of the people dropped another, who fell lifeless to the floor. I quickly turned up the audio as the man started to speak, "Something's coming."

His voice was smooth. I quickly upgraded the camera quality with an amplifier. I recognized his face, he was on all the missing posters in Seattle. Charlie was working on his case. Riley something.

"Something bigger than any of us alone. And if you can't control yourselves, we're all going to die." He finished the lovely sentence. He shook his head, looking at the damage they had caused and said, "What's done is done, just clean up after yourselves." He waved a hand at the fire that was set behind the car and the human bodies in the alleyway. I shuddered.

He moved out of the frame and I quickly clicked to the next frame, to see if I could track him. Instead, I was met with another site.

It was a side view of the bridge, revealing that there were four, cloak wearing vampires standing there. I recognized all of them and froze, afraid all of a sudden they would realize I was watching them. Felix and Demetri were on the outsides with Alec and Jane on the inside. They were staring down at the mess the vampires were making.

I quickly clicked over to the camera closer to them, double checking to make sure that the laptop was still recording. I wanted to be able to hear them.

"They've already drawn too much attention." Demetri spoke first. I loved Demetri. Not like Carlisle of course, nothing like Carlisle. But if I could have a favorite in the Volturi clan- Demetri was it. I almost considered him an ally.

"So has our inaction." Felix said and he was right. It was making the Cullens suspicious. "Others may begin to question the Volturi's effectiveness."

"Let them." Jane said and my eyes widened. I turned up the volume to make sure I was hearing this properly.

Felix turned his back, walking away from them and said, "Maybe we should consult with Aro."

Jane turned to face him and Felix suddenly fell to his knees, his back arched in pain.

"Aro's decisions are being watched." Jane said.

SO THEY KNEW!

She let go of Felix and he fell flat on his face.

"We must decide." Jane said.

My heart was beating in my chest, my body shaking.

Alec stepped forward, placing a hand on Jane's shoulder, "Then decided sister. It's time."

"Yes it is." Jane said. Her voice was to girly and light for a monster. Her and Alec turned back to overlook the destruction while Felix got to his feet. "Either we let them do what they were created for, or we end them."

She made it sound like she was deciding what she should have for breakfast tomorrow morning.

"Decisions, decisions."

I was literally holding my breath. If she decided not to end them, then we would have to end them. And it meant that the Volturi- at least Jane and Alec- were willing to let the Cullens be destroyed.

And then, they were gone. I gasped and then quickly changed frame rates and I found them, leaving the city. I shuddered. They were going to let the vampires live. This- this was not good at all.

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I was dressed, once again, in my wedding dress. Except this time, Rosalie was in the room too. Rosalie was working on making the curls that Carlisle favored over every other hair style. Esme was helping wherever she could while Alice did my makeup.

My heart was beating out of my chest. They all thought it was nerves for the wedding. But I was terrified about the Volturi's decision. I remembered Edwards' words very clearly. Aro wanted me, Edward, and Alice by his side. If Rose, Em, Esme, Jas, and Carlisle were dead, we might go. Well. . . they would. I would not. I knew I could not live without Carlisle.

If Carlisle were to die before I was a vampire, I would move to La Push. Becoming active in the werewolves. I had thought once I might go to Volterra, become one of them, maybe even be with Demetri should fate allow it. But this. . . this wasn't Carlisle deciding he didn't want to be with me. No, this was Jane deciding my family should be ended.

I would never be allies with someone like that. For me to become one of the Volturi, Jane would have to die.

Alec too.

And Aro would never kill them.

"Davina, breathe." Alice said and I popped my eyes open, remembering where I was. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Right. No. Of course." I muttered.

Alice pursed her lips and said to Esme, "Leah and Emily are here."

Esme nodded and she was gone. I had told Leah and Emily that Esme would help them. Emily was quite fine with this, though Leah was far more reluctant. But I told Leah she would be Less annoyed with Esme working on her than if Alice or Rose worked with her and she reluctantly agreed.

The Denali clan was not here yet- and they would also show up straight to the church. Marcel on the other hand, was already here, chatting with Carlisle and the others downstairs. He hadn't met Rose or Esme yet- probably wouldn't until we got to the church.

Jacob, Paul, and Jared had laughed their asses off about me marrying a vampire in a church. Snickering about holy water and crosses. I had glared at them silently until they had become very quiet.

Once Alice started working on my eye makeup, I closed my eyes, slipping back to thinking about my short time in Seattle and working the cameras. I had downloaded the file several times, backing it up on different devices, sending it to several different emails, and downloading it onto six different flash drives. I had given one to Sam, telling him to keep it safe. I had also given one to Billy, telling him to keep it safe. Carlisle had one and I had hidden the other three. I had also told Sam, Billy, and Carlisle not to look at them unless I said so, saying they were useless for now.

I kept my thoughts controlled around Edward so that even he didn't know what I knew.

I wasn't entirely sure why I was keeping this a secret. Maybe because Carlisle believed in the Volturi so much and their laws. I didn't want to crush his faith.

Everything came back to Carlisle.

I wanted to know who Riley was working for. If it wasn't the Volturi. . . was it Victoria?

"Okay." Rose whispered, "The men left for the church. And Sam is here."

I stood up, slipping on the white, cream coloured heels that Rose had let me borrow. The dress was new. Esme had gifted me an old pair of pearl earrings that she never wore and thought I would enjoy. Not to mention, it would match my pearl choker and they were also something old.

I just needed something blue.

Sam was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, along with Leah and Emily, both wearing dresses of sky blue. Alice had made sure that each girl got a dress that made her look absolutely stunning and though I was the girl of the day, Sam was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Emily.

[Leah: Bottom. #5. Emily: Top #3. Rosalie Top #5. Alice bottom #2]

"You look beautiful." Sam said, kissing my cheek. He looked absolutely wonderful in his black suit. He was wearing a light blue tie to match the dresses and I was going to guess Alice had forced him into wearing it.

I smiled, kissing his cheek back. "Thank you Sammy."

"Davina." Marcel's voice came. He was in his military uniform and I smiled.

"Hey." I whispered. Alice was fixing the veil slightly.

"This is for you. Something blue. You can keep it." Marcel chuckled, holding out a pin.

"Your Combat Infantry badge." I whispered, taking the badge and handing it to Alice. She fixed it in with my hair, near the crown with the veil. "Thank you."

"It's not mine." Marcel said softly. "It was your fathers."

I felt the lump in my throat grow and Alice growled, "If you make her cry I will rip your head off."

Marcel chuckled. He had that infectious laugh so I laughed too. Alice sighed, "Time to get to the church before you start crying."

I rolled my eyes at Sam.

Once we were at the church, I found myself even more nervous than before. Marcel went off to sit in the crowd. Esme was already at the alter- she had left before us. Rosalie, Alice, Leah, and Emily prepared to walk down the aisle and I felt like throwing up.

"Davina, everything is going to be fine." Sam said.

"No, I know." I muttered, lacing my arm through his as the band started to play and my bridesmaids left. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being here. I know. . . I know this isn't the particular marriage you would've wanted me to do. So it means a lot, that you're here, supporting me." I whispered.

"He makes you happy. And I know he'll both protect you and he won't hurt you. And I love you enough to want you to be happy, even if he is a vampire."

I chuckled and then there was the cue for us to start walking. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't let me fall."

"I won't."

Sam and I walked down the aisle, through the parting curtain, and my breath caught in my throat upon seeing Carlisle.

He was wearing a black satin suit, a crisp white shirt underneath, and a white tie to match the colour of my dress.

His eyes lit up, a small knowing smile on his face as he looked at me. I was suddenly thankful for the veil that gave my face some coverage, because I was sure that my cheeks were bright red.

Sam kept his grip firm, his skin hot under his suit, but not uncomfortable. I knew it would be a short time before I was ice cold and we wouldn't be able to touch each other. So I relished in it. We reached the end of the line and Sam took my hand, placing it in Carlisle's out stretched hand.

"Take care of her Carlisle." Sam said in a husky voice.

"Forever." Carlisle murmured.

Sam knew he would keep that promise.

Sam let go of my hand, going to sit with the Quileutes on the opposite side of the room as the vampires.

The priest- completely and totally human by the way knowing nothing of the two secrets- was the one to conduct the ceremony.

Honestly, I didn't even hear anything he even said. All I knew was that it felt like I was standing there for years until Carlisle said, "I do."

Oh shit. Did I miss my part?

"Davina Michaelson, will you have this man to be your husband, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?" The priest asked.

There were so many things wrong with this vow and I was surprised that Alice hadn't asked him to change it. But I supposed as I had grown up Methodist, it was the one thing for me. Everything else- the church, the ring, the dress, the veil, the train, everything was Catholic for Carlisle. This one vow was Methodist for me.

"I do." I whispered.

"Then by the power vested in me by the holy spirit, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

My heart was beating out of my chest as Carlisle raised his hands, sweeping the veil back with ease before capturing my lips with his own. My eyes fluttered shut as I basked in the kiss. And then, we slowly pulled apart as the crowd started to clap. I could hear wolf whistling from the wolves and Carlisle and I both laughed lightly together.

Slowly, everything melted into reception. There were endless dances of course. Carlisle and I opened up the dance naturally. He was a flawless dancer and his strength gave him the ability to make sure I could dance just as smoothly, even if I wasn't moving my own feet.

Sam naturally danced with me next and I took alternative turns with my vampire children and my wolf children with Carlisle in between every single one of them.

Jared had brought Kim, never letting her go until he danced with me. Embry took her for a spin, one of the only people Jared probably would trust with Kim. Wolves didn't go after other wolves mates.

Carlisle also introduced me to the Denali clan. There were four- as Irina wasn't here- and they were stringently avoiding the wolves, seeming disgusted- at least Tanya and Kate were- with my friendship with them, though they made sure not to show in front of me. It was poorly disguised though. Neither Carmen nor Eleazar seemed particularly bothered with it though.

Eleazar had once been part of the Volturi. He reminded me a bit like Felix, with the height, build, black hair colour, and even the way his hair was styled. Carmen was also dark haired, which was in contrast to Tanya and Kate's blondness. The only difference was that Tayna's hair was curled while Kate's was straight.

I admit to getting slightly jealous when Tanya and Kate danced with Carlisle, but I made sure not to show it. It didn't matter. This was our wedding and Carlisle would never cheat on me.

I noticed however, that Marcel and Esme danced quite a few dances together and I stopped to observe them, a smirk on my face. After the last dance, Marcel kissed the back of Esme's hand before catching my eye and heading over.

"What's that look for?" He asked, holding his hand out for me to dance.

"See someone you like?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Marcels already dark cheeks flushed darker. "She is quite a beauty." He sighed, "But I don't know if she likes me or if she was simply indulging me."

"Esme doesn't play with feelings." I said softly. "And at the same time. . . there are certain mindsets you ought to prepare for if you were to. . . become far more intimate with her. She is very. . . old-fashioned."

"Like Carlisle." Marcel nodded.

"Exactly." I muttered.

"What century is your dress style after?" Marcel asked in blatant curiosity.

"The late 1600s, early 1700s." I answered calmly. "You like?"

"You look absolutely lovely." Marcel assured me. He smiled a little and then said, "It is much better than what others had planned originally."

Yes, Azim's mother had been planning our wedding for some time even when he hadn't proposed. She had shown me traditional wedding clothes from Iraq. There was a headdress I was required to wear and the veil wasn't supposed to be lifted higher than my lips. Not to mention she had picked a wedding dress that covered every inch of my skin.

"I'm happy." I whispered. "I've never been so happy and it. . . sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me."

Marcel shook his head, "Nothing at all beloved. You are simply in love. True love."

The dance ended and Marcel kissed my cheek. I smirked, "Tell Esme I said hi, won't you?"

Marcel glared at me before smirking and making his way back to Esme.

"Davina!" Alice sang, dancing over. "It's time to cut the cake!"

The cake was huge naturally. It had five layers, just as Alice had said and each layer was a different flavor. But apparently the top and bottom were both vanilla. The flowers were also frosted- not real like I originally thought- sticking to the cake. The leaves were also edible, along with all the other decorations make of fondue.

Carlisle stood behind me, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other over my hand as we cut down into the cake. I shoved a piece of cake into his mouth- as custom- and he swallowed it without making a face, which was impressive. He gave me a much smaller piece- he was far nicer than I was- and it was absolutely delicious.

We fed the wolves cake last- so that the other guests would have some- while all the vampires said they were 'full'.

Originally with the garter and flower toss, we had wanted to do Emily and Sam on purpose. However, with Leah in the crowd, I didn't want to hurt her. So instead, Carlisle shimmied the garter down my leg, making me blush bright red and sent it straight into Edward's face. Meanwhile I turned my back, flinging the bouquet high into the air, straight into Bella's unsuspecting hands.

Leah sent me a look that said 'thanks'. I nodded slightly, smiling a little before Carlisle swooped in for another dance.

"Your brother is getting to close to my sister." Carlisle grumbled, pulling me flush against his chest.

I glanced over my shoulder quickly to see that Marcel and Esme were dancing together once again. Esme, being my maid of honor, was wearing a light blue dress to match the bridesmaids, but hers had more flourish and jewels down the front. It was also make mostly of almost see through silk instead of light blue fabric. She looked stunning in it and Marcel wasn't the only man in attendance that couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Billy Black looked rather reluctant that he couldn't dance, before quickly turning his attention to something else every time he realized he was staring. But his eyes always seemed to drift back to Esme.

Personally, I though either Billy or Marcel could make Esme happy. But I also thought that with the complications, Billy would technically be better. She wouldn't have to explain to him about vampires and werewolves- he already knew.

The flipside would be if the Volturi found out about their relationship and whether they would make Billy be a vampire or not. I wondered if Billy would choose love over morals or if he would rather die. I also wondered if becoming a vampire would heal his legs and make him able to walk.

Marcel on the other hand was literally born to be a vampire. You had to be with the name 'Marcel'. In The Originals, the character with the name 'Marcel' was the head vampire and by the end of it, became a very powerful vampire. More powerful than the Mikelsons.

But then there was also the complication of actually telling Marcel about vampires and werewolves. Not to mention, once again, the idea of whether he would actually want to be a vampire and also the Volturi.

"Does it bother you?" I asked him slightly.

He looked down at me, his golden eyes penetrating, his smile warm. "No." He bent down to kiss me. "I say we should leave, don't you?" Carlisle chuckled, kissing me underneath my ear.

"Most certainly. Before Lord pops out and things escalate in front of the crowd." I teased. We were just going to sneak out of the reception, but Emmett, Jasper, Edward, and Alice stopped us, forcing us to walk out the front doors, running as they- and everyone else- threw rice. And unfortunately with both vampires and werewolves in the crowd, the handfuls were rather accurate.

"Remind me whenever they all get married to return the favor." I muttered as Carlisle and I slipped into the car and he sped out of the church parking lot. I took off my shoes, dumping the rice out the window.

Carlisle chuckled, sweeping one hand over my hair. Rice grains cascaded down and I sighed, shaking my head. "Vampires have excellent senses and all, but I'm telling you you're never going to get all the rice grains out."

"No, probably not." Carlisle laughed.

"So. Where are going?" I prompted. "I thought we weren't going to have a honeymoon?"

"It's not an official one." Carlisle agreed. "We're going to California."

"Very sunny." I said slowly. "Excellent excuse for us to stay inside all day."

Carlisle smirked, "Duly noted love."

I pulled out my phone, opening up Wattpad, and selecting a Harry Potter fanfiction to read.

"I'll leave you alone if you tell me the title of the book you're reading." Carlisle smirked, snaking one hand over to grab one of mine. It was hard to read with one hand, but I didn't mind as I loved holding his hand more.

I paused, knowing very well I couldn't just say it was a oneshot called Our Naughty Little girl between Severus x Remus x Y/N.

"Er. Midnight Tasting." I lied. "By um ."

"Never heard of it." Carlisle sounded intrigued and I tried not to burst into a fit of nervous giggles.

"Oh well, um, it's not like. . . a real story. It's called a fanfiction. Where people take other people's stories and they um. . . change them to fit better. Like um. . ." I wracked my brain to see if I could figure out a famous fandom that he knew. "Well I guess like the Vampire Diaries that we've been watching. Some people ship Stefan and Elena. Others ship Damon and Elena. So sometimes, they'll write stories that don't go with how the tv show went. Or other times, they'll invent a whole character and stick them in the book and change some of the events. And other times, they will write stories that make it sound like you're in the story. They use 'Y/N' which means 'your name.'"

"Huh." Carlisle said, speeding down the highway. "That's very interesting."

I flushed, "Yeah. My favorite are the mature ones. They're um. . . more detailed oriented."

I grinned because he had no idea what I was saying. I finished reading the oneshot, feeling thoroughly aroused before moving onto another story. Damn, not smut.

I hated being robbed.

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