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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

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

3. Chapter 3: Rain

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Chapter Three: Rain


The sun’s rays slanted down onto the road, bathing the Italian countryside in rich light. The sleek car with its dark, tinted windows sped along at an alarming pace…it was complete agony to keep the speed limit under one hundred. I stole a glance at Meg who was leaning her head against the window. Dark-bronze tendrils of hair flying haphazardly around her face…large, golden eyes alert. Her skin was pale, but more like a delicate porcelain…tinged with red. Appearances were deceiving, though. Beneath her siren-like beauty were dark undercurrents…a temper more deadly then Jane’s powers, and her willfulness.

As if she were reading my thoughts, Meg turned to look at me. “Yes?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly, averting my gaze.

The hint of a smile appeared on her red lips, an alluring gesture.

I could sense the excitement crackling off Meg’s skin, but it was hard for me to share it with her. I was saying goodbye to her, letting her slip through my fingers to a place where I couldn’t protect her. Ever since she arrived in Volterra, an angel among demons, I’d watched over her. And now, I could sense that something was amiss…events were being set in motion and I was powerless to stop them.


Ambrosi and I wove quickly through the myriad of people in the airport, ignoring the many stares directed our way. Ambrosi was dressed in his usual, dark uniform…covering most of his skin so it wouldn’t shine like a thousand diamonds. I clutched the forged passport in my hand, staring blankly at the name listed there. When I got to the gate, I turned around to look at him.

His eyes were flickering, set with some emotion I couldn’t read. Was it panic…?

“Goodbye, Ambrosi,” I said softly.

“Meg…” he began.

I waited for his angelic lips to form the words but they didn’t come. His eyes bore uncomfortably into mine, and it was as if we were locked in time.

“My flight…” I said, turning slightly to leave.

“Please don’t go,” he said abruptly, seizing my hand in his own.

I must’ve looked puzzled, for his voice gained urgency.

“Meg, if you go to America…something terrible will happen.”

I gave a small laugh, trying to suppress the emotions rising within me. “Like what, Ambrosi?”

He pulled me sharply away from the door, his grip tightening. “You cannot let the Volturi control you. They’ll crush you…crush your spirit like that of a candle. I won’t let that happen to you.”

“What would you have me do?” I hissed.

He looked around desperately, only then focusing his gaze on me. “Run away with me. We can hide from them, they would never find us. We can…”

“Stop!” I commanded sharply. “Ambrosi, you have no idea what you’re saying! You…”

Suddenly, his lips were on mine…bringing me into a kiss I could not deny. His hand traced the side of my face, my fingers knotting in his dark curls. Then I realized where I was…what I was doing.

“No!” I said sharply, breaking away from him.

My mind reeling, I grabbed my bag and took off at a run through the gate. My breathing came in short and ragged gasps, tears threatening to spill over. I didn’t look back, but swore that I could still hear his voice.

“Meg…” he whispered.

I quickened my pace and tried to forget the sensation left on my lips from his kiss…


Rain pounded onto my upturned face as I stepped out of the taxi. I closed my eyes and let the drops slide down my cheeks, creating a familiar and comforting sensation. I quickly paid the driver and surveyed the quiet, city street.

So this was Forks.

It seemed so insignificant compared to the grandeur of Volterra. A strange feeling hung in the air, though. One I couldn’t describe…a feeling of both security and warmth. I slowly made my way up the hotel steps, checking into a pre-arranged room. Once alone, I sank onto my bed, listening to the gentle pattering of the rain. I closed my eyes, but was only plagued by all my demons. Ambrosi’s face…Jane…Aro…The Volturi…

I stiffly got up and threw on a jacket. Sulking wouldn’t get me anywhere. I could do as I pleased now, no one could stop me. I walked back out to the streets, where the rain had slackened. My feet carried me towards what must be the high school, with its generic and inconspicuous buildings. I kept walking; head down, until I met a barrier of trees. The only constant things in this town were trees and rain.

Pushing the branches aside, I delicately stepped into the forest…the very trees seeming to hum with energy. I had no idea how long I walked. It could’ve been hours or minutes…time seemed to lose all meaning for me. Finally, I stopped and sank down with my back against a tree. I closed my eyes, settling into an almost meditative state. I’d come here for an escape…for answers. So far, this little town had offered me nothing.

Suddenly, my eyes flashed open…all senses on alert. I cast a glance around the endless sea of green…there was nothing. I settled back down into a tense wait, fingers dug into my palm. Then, a vicious snarl echoed around the woods and I was left staring into the eyes of a large, red wolf.


I ran effortlessly through the surrounding woods, delighting in the freedom. I had no need to “patrol” for anything, though. All the bloodsuckers in Forks had been gone for sixteen years…taking the one thing I ever cared about with them. Angrily, I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. Now was no time for all my demons to be unleashed.

Suddenly, my head swung around…every muscle in my body tense. Something was wrong…the smell wafting on the air wasn’t right. I veered off the path, lithely speeding through the underbrush. With a burst of strength, I jumped over a fallen tree and sprang into a clearing. With a snarl, my eyes locked with the golden ones of a girl, her face painfully familiar…Before I could consider it more, though, I realized.

The sickly sweet smell.

She was one of them.