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About Time

“This is where I’ll leave you.” spoke his musical voice into the night air. He gave his creation one last hug before leaving her to embrace her new life. She watched as his tall shadow melted into the dark Italian sky. Finally, a story staring Marcus of the Volturi as the main (and happy) character! NOT OOC! FINAL CHAPTER UP! Warning: may contain spoilers for Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. Disclaimer: I'm not Stephanie Meyer and therefore don't own the books. I'm just an addicted fan who likes to play with her characters =D


16. The End!

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The door bell that Evangelina found so much enjoyment in shrilled. All of the guests had now arrived, and were standing in the great hall of the Volturi mansion. All except for Alice, who was putting the finishing touches into Eve’s appearance. “Just one more curl…and…perfect!” Eve looked into the full length mirror and smiled at what she saw. It was the perfect dress. Gold and beautiful, but with a spunky twist that was all her. It was cut up to her knees, and the torso was tightly wrapped. Her hair was bound on top of her head, and cascaded down in ringlets of all sizes. Alice had done a wonderful job at making her up. Even the goddess of love would envy her breath taking beauty. “Do you think Marcus will like it?” she asked, twirling around in front of the mirror; inspecting for anything that was out of place. “Honey, Marcus is going to have a hard time restraining himself from pouncing on you when he sees you!” This moment was ranking as one of the top tens in Alice’s long life. Not only had she been able to plan the perfect wedding for two of the most wonderful people she’d ever met, but she’d gotten to meet someone else who was just as enthusiastic as she. Caius’s mood was strangely chipper lately. The cause of this change was obviously the fact that he got to express himself for the first time in hundreds of years. A quiet knock at the door signaled that it was finally time. Alice gave Eve a peck on the cheek before racing out the back door to go and join all of the other guests. The wedding was taking place right in the center of town. At midnight, of course. Eve opened the door and took Aro’s arm. “You look wonderful, my daughter.” he whispered, leading the way to the front door. They stepped into a horse drawn carriage and started off to meet the rest of the group, who were already in place at the giant fountain. When they turned the corner and came into view, the crowd cheered. Marcus’s bright smile was easily visible in the dark Italian night. He stood proudly at the altar, dressed in a hand crafted tuxedo, colored deep blue and embroidered with gold thread. It contrasted beautifully with his pale skin, dark hair, and golden eyes. When they stepped out of the carriage, Edward began playing a chime-like piece from the romantic era. Time seemed to stop as Eve glided down the isle on Aro’s arm. Caius stood dutifully next to Marcus, with Carlisle standing at attention behind a podium. Jane walked a few paces in front of Eve, sprinkling flower petals on the ground. Even she seemed happy. While walking down the isle, Eve noticed the friendly faces of the whole Volturi Guard, along with Aro’s and Caius’s mates. On the other side, she saw the rest of the Cullens, sitting directly in front of the La Push pack. Marcus’s entire body was buzzing and alive as Eve stopped in front of him. Carlisle started reading aloud the terms of marriage, but all either of the lovers could hear was the steady rhythm of each other’s breaths. They both had simple vows: Forever. “Evangelina Volturi, do you take Marcus as your husband? To have and to hold forever. In sickness, as well as in health?” “I do.” Carlisle turned his attention to Marcus and repeated his lines. “Of course I do.” “Well then, in that case, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Eve tossed her bouquet behind her carelessly. Marcus dipped her low and kissed her softly, but with so much passion that – if she could – she would have fainted. A loud collection of hoots and hollers erupted from the audience (Emmett being the loudest voice). The celebration after the wedding was fantastic. Alice and Caius had wasted no time at all in making sure that this wedding was perfect. Now that she could think properly, Eve looked around in awe at all of the decorations. There were ice sculptures of hearts, swans, and angels surrounding the city fountain. Lights of all colors shown down on the ice, casting wavering images into the water. The whole square had been blocked off with streamer and lights. The isle itself was made of dark blue velvet, with woven golden borders. Arrangements of flowers sat atop of marble columns. Every guest’s chair was made of skillfully carved wood with plush velvet seats that matched the isle. Alice had even gone so far as to order a petite wedding cake with perfect ceramic models of Eve and Marcus on top. Unfortunately, the werewolves were the only ones able to truly enjoy it. Edward began playing the piano once more, signaling for the newlywed’s first dance. He played the song “When the Stars Go Blue” by Tim Mcgraw, while Jasper accompanied him by singing beautifully. “May I have this dance?” Marcus purred, offering his arm to his new wife. “You certainly may.” Eve giggled, taking his arm and allowing him to guide her through the crowd. They were half way through the song when Edward suddenly stopped playing, and Emmett appeared with a turn table. A familiar beat sounded through four hidden speakers around the fountain. All of the heads turned and looked at Emmett, who’d now been joined by Rosalie and Heidi. “Oh. My. God, Becky. Look at her butt!” Rosalie mocked in a valley girl accent. Emmett broke in after a while and began rapping to Baby Got Back. Marcus flushed and looked at Eve, who was kneeling over laughing. “Come on! Let’s dance!” She pulled him into the middle of the crowd and proceeded to shake and dance along side of him. After a few moments, he gave in and danced along with her. When the song ended, they had half the city peeking out their windows to see what was up. This was definitely a night that none of them – human or vampire – would ever forget. (Five months later) Jacob Black answered his ringing phone. “Hello?” “Hey Jake!” squealed Eve’s familiar voice. “Think you’re feeling up for, oh, I don’t know…a trip around the world?”