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Sunrise

Summary:
It has been sixteen years since Meg Cullen was kidnapped by the Volturi. Sixteen years of Edward and Bella mourning their dead daughter...supposedly killed by the Pack. Then, Meg returns to Forks. Only then does the race for answers (and survival) begin... ~SEQUEL TO MY STORY "CHOICE"~EPILOGUE: BRILLIANCE IS UP!"BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS, SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES." ~MACBETH


Notes:
Here it is! The sequel to Choice! Hope you enjoy it! Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer. Except the characters of Meg and Ambrosi, though. As well as the lovable (but annoying) Dean Newton. They come from my own imagination. © Edward's Rose 2008


10. Chapter 10: Dance

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Chapter Ten: Dance

MEG’S POV

I walked quickly through the school parking lot, head down…in an attempt to be sneaky. Being raised by mythical creatures, a healthy dose of fear was something I needed in my life. Sadly, that dose didn’t come in the form of bloodthirsty vampires.

It came in the form of Dean Newton.

He’d been pestering me endlessly for the entire week…asking me about the dance. With all my worries, a trivial school dance was the last thing on my mind. Of course with the rest of my classmates, a supposedly trivial dance was the center of the universe. I put a hand on the chain-link fence, about to escape onto the sidewalk. Freedom was in my grasp!

“Isabella!”

Too late.

I remained rooted to the spot, feeling the sunlight leave my face…slipping behind a dark cloud. I heard his footfalls behind me, and all I could do was turn.

“Yes, Dean?” I asked through gritted teeth.

He didn’t catch on to my anger. “Please say you’re going to the dance.”

I caught a glimpse of a girl named Rachel behind Dean. She was glaring at me, arms crossed over her chest. The dislike radiating from her was obvious.

“I don’t think so, Dean. I told you…”

“Oh, that’s just terrible! It’s alright, Isabella. Not all of us can dance,” Rachel said, anger and mock-sincerity layered in her voice. “Come on, Dean,” she whined, pulling at his arm.

Dean still regarded me hopefully, ignoring Rachel completely. I regarded her warily for a moment, wanting to wipe that insipid smirk off her face. I was Meg Volturi, and some stupid, bitter, little girl was not going to think she’d won.

“Oh no, Rachel. I’ll be there,” I said sweetly.

Rachel’s eyes widened, blazing angrily. A grin lit up Dean’s face, and for a moment, I thought he was going to faint.

“That’s great!” he exclaimed.

I flashed him my most charming smile. “I’m so glad it worked out,” I purred. “I’ll see you tonight. Dean…Rachel.” With a slight toss of my head, I set off down the sidewalk…trying to repress my laughter. I stretched my arms luxuriously, walking briskly towards the hotel.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle echoed up and down the street…causing me to turn sharply. It wasn’t Jacob of course. Angrily, I continued on. I missed him…a lot. His presence had always been soothing…a kindred spirit. I refused to talk to him, though. If he had so little faith in me, why should I have faith in him?

I walked into the hotel lobby, giving the kind, elderly lady behind the desk a smile.

“Oh, Isabella!” she called out suddenly.

I turned at the stairs. “Yes, Mrs. Gregory?”

“Something peculiar happened today. I wanted to know if you knew anything about it, dear.”

“What happened?” I asked casually, taking a step towards her.

“Someone came in. Asking for a Meg.”

My blood ran cold...ice seeping through my veins like the plague. “Oh?” I asked mildly, trying to conceal my fear.

“Yes, he was quite persistent in saying that she was staying here. Of course, there isn’t one. Do you know of any Meg, dear?”

I shook my head vigorously. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Gregory. I don’t. But please tell me…what did he look like?”

To my relief, she didn’t press me about why I wanted to know. “Oh, I couldn’t see his face that well. Tall…it was strange; he was nearly covered in a long, black cloak.”

I managed a strained laugh. “Yes…very strange. Thank you.”

“Not at all, dear.”

I hurried up the staircase towards my room…slamming the door shut behind me. One of the Volturi was looking for me. And I prayed that my time wouldn’t be up sooner then I’d hoped.

****

I watched the red numbers on the alarm clock roll to 6:50. Taking a step towards the mirror, I twirled in front of it to inspect my reflection. I’d artfully loosened my hair, pulling a few strands back into a clip. Surprisingly enough, I’d packed one dress into my suitcase…just in case. Heidi had given it to me for my sixteenth birthday…causally dropping it by my room.

“A girl needs a pretty dress sometimes,” she’d said simply.

I’d never liked Heidi. With her blindingly colorful outfits…designed to lure all those innocents to the Volturi. I hadn’t refused it, though…knowing I’d probably never get a chance to wear it.

It was a simple black dress…covered in brilliant sequins. It was strapless, falling a little above the knee. Accompanying it were some black heels, which finished off the picture nicely. My gaze fell on the charm bracelet, which lay alone on the bedside table. Tenderly, I scooped it up…latching it around my wrist. It didn’t exactly fit in with the outfit, but I enjoyed the effect just the same. With a low sigh, I turned away from the mirror…only to become instantly tense.

Had that been a shadow streaking by my window…? I hurried towards it, peering below into the shrubbery. There was nothing. I swallowed my fear and grabbed a hand bag from the table.

Time to go.

****

Dante’s Inferno could not compare to this. I hated dances. I was never coming to one again. I’d rather brave the Volturi and Satan…whichever one came first. From the moment of my arrival, I hadn’t gotten a single moment’s peace. Boys, Dean at their head, had rushed over to me…begging for a dance, offering to get me a drink. Some of the friendlier girls had complimented my dress, asking me where I’d gotten it. And then there was Rachel. She’d been shooting glares at me the entire night, not that it bothered me particularly.

I’d loved dancing ever since I could remember, but not this way. Listening to the incessant warbling coming from the stereo…the bright, searing lights of the gym. Balloons covering every surface available, the vile chips and soft drinks. No, this was not what I’d been expecting.

And a voice in the back of my head, not my own, kept saying: "I hate dancing. I’m going to trip, fall and knock somebody out."

I smiled to myself, forgetting my own worries for a minute. I stood, fingering the bracelet as if for support. The song changed…it had a fast tempo, with a sad, melancholy tone. Everyone was beginning to pair up, and I decided to make my escape. Quickly, I slipped towards the back door…hoping to go unnoticed.

Suddenly, I felt an arm slip around my waist…pulling me back onto the dance floor. I planned to turn…angrily glare at whoever this was! Then, the arm gently swung me around and I was left staring into his golden eyes.

Ambrosi.

Shock drenched me in waves, a light fog seeming to roll over my eyelids. He didn’t smile or say a word, only took my hand in his own and began spinning me effortlessly. Faces rushed by…pale comparisons to the angel in front of me. I was vaguely aware of people staring, shocked, but I couldn’t be sure.

His dark eyes were impassive, but flickering with an emotion I could not read. I felt his hand on my waist, his cold touch burning worse then any fire. His dark curls were slightly ruffled, and a dark cap rested on top of his head.

I loved you with a fire red-now it’s turning blue…

He spun me around once, bringing me back until I was inches away from his face…

And you say-

Our eyes are locked, the liquid-fire of his golden ones making me want to melt…

“Sorry” like the angel heaven let me think was you…

I search his face for any sign of emotion, letting me know that he feels the same way…

But I’m afraid…it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late…

The song continued, and I drew a sharp intake of breath. I remembered how his lips felt on mine…the cool sensation, the fear, the anger. Ambrosi had always been there for me, protecting me from harm’s way. I wanted him to kiss me again…for him to help me, tell him everything. The wall I’d carefully constructed around myself over the years was broken…destroyed by the look in his eyes.

I was dimly aware of the song ending, of him gently pulling me outside the gym into a clearing. The night air crashed into my face, breathing life back behind my eyelids.

“Ambrosi…” I whispered.

His eyes looked at my face for a minute, then he dropped my hand…as if my touch were acid. “Meg,” he said quietly, turning away from me.

Like a thousand shards of glass, I could feel everything shattering. My delusions inside the gym…they hadn’t meant anything. I dug my fingernails into my palm, trying to conceal the hurt flaming inside my chest.

“What are you doing here?” I choked.

He didn’t turn. “A high school dance, Meg?”

“Yes,” I said warily, not sure of the tone in my voice.

“You’ve been dealing with separation well.”

“Ambrosi-” I began, rushing towards him.

He turned sharply, and I stopped in my tracks. “Have you remembered the pact?”

“Of course I do!” I snapped. “I still have two weeks left! You’re sounding like Alec.”

“Then, you’re still coming back to Volterra as planned?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

He noted my hesitation. “What could this town possibly hold for you, Meg?”

I thought about Jacob, and all the secrets I’d uncovered, but I didn’t answer.

Do not think of going back on your word. The Volturi are not especially…pleased with you. Goodbye, Meg.” He turned to go, his cloak rippling behind him in the slight breeze.

Who was this…? This was not the same Ambrosi I’d left in Italy. The one who’d kissed me…protected me…begged me to stay. Something was wrong.

“Wait!” I called, catching onto his arm.

He wouldn’t meet my gaze.

“Why are you doing this, Ambrosi? Please...”

“Stop it, Meg. I owe my allegiance to the Volturi…as do you. Love is something I owe nothing.” His voice was bleak…dead

With that, he wrenched away from me…blending into the shadows. I felt like all the breath had been knocked out of me…tearing away any form of happiness. My eyes welled with tears, stinging mercilessly. I felt one slide down my cheek, tainting all the dreams I’d ever had in my life.

With an angry cry, I kicked the bench…feeling the anger speed through my veins. My fingers began to quiver with electricity…the power surging through me like a storm.

I let myself go, realizing that my last vestige of sanity was gone.