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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


7. Clubbin'

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When they got home, they were greeted by the rest of the Cullen family, who had just returned from their “hunting trip”. They had stopped at a few rest stops on the way home from Seattle and it was nine at night when they finally arrived at home.

“Guess what?!” Alice squealed. She didn’t wait for any of them to guess. “We’re all going to go clubbing!”

“Won’t that be fun?!” Eve added in.

Emmett obviously thought that it was a great idea and eagerly agreed to join them. Edward and Bella both grunted in an uninterested manor. Marcus instantly defended their not wanting to go.

“It won’t be any fun. Just annoyingly loud music and a bunch of sweaty college kids.” he mumbled, staring at the floor to avoid Eve’s pleading gaze. His attempts to ignore her were demolished when she approached him.

“Please? It’ll be a lot of fun.” she promised seductively, grinning slightly and biting her bottom lip. How could he resist her when she looked at him like that?

He groaned and turned his head away from her. He wasn’t giving in that easily. She apparently wasn’t going to give in either.

She closed the space between them and rested her head on his chest, limply placing her hands on his shoulders. “Just think about it?” she offered.

He let out a shaky sigh and tentatively put his around her. “Fine.” he agreed.

She rewarded him with a quick squeeze. Smiling triumphantly, she skipped out of the room to go get ready.

All the others had left already, probably in the middle of their “discussion”, to go get ready as well. Marcus pulled his new clothes out of the bag and zipped into the bathroom to change.

A minute later, Eve, Marcus, and the Cullens piled into Marcus’s car and Edward’s Vanquish. They stopped at a few different clubs, ultimately deciding to go to one called the Orange Peal.

The jumper was quite surprised to see them. All ten of the vampires were excruciatingly gorgeous compared to normal humans. Not to mention, they were all clothed in the latest and most expensive styles. Needless to say, he let them pass without a second thought.

The Orange Peal was known for playing everything from rap to classical music. Edward had brought along a case full of his best CDs, hopping that they’d take suggestions.

The song ended and a new song “Tipsy” came through the speakers. Edward and Bella were clearly not interested in dancing to that kind of music, along with Carlisle and Esme. Rosalie had gone off to tease the poor party goers, while Alice begged Jasper to give it a try.

Eve didn’t seem to care that she had no dance partner. She dipped and shook her way right into the middle of the dance floor. Every male in the room was watching her, praying that she’d come to dance next to them.

A low growl rumbled through Marcus’s throat when he saw a guy in his twenties start dancing right behind her, insisting that there was no room between their bodies. Marcus was about to go slap the guy’s head off of his shoulders when Emmett stepped in. The past two days, Emmett and Eve had formed a strong brotherly/sisterly bond.

Emmett gave the man a murderous stare and Eve smiled at him in thanks. The man left quickly, scared out of his mind by Emmett’s huge form, and went to go dance somewhere else. Eve pulled Emmett over and the two started dancing. They were dancing in a silly, care-free way, but they were still easily the best dancers in the whole club.

When the song finally ended, Edward made his way over to request a song. The DJ gave in and put his song on. The club was then filled with slow music and most of the people that had been dancing cleared off the dance floor to give the few couples room to dance.

Evangelina looked over at Marcus and beckoned him over. He smiled and made his way through the swaying couples.

“Care to dance?” He held a muscled arm out for her.

“How could I refuse?” She looped her arm through his and pulled him into a less populated corner of the club.

The soft classical music pulsated around them. Marcus placed a hand on her back, lacing his other through hers. Her remaining hand rested softly against his shoulder. They swayed and spun dreamily, club lights reflecting off of their intensely pale skin, magically, in all directions. Eve rested her cheek against his chest, breathing in his welcomingly peachy scent.

A few, last notes vibrated through the speakers, and then the song was over, ending too soon and too fast at the same time. Marcus and Eve both look up, dismayed that the song had ended already. Then he bent his head forward slowly, leaning into her parted lips. Eve’s breath caught and she tilted her head up expectantly.

A chilling gust of wind blew past them, causing them both to jump, startled. Marcus cleared his throat and his skin flushed just slightly. Someone with average eye sight would have missed it, but Eve recognized the light blush in his face. His arms dropped from around her and disappeared into his jean pockets. Looking at his feet, he mumbled something about ‘needing fresh air’ and sulked away embarrassed.

Eve instantly missed his strong, reassuring hold on her. Stupid wind, she thought. Letting out a sight, she turned toward the crowd and was about to go join everyone in the Electric Slide when a flash of blue and white caught her eye.

She turned to look at what it was, but nothing was there. It had probably just been the lights. Emmett waved her over and she eagerly went to join him, holding her breath as the smell of mints and winter fresh gum hit her full in the face.
What was it that humans found so appealing about the smell? She wondered.

Marcus walked outside. It felt good to get out of the hot, overcrowded club. He saw Carlisle and Esme talking quietly by the cars and went to join them.

“How much longer do we have to stay here?” he asked when they both looked at him.

Carlisle and Esme both laughed softly in union. “Not much longer, we’re just giving Alice a bit more time. One or two more songs and we’ll leave. Okay?” answered Carlisle.

Marcus nodded and went to wait in his car. Ten minutes later, the rest of the Cullens and Eve emerged from the club and started loading into the cars. Alice offered to drive and Marcus easily agreed and moved into the back seat with a tired Eve. Jasper occupied the passenger side and the rest piled into the Vanquish.

Eve gratefully settled her head onto Marcus’s broad shoulder. “Thanks for coming. I’m sorry that you didn’t have much fun.” she whispered against his neck. He shivered slightly and held her snuggly against him.

“It was worth it for that one dance.” he replied sweetly, his lips brushing against her feathery hair with every syllable. She hummed contently, almost purring, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. His pale features flushed once more as she buried her facing in his stone arms. Carlisle smiled at him in the rear-view mirror before backing out of the parking lot.

Her breathing settled into a steady pattern. When they pulled up to the mansion, Marcus carried her up to her room, tucking her in gently. He turned to leave, but thought better of it and planted a soft kiss on her snowy lips.

“Sleep well Eve. My heart is yours for you are my angel.” he whispered, just barely audible to his own ears. Sitting on the small couch in her room, he pulled out his phone and decided to call home, just to let them know how everything was going. Strangely, no one answered. He tried Aro’s personal phone. No answer. Caius’s cell phone was hardly ever charged, but he tried it anyway. To his great surprise, the battery was dead once again.

He regarded this lazily and decided to try again in the morning. Right now, all he wanted to do was relax and watch his angel rest peacefully.


Eve woke from her short nap to find Marcus sitting on the couch opposite the bed with a frustrated look on his face.

“What’s the matter?” she wondered, pulling him out of his trance.

“You’re awake already.” His voice was tender, just above a whisper.

She nodded her head once. “I didn’t really need the sleep. I just decided that I might as well take advantage of the quiet, uneventful car ride home.” she shrugged.

He grunted in response. Something was troubling him, she could tell. She crossed the room to sit next to him, tilting her head up in an attempt to meet his confused eyes. “What happened?”

Marcus was surprised that she could see through him so easily. “Nothing.” he mumbled. Eve shook with laughter, catching him off guard. “What’s so funny?”

Eve reigned in her laughter. “You just pulled off a perfect interpretation of Heidi when she’s being dramatic. It was kinda funny.” Her mouth tightened into a thin line, trying to hold back the laughter that bubbled throughout her.

He shook his head but couldn’t contain a small smile.

“How are they anyway? We haven’t talked to them since we got here. We should, just to check up.” she suggested. The smile on his face was once again replaced with a grim expression.

“I’ve tried already. Not of them will pick up. I left a message, telling them to call back immediately. That was four hours ago.” He bent over and rested his elbows on his knees

Eve rubbed his back soothingly. “I’m sure that everything’s okay.” she reassured.

Marcus smiled, leaning into her embrace. He hopped that she was right. “Eve, there’s something that I need to tell you.” He was ready, finally ready to tell her how he felt. To tell her how much he needed her.

“What is it?” she queried innocently.

“Eve, I think that I’m…” The shrill ring of the door bell cut him off. They both got up and crossed the room, opening the door to peer out.

“I’ll get it!” boomed Emmett.

Eve, sensing that something was up, raced down the stairs with Marcus on her heals.

Marcus gasped, staring at the figure at the door. A sharp, mint-like smell spread throughout the room.

“Hello Marcus. Long time no see.” spoke a harsh, masculine voice.