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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


5. Nightmares

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A gigantic brick red wolf emerged from the shadows, followed by two others, both slightly smaller. The largest wolf was limping.

“Jacob!” Bella gasped, but stood still. “What happened?” she whimpered.

Eve floated gracefully over to the wolf named Jacob’s side. “Aw, poor thing, he’s hurt.” she cooed, reaching forward to touch the wolf and find out what had caused it to break its leg. Jacob snarled and edged away from her. “What’s wrong?” she asked, confused.

What’s wrong is that you’re a filthy bloodsucker and you smell bad. The wolf thought.

Eve curiously sniffed herself, she thought she smelt nice. Everyone laughed at this, even the wolves let out barking laughter. “What?” she said innocently.

“Eve, please don’t get any closer to him. He’s a werewolf.” Marcus pleaded, grasping her arm and making an effort to pull her away. She wouldn’t budge.

“Bella, don’t you have the power to mask your sent?” She turned to Bella.

“So that’s my power! To tell you the truth, I never really knew, only suspected. Why do you ask?”

Eve’s eyes turned the metallic silver color again and she turned back to the wolves. “Better?”

Jacob grunted in response, relaxing just a bit. All of a sudden, the three wolves ran off into the forest. A few moments later, three tall young men dressed in sweats and cut off shorts appeared.

The tallest one walked right up to Eve and leaned over to sniff her. Eve, perplexed, stared at him as he compared her scent to the one on a blue piece of cloth. He looked at the other men and shook his head. Eve noticed that Marcus had come over to her during the exchange and wrapped his arm around her waist protectively.

“It’s not her, the scent doesn’t match.” spoke the tallest, apparently the leader, to the other two.

Eve reached out before he could protest and put her hand on the tallest one’s shoulder. A loud snarl sounded in the back of his throat and he snapped at her. The next second, he was being pinned to the floor by Marcus. She moved over to them and carefully removed Marcus from the boy she now knew as Jacob. “No need for that. I’m sorry if I upset you Jacob, I was only trying to make sense of the situation at hand.”

Jacob nodded and stood to brush himself off. “Someone please explain what’s going on. We’re not all psychic mind-readers you know.” Emmett stated sarcastically.

Jake turned to face the Cullens. “The three of us just picked up on a new scent. Whoever they were, they made sure to run all over La Push. We found this on the trail.” He held up the piece of checkered blue cloth. “Have any of you seen or heard anything suspicious?” The Cullens shook their heads.

Edward spoke up. “It seems odd that a single vampire should run all around La Push. Are you sure that it was only one?”

“That’s what we were wondering. The scent was pretty much the same the whole way through, but it almost seemed like there were a few scents.”

“What do you mean?” asked Carlisle.

“I mean, if it was more than one scent, they’re oddly close.”

Everyone took a moment to ponder this.

“I don’t think they meant any harm, I would have seen it if they did. Even if they were on werewolf territory, I can still see them as long as they aren’t directly involved with you guys.” Alice argued.

“Hmmm. Perhaps, but here, take a whiff of this just in case.” They passed the cloth around, allowing everyone to remember the scent on it. Marcus’s eyes went wide when he sniffed the evidence.

It was…odd. Familiar, yet different, like two scents mixed together. He shivered slightly, recognizing who the smell reminded him of. It smelt like mint, mixed in with strawberries. Not ripe, but bitter strawberries. He shook the memories from his head and passed on the cloth.

“Wait, I thought your leg was broken!” Eve said in astonishment.

Jake chuckled. “Werewolf thing.” With that, the three of them left.

Eve’s yawn broke the silence that had surrounded the clearing. Marcus laughed. “Let’s go, you need to get some rest.” he suggested.

She nodded, and accepted eagerly when he offered to carry her on his back. She fell asleep on the way home, exhausted from masking her smell the whole time and reading the wolves’ thoughts.

Marcus took her sleeping form up to the Cullen's guest room and thanked them all for letting them spend the night. He tucked her into bed and made himself comfortable sitting on a small couch across from her.

It was two in the morning when she surprised him by turning over in her sleep. From what he had heard from Felix, Evangelina never tossed or turned in her sleep. He stared at her, moving over to crouch next to the bed, but she didn’t move again for at least an hour.

Then she flung her arm out and clutched at his shirt. He jumped, startled. That was when she started talking. The words weren’t slurred and garbled like normal peoples’ words when they sleep. Eve spoke clearly and in full sentences, and Marcus had to double check to make sure she wasn’t pulling a prank on him.

“I’m worried Marcus. I don’t want to lose you. You’re everything to me. I won’t let them hurt you. I promise.” Her voice caught on the last word and her body trembled with sobs.

Marcus moved next to her on the bed and cradled her petite body in his arms. He stroked her pale hair until she calmed down and nuzzled into his chest in submission.

What did she mean “I don’t want to lose you”? What could possibly cause her to burst into tear-less sobs over him? Could it have been a dream? Impossible, he thought. Eve couldn’t dream, even if she could sleep.

He was silently amazed at how perfectly she fit into his arms. Like they were two pieces of the same puzzle, finally reunited to one another after the one had been lost somewhere in the sofa for so long. Or perhaps the other simply hadn’t been made yet. Whichever it was, he was glad that he’d found her at last. He would never let anything come between the two of them, he promised himself.

“I don’t think I would be able to live if I lose my Evangelina. My angel.” he murmured into her hair.

While he laid there with her in his arms that night, he could have sworn that he heard the beating of his dead heart.