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[blairpfaff]

[sweet-villain]

Just Friends? ~2~ Joseph Quinn

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Tags : @randomstory56 @reidparker @parabatai-izzy @trishmarieofficial @skybridgerton @m-rae23 @kellysimagines @jajqtfjplgop-obsessed67

Summary : It's been some time since the break up, Joseph is a mess and you two. Friends become nosy but it's not until you see Joseph at your doorstep that you want to give him another chance

Author's Note : you guys! You're sending so much love for the first part that my heart is so happy. Love you!

It's been a week. A week without Joseph to hold you. To cuddle you. To call you sweetheart. To touch you. To kiss you. To tell you how much he loves you. Everything was silent. You haven't gotten a phone call from him. Why hasn't he reached out to you?

Then as you magically eyes your call phone on the counter, someone was calling you. Someone that wasn't Joseph. It was Jamie.

Jaime is a good friend of yours, you loved him and Joe's friendship. It made you laugh and smile.

" Hello?" you greeted him. He was silent on the other line but then he sighed as he spoke.

" What are you doing to the poor Joseph?" he asks. Oh.

" what?" Jamie groaned. You felt like he was pacing the room he was in and rubbing his temple. " I'm guessing Joseph spoke to you"

" The poor man is a mess Y/N, that man loves you with all his heart and you drop him because he called you a friend? Y/N he was looking out for you, he didn't want the media and his fans to get to you"

" They wouldn't. It hurts that he calls me that every time, it wasn't the first time Jamie. Don't play dumb, you remember the first time I met you?"

You felt like Jamie nodded therefore you continued, " if he loved me, he would talk to about it instead of plainly saying we're friends. We dated a year, a year Jamie. People know that you have a girlfriend, me? I am just a wind of air he need from time to time."

" Y/N, it's nothing like that. Call the poor man, see him for the love of god. You both are meant for each other"

" I can't, Jamie" He sighed.

" Are you doing okay?" he drops the Joseph conversation and focuses on you. " I'm fine" you mumble, looking down at your chip nail picking at it out habit.

" Are you lying to me?" he asks. " No"

" Call him" with that Jamie ends the phone call. You drop your phone back on the table, not bothering to see the notification that have been spamming you.

You were having a hard time sitting in your apartment, you had put Joseph's things in a box by the door but he never came for them. He wasn't ready to see you even if Jamie told you to call him.

You weren't. It's too soon.

Your phone rang again bringing you out of your thoughts.

It was Joe Keery calling you.

" Hello?" you picked up, greeting him.

" Y/N where have you been? Are you okay? I heard you and Joseph broke things off"

Who else did Joe told that you two ended things? Why was he telling all his friends that you two ended it?

" I've been here, taking my time to myself and thinking. I'm fine, Joe. Thank you and we did, it's for the best"

" Stop being stupid and call the man you love"

" No" Joe groaned

" Put your big girl pants on and fucking call your man. You two love each other. Call him Y/N. He needs you as much as you need him"

Joe was right about the last line. You needed Joseph, he was your light to your days and the reason for your smile.

" No Joe, I am not going to call him. I can't"

" Fine" Joe hangs up the phone. The phone kept ringing to the point you had to turn it off. It was everyone checking in to see how you were holding up but mainly all of them wanted you to get back with Joe and call him.

You slipped on your coat and shoes, grabbing what you needed as you headed outside. Maybe some fresh hair is what you needed. The streets were crowded as you made your way to your destination.

You stopped mid way as you remember a memory

" Joseph!" you squealed as he picked you over his shoulder, running on set. You had stole the last muffin that he wanted. He threw you over his shoulder as he ran around in his Eddie costume and his wig on too. Jamie was laughing as he watched, he was still in his Vecna costume drinking coffee.

He ran to his trailer and dropped you on his couch. He sat on top of you looking down at you with a pout.

" I didn't take your muffin, you goof" his eyes squinted as he eyed you. You only looked back at him, innocently in hoping he would forgive you or get off of you.

" Mhmm" he didn't believe you before bringing his hands up and tickling your side. You laughed throwing your head back, squirming underneath him.

" Joe..I can't..breathe!" He laughed along with you and it was the most beautiful sound you have ever heard.

He stopped to gaze down at you with his eyes full of love and happiness. You were his ball of sunshine.

" I love you, sweetheart" he says leaning down brushing his lips against yours.

" I love you too" he smiled sealing your lips with his as they danced

That's been the third time you came to set with Joseph, to see him act and be Eddie Munson. But he was just perfection in your eyes. You stepped into the cafe smelling the fresh coffee and eyeing the bagels on the display.

" Just what I needed" Joseph smiles to himself as he takes a drink of his cup of coffee leaning back into his chair, the other hand had a cigarette which he took a puff of before his eyes set on you.

" hello sunshine" he says. It was one of many of your nicknames he called you. " hey baby" he giggled, you don't always call him baby. It was always either love or hunny.

He eyed the bagel you had on your plate shaking his head.

" What?" he snickered as he sees you applying more cream cheese.

" You and your cream cheese" you shrugged.

" Hey! it's good, leave me alone" you pouted. He reached over the table to flick the pout but you grasped onto his finger in your mouth. His eyes got wide, you two were in public and people could see.

" Y/N!" He took is finger back, but his eyes held lust in them this time as he eyed. " We can play later" he says, " You are nothing but trouble"

" Oh you love me for it" He nods as he takes another puff of his cigarette.

You ordered a cup of coffee and your usual bagel.

" It's nice to see you Y/N, where is Joe?" Kathy, the owner frowns seeing that you were alone. She looked out the window in hopes to see Joe but frowns seeing she couldn't find him.

" We broke up" you tell her. " Oh I'm sorry dear, I hope you're okay" you nod grabbing the bag she gave you.

" I'm doing my best, thank you Kathy. Have good rest of your day"

But before you left the cafe, you stood in shock seeing his face. It looked like it was Joseph but it couldn't be. He was there. You blinked and he was gone. Was he really there?

You shook your head as you walked out, zipping your coat and taking drink of the warm coffee. You noticed a few kids running by looks like they were playing tag, there were three kids.

" How many kids do you want Y/N?" Joe asks you one night as you two cuddled in bed.

" Why?" you asked, turning to look at him. His hand cups your cheek, thumb running over the smoothness of your skin there.

" I'm just curious. Do you want to have kids?" you nod. He adds, " How many?"

"I already thought about this, I want at least three kids"

" Why three?" you shrugged but answered him anyways, " I just want to have my own little packs of sunshines"

He chuckles as you use his nickname he's given to you.

" Do you want them with me?"

" I want everything with you" he leans down capturing your lip with his.

Joseph and you talked about getting married too, you thought he was your soulmate, the person you grow old with and have kids with. It's what you wanted. It's what you wished for. You couldn't wait to be called his wife. But you were his friend. The way it rolled off your tongue made you shiver.

He hasn't called and everyone told you to call. Why should you? Yes you walked out on him but you could not be near him after be broke your heart way to many times calling you just a friend.

When you neared your apartment, you almost dropped your coffee at the sight who sat on your steps. He looked like he hasn't slept, he looked like he hasn't ate either.

" Joseph" the way his name rolled off your tongue caused Joseph to wince. He had missed you a lot, it was his fault you walked out the door without him chasing you, begging you to come back. He still loves you and wants you.

He turns his head at the sight of you and gasps. You didn't look okay either, your hair was messy in a loose pony tail, you had bags underneath your eyes, he noticed the small shirt underneath your jacket. Frowned at your choice of clothing.

" Y/N" he says, your name is so soft as he speaks it standing up to greet you with his hands in his pockets.

You walked to the door, fishing out your keys to open the door. Joseph reaches out to take your bag that holds your bagel and cup of coffee to help you out.

" Thank you" you nod to him taking your keys out and putting them into the lock to open the door. You step into the apartment followed by Jospeh who shuts the door with kick of his foot.

He walks into the your apartment. Gives him an off feeling like he isn't welcomed here. He takes notice of the box near the door.

" Yeah, I threw your stuff by the door. I didn't know what to do with it" he looks back at you and his eyes hold hurt and something else that you can't put your finger on.

It hurts you seeing him like this but you don't show it as you take the bag of bagel from him and the coffee setting them in the kitchen.

" I miss you.." he says. You take off your coat throwing it on the couch as you lean your back to it crossing your arms across your chest.

" Joseph" you start to say but he cuts you off.

" I need to speak" you nod, urging him to continue.

" I miss you so much Y/N, I can't sleep without thinking about you. It's not the same without you next to me. The space is cold and feels unwanted. I can't each much because when I do, I think of your favorite foods, I don't know what to do with myself. You make me happiest that I have ever been and when you walked out of my life, I felt empty. I don't like this feeling. I know calling you a friend was a mistake when you are the love of my life. You're the reason that makes every day worth it. I am so in love with you, I want you to be my wife one day and what we talked about having. I want you. I need you"

You want to run into his arms and forgive him, but you hold back staring at him. He waits for you to say something but he swallows the lump in his throat that he was holding as he nods, sniffing.

" I understand, I lost you and I'm an idiot" He turns to leave but you place a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

" It will take time for me to forgive you, but I need you to show me that this friend calling is no longer part of your language. Yes, we started off as friends, best friends even. But you hurt me, you made it look like you were embarrassed of me. Like, I was some freak."

" Sweetheart, oh no, no. You're not a freak, I love when you come with me to my interviews, to set, anywhere really. I love having you around. I just thought I was keeping you out of harms way from the media and fans. They can be nasty"

" I will be fine Joe, I can handle a couple of mean comments. I'm a big girl"

" I'm sorry" he say taking a step closer to you, testing the waters and reached out his hands to you. You sighed, grabbing his hands. He brings your hands to his lips kissing them.

" I love you, sweetheart"

" I love you too, Joe."

" I will do anything to make you happy" he takes out his phone and goes on his instagram. You are curious on what he is doing and your eyes go wide seeing what he was about to do.

He is going to post you on his instagram.

He looks through the pictures you two taken. He can't pick which one he likes. He lets you pick and when you do, he starts to write

" This woman is my rock, I am so grateful to have her by my side. I can't wait the day I get to marry her. She means more than I could explain, but I love her with all my heart. Mrs Future Quinn"

" Joe.." you had tears in your eyes as you read over his shoulder.He drops his phone on the couch as he cups your face in his hands.

" I mean it, I want to marry you"

" Now?" He shakes his head, " soon, sweetheart. Real soon."

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt pulling him into you crashing your lips against his.

You love this man so much

[blakbonnet]

hi lets show some love for our mutuals. tag your favorite mutuals and tell them why you love them

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@xoxoemynn my favourite writer in this fandom who's written one my most reread fics - there's so many - so creative and unhinged, creator of the horny clock boys, of cute fairy!ed and stede, and my beloved always thought of lighthouse boys, I'm always in awe of your talent, I'm screaming in your ear

@not-nervous-jester the most brilliant artist in this fandom and I'll die on this hill. Victim of my worst headcanons, receives regular angsty notes with their coffee, writes so well and so effortlessly?! Hello wtf how?

@snake-snack-stede I think there's no one funnier than you, I can't wait to see your unhinged takes once s2 hits

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And there's so many more but i can't name them all but I love you all very much ✌️😌

[monimolimnion]

hello my beloved!!! for the prompts: "Stede, mate... not that I think it's a bad idea, necessarily, but d'you mind telling me exactly _why_ Izzy is locked in the brig with two casks of rum and a seagull?" or, if you're feeling more aa inclined: "Maya Fey, you cannot seriously be proposing that my upstairs bathroom is haunted by a ghost." ty!!

i have been hoarding these last asks from the 5 sentence ask meme for a rainy day! and boy is it wet inside my brain of late. so here we go!

"Stede, mate," says Ed, coming up behind his co-captain with a bracing arm around his waist - habit, after everything that has happened, and something he can't bear to not do abovedeck even with peering eyes all around (who reminded him at regular intervals that it was 'gross' and 'like, totally grounds for a malpractice suit'. Sometimes he almost feels vindicated for the overboard thing. A little bit.)

"Yes, darling?" says Stede absently, without looking back but swaying into his touch, unconscious, even as he remains staring out over the side of the ship into the waves. He has that little pucker between his brows that means he's mulling something over, or troubled, in a way he's trying not to let fully consume him. Ed has a decent guess as to what that is, if not exactly why.

"Not that I think it's a bad idea, necessarily, but d'you mind telling me exactly why Izzy is locked in the brig with two casks of rum and a seagull?"

And there it is - the pucker deepens, worried, and yet dancing around the set of his mouth is the curl of mischief that he has hidden all this time under frippery, designed to drape over and mask it - but Ed knows better now.

"Why don't you ask him?" says Stede, a little archly.

"I did. He said to ask you. Then he fell back asleep." Not that he was really conscious to begin with...

Stede sighs, sobering. "He's adamant that Buttons be cast ashore. I wouldn't let him. Things... escalated."

"Buttons? I thought he liked Buttons."

He really had thought that. Despite a few screws being loose and rattling around audibly in there, he'd always got the impression Iz found Buttons the most capable at sailing by that far he was lonely. That he liked him the best, besides Lucius, maybe, but then that was love and hate and other things all in equal measure.

"So did I. But he got on the sauce at port, and started going on aboutwitchcraft. Said he'd hexed him."

"Well we know he does... Do that." Whether it actually works or not is another thing.

"Aye. Iz was admant Buttons'd made something not work properly... to be honest, he wasn't that coherent, so I'm not sure what it is."

Uh oh.

"I'm... sure he'll be fine."

Stede's mouth pulls sideways into carefully contained amusement. "Me, too. Regardless, apparently Buttons has stationed Olivia to watch over him until everything... resolves itself."

Ed tries his utmost not to burst into laughter that would absolutely spread intrigue like wildfire amongst this, the most gossipy crew on the seven seas.

"Wise," he manages to choke out, swaying closer to Stede and feeling his partner's ribcage tremble with the same effort that reverberates through his own; this, just one more of the most mundane of moments that nevertheless nestle like beach sand into every nook and cranny of his heart and body, everpresent.

He has no reason to want to wash them away anymore, either, so he lets this moment settle there like all the others; a pristine beach of memory, awash over past bedrock and open wide to the ocean spray of the future.

Never a dull day aboard the Revenge.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 43 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

'So what are we going to do?'

"Remember how I told you about that cabin I found in the woods?"

"You think we should go there?"

"Bullshit I am. I know it's not the same for me. The hate towards me isn't government sanctioned and it's not as bad but come on. I wasn't just incidental to what just happened. You have to see that was targeted."

Izzy pressed her eyes shut and turned her head away.

"I know. Just... you have your mum and maybe things will be okay for you."

"You're my only friend, Iz. I won't be okay if I don't have you. I'm ready to get away from all of this. Please don't leave me."

Izzy hesitated, then nodded.

"Okay. Pack clothes, food that'll keep, some bedding. Survival stuff, you know? I've got some things ready to go but anything you can bring will help. I'll meet you at the corner at two am."

"I'll be there," Kit said as the scene faded again.

Kit crouched next to a bush in the dark, a huge bag meant for travel packed full of stuff beside them.

They glanced at their watch.

It was twenty five minutes past two and then thirty seven and fifty two.

Finally another figure emerged from the darkness, a bag of their own on their back.

Izzy.

Kit got up and hugged her.

"I thought you'd gone without me."

"Sorry. Karl wouldn't go the fuck to bed. I tried calling you."

"I left my phone at home. Carrying something with a GPS tracker in it around with me for this one didn't seem like the best idea."

"Good point," Izzy said, pulling a black, rectangular item out of her pocket and tossing it into the bushes.

"Ready?" Kit nodded. "Let's go."

They walked down the street, the scene faded in and out and then they were standing in front of a tall, mesh fence topped with barbed wire.

Izzy swore as she crouched down behind a bush.

"They patched the hole I cut."

"Well, fuck," Kit said.

"It's fine. I bought the wire cutters."

"Do you think it'll be okay?" Kit asked as he knelt down to watch her work.

"Me going in here, I mean. It is fenced off because it's supposedly not safe for humans. The Fae don't want us there."

"Just stay close to me, okay? There are all sorts of crazy things the Fae have made in there but most of them can be reasoned with."

"And the rest of them?"

"The rest of them I'll fight. I'm very strong, you know."

"Oh, I know."

Izzy finished cutting the hole and climbed through and then Kit passed her the bags before following as well.

They put their bags on and started off into the woods.

Time skipped forward in leaps, measurable only by the rising and the setting of the sun.

They walked through thick woods, along a narrow ledge, boiled water from a stream to drink and slept cuddled up together under the stars.

At least a couple of days must have passed by the time they reached a small cabin nestled in the woods.

The next scene was of Kit outside in front of the cabin.

They packed dirt into an empty tin can, made a little hole and buried a seed in it before pouring a little water from a glass jar on top.

A featureless figure made of soft, blue light watched them work from the treeline but it wasn't until Kit was halfway through filling a second can with dirt that their head jerked up and they locked eyes on it.

Kit slowly put the can down, dusted their hands off on their jeans and took a couple of cautious steps towards the figure.

"Hello."

The figure didn't move, didn't respond.

"Are... are you the Fae?"

No response.

"I'm sorry if you don't like me being here but my best friend is a shifter. My only friend. She had to leave and what was I supposed to do? Just never see her again?"

The figure ducked back behind the tree it had been standing next to.

Kit made his way over to where it had been but when they looked behind the tree, there was nothing there.

In the next scene, Kit sat against the side of the cabin, painting a portrait of Izzy in panther form in a full rainbow of colours.

A row of cans sat along the windowsill behind him, seedlings sprouting in them.

They looked up to find the Fae watching them from the edge of the small clearing the cabin sat in.

"Hello again," Kit said. "Thank you for letting me stay here."

No response.

"I'll admit, I don't know much about the Fae. I tried to know things, read books and watched shows and stuff but the honest ones said we really don't know much and the dishonest ones made up a bunch of crap. But... you don't seem to want to hurt me, at least."

The figure didn't move.

"I haven't had to shave since I got here," Kit said. "I didn't bring a razor because I only had an electric one but so far it just... hasn't been an issue. If you had something to do with that... Thank you."

The scene faded.

Kit had made a garden bed and was transferring the seedlings from the cans into holes they'd dug for them.

Izzy lounged next to them in panther form, enjoying the sunshine.

Kit looked noticeably different, far closer to the Kit that Fanner knew.

Their features were softer, their shoulders not quite as broad.

The Fae strolled out of the woods, its gate halting and unnatural and stopped in front of them.

"Oh, hey," Kit said, beaming.

Even their voice sounded less deep.

Izzy's eyes remained fixed on the Fae as she got up and stretched but as usual, it didn't move.

"So." Kit stood up and held their arms out, looking down at themselves.

"Did... you do this? Last time Izzy shifted, she said she was sure it must have been you. I know you usually just make people into cool magical creatures but not having dysphoria is basically a superpower from my perspective. Thank you."

The Fae stayed absolutely still for a few more seconds and then it melted into the ground and disappeared.

The scene faded.

It was dark inside the cabin, the only light coming from the moon through the window.

Kit and Izzy in panther form lay together, snuggled up close on the bedding.

Izzy's head lifted, her ears twitching.

She nudged Kit with her nose.

They squirmed away, then jolted awake when Izzy gave their shoulder a gentle nip.

Kit rubbed a hand over their face as they sat up.

"What..."

Without warning, the door slammed open, a man blocking the doorway.

Izzy leapt at him but he was ready, a metal bat wrapped in barbed wire slamming into her side.

As Izzy struggled to get back to her feet, Kit stepped between her and the man as two more men pushed into the cabin.

"Please, don't. We just want to be left alone."

One of the men pulled out a large hunting knife as the scene faded.

[lovemalecforever]

Chapter 11

A Reunion to Cherish

Alec woke up to the sound of the television playing in the stillness of their home. He blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness. When he was back in his senses he realized that they fell asleep on the couch while watching the movie and his warlock was sound asleep making his chest as a pillow. A blanket was covering both of their torsos. He looked around and realized it was around midnight.

Reaching for the remote, he switched off the television then tried to move his warlock without disturbing his sleep but failed in doing so. He sighed then reached for his stele and activated his strength and flexibility runes, then carefully wrapped his warlock in his arms, picked him up, and went to their bedroom.

He placed him on the bed, then got on the bed and wrapped his arms around Magnus' waist tightly, cuddling as close as possible, feeling the warmth of their bodies which he knew will miss the next few days. With that in mind, he dozed off within minutes.

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Alec woke up with the feeling of the most gentle feathery touch around his temples, he bit the inside of his cheeks to suppress his smile knowing really well what his warlock's doing. Even though he knows it's wrong to let Magnus think he's sleeping whenever he plays with his hair, he always loves it whenever his warlock does that. But this time he wants to be a tease.

"Love doing that with my hair?" He said in a husky and sleepy voice, eyes still closed.

Alec slowly opened his eyes slowly only to find a deep red blush creeping on that beautiful makeup-ridden face. He smiled helplessly, that was the most beautiful sight he had ever woken up to.

Magnus quickly buried his face in the pillow, too embarrassed to say anything when he felt a tender touch and a gentle kiss around his neck.

"Morning, love," Alec said in a rough morning voice. When Magnus didn't respond, he tried again. "Don't feel embarrassed, Magnus. It's okay. And honestly, I liked it."

"How do you know?" Magnus asked, face still buried in the pillow.

"Know what?"

"That I'm feeling... embarrassed." He whispered.

A light smile crept on Alec's face as he stroked his soft black hair and whispered in his husband's ears, "It's written all over your face, Mags." Then kissed him on the nape of his neck.

Magnus raised his head from the pillow then looked at his husband who had pure love and reassurance filled in his eyes. "Not fair, Alexander." He pouted.

"Hello, there!" Alec smiled and locked their lips in a soft, gentle yet passionate kiss. They broke their kiss after some time and Alec wrapped his arms around his warlock tightly. Magnus was happy to oblige but confused as well.

"Don't you have to be at the institute?"

"Not today, as I have to leave for New York. Cat and Madzie will be here at 11 o'clock, we'll leave from here only."

"Oh!"

Alec looked at the clock only to find that it's just 8 in the morning. He looked at his husband whose face was now filled with longing and hurt. He sighed knowing that look really well. Scooting closer, he left a feather-light over his temple.

"Hey... I know what you're thinking. I can't force the thoughts out of your mind, but I can reassure you that I'm going to be completely fine. Please, don't worry about it, about me. I love you and you know that. I'm going to miss you." He said and gently pecked his lips.

Magnus gave him a light smile. He knew Alec had promised him that he wouldn't go on any hunts, but the feeling of losing him while he was away was building up strongly in his chest. He didn't know what this feeling was, couldn't put his hands on it, but it seemed like something bad is about to happen. But he didn't want to ruin the moment they were in.

"I know, I'll miss you too. Now, you go get freshen up while I start preparing breakfast." He was about to get up when Alec grabbed him and made him lay down on the bed again, snuggling close to him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Umm... Alexander, breakfast..."

"That can wait! We still have time, Mags. I want to spend time with you, cuddle with you as much as I can before leaving. So you're not getting out of this bed anytime soon. Now, come here!" Alec ordered and who was Magnus to say no to his shadowhunter. He simply nodded, snuggled closer, and buried his head in his husband's chest.

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It was around 10:30 in the morning, the husbands were in their kitchen preparing breakfast and Alec was all ready to leave for New York. Magnus prepared a pancake with caramel and chocolate syrup and hot chocolate with marshmallows dipped in it for his shadowhunter; one of Alec's favorite, and a simple pancake with chocolate syrup and hot coffee for himself. They were eating their breakfast when their doorbell rang. Magnus waved his hand to open the door.

Before either of them could greet their guests, a soft voice echoed their whole house.

"Maaagnus!! Aaallec!" Madzie ran towards their living room calling their names loudly again and again while Catarina was walking behind her smiling at the little ones' excitement.

Alec and Magnus walked out of their kitchen to greet the little package of excitement.

"Hey, sweet pea!" Magnus bent down to hug his favorite warlock then picked her in his arms.

"Maaagnus! I've missed you!" She said enthusiastically.

"I've missed you too, sweet pea!" He said and rubbed their nose softly, making her giggle.

Alec was standing there listening to their interaction with a wide smile as his husband had a look of genuine happiness after a long time.

"Aalleec!" She said while outstretching her hands towards Alec.

"Hey, my favorite sorceress!" He walked towards them and pecked her on the cheeks, making her giggle again.

"Aalec, you stay too please, we will all party and enjoy." She said in a sweet and pleading voice.

Alec looked over at Magnus and Catarina, then spoke softly. "I wish I could, sweet pea. Your Mom and I have some important work to complete and we'll party once I'm back. Okay?"

"Okay." She said in a sad voice.

"Hey sweet pea, don't get upset. We both will enjoy and party," Magnus said while swaying her in his arms, then whispered to her, "and your Mom won't be here to make complaints, neither Alec, we'll enjoy and party every day."

"I heard that Bane!" Catarina said sharply.

Magnus looked at her then to his husband who raised his eyebrows at him, clearly showing that he heard that too.

"I better not find this home covered with glitter when I'll be back, or I swear I'm gonna make you clean that without using your magic!" Alec said in an authoritative voice.

"Why are you both taking my class!? I don't break rules or make a mess!" Magnus protested.

Alec and Catarina exchanged a look then looked at Magnus making him gulp with nervousness, while someone was enjoying this a lot.

"Hey! Stop laughing sweet pea." Magnus put her down on the floor. "We've prepared your room, go and have a look at it, you know where your room is!" Madzie ran towards her temporary room leaving the three adults in the living room.

"Come on now, don't give me that looks both of you!"

Alec and Catarina sighed in unison.

"You better not spoil Mads behind my back, Bane!" Catarina said and hugged Magnus finally.

"Trust me, I won't! By the way, what's that?" He said, pointing towards a huge bag Catarina was carrying.

"Oh, That. Clave requested some ancient books. I don't know the reason though." She looked at Alec to take over.

Alec was confused at first but quickly understood that it was the book they will be needing for the ritual.

"Even I don't know, Jia's the only one who has information regarding this. She said she'll give the information at the time of the meeting itself." Alec said praying to the angels that Magnus will buy it and Thankfully, he did.

"Oh! All right. How long are you both gone, though?"

"2-3 days max," Alec answered.

"Alec, we should leave now. It's time." Catarina said knowing that the sooner they'll get this done, the better.

Alec nodded in response, then Catarina opened the portal for them. Alec gave Magnus a quick goodbye kiss, before stepping through the portal.

__________________________

The portal opened in front of the institute's gate, and they stepped out of it. Alec took in the scent of a familiar environment he was inhaling after a long time. It was only Izzy and Simon who knew about his visit to New York, for everyone else it's going to be a little surprise.

"I'll go to my apartment here and check more about it," she raised the book she was holding "and you go meet your family. Call me when this needs to be done while I finish my other business in the meantime."

Alec took a deep breath and nodded. "Thank you for your help, Cat. It means a lot."

Catarina gave him a warm smile and left. Now it's all on Alec. He took a few deep breaths then knocked on the door of the institute. He expected Izzy to open the door as she knew about his arrival but when the gate opened, the reaction of the other person was priceless and worth witnessing.

"ALEC! Wha... how... oh god!" Jace stuttered which was unlikely of him and hugged his Parabatai tightly, having a warm glow of happiness in his mismatched eyes.

"J... Jace! I can't breathe!" Alec tried to speak while trying to loosen the grip his Parabatai held him in. "J... Jace!"

"Sorry! Sorry! It's been a long time, bro!"

"I'm aware, now can I come in, or I'm not allowed anymore!?" He teased, earning a smack on the head from his Parabatai.

He glared at him then they walked into the Institute. As soon as they entered he heard a loud scream and shook his head.

"JACE HERONDALE! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU DISAPPEARED!?"

He exchanged a look with Jace as he entered the orbs' hall noticing the change in the place that happened over the years.

"Can you not shout at me and ruin my day, Izzy!" Jace said, slightly annoyed with his sister.

"Care to expla- ALEC!" She squealed and ran towards her brother, hugging him tightly.

"Did you forget that I'm coming, Miss Head of the Institute?"

"Well..."

Alec looked down at his sister, noticing mischief in her eyes, and he smacked her lightly on the back of her head. "Someone's that busy!?"

"Ow! Hey!"

He looked down at her while having a bright grin then kissed her on top of the head.

Jace was looking at them, mouth agape with a priceless expression on his face yet again.

"Izzy! You knew he was coming?"

The siblings broke their hug and looked at Jace.

"Yeah, I knew."

"Where are the others?" Alec interrupted, not wanting them to argue over something this small.

"Si is at his apartment, Clary is in the training room, Mom and Luke will be here in an hour, Max by evening, but Dad won't be able to come. I tried but he was busy. Catarina?"

He sighed. "At her apartment, running errands while I talk to you all. I hope dad can make it too."

Izzy gave him a reassuring smile while Jace listened to their conversation, a deep frown forming on his forehead.

"Okay, what is going on? Alec, why didn't your husband tagged along with you this time and why is everyone coming here!?"

Alec looked at his Parabatai then to his sister then to him again and sighed heavily before speaking. "Because there is something I want to talk about which needs all of your presence!"

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"If you weren't such an asshole, he wouldn't have to take up for me!" I bark at Nikki as he tipsily stumbles around, ranting at me about my "fucking friend not minding his own god damn business" nearly a week ago, as the guys and Doc just look on, not knowing what the hell either of us are talking about.

"I'm an asshole?! Like you don't get me riled up and then play victim?!" He throws at me.

"Like it takes very much to get your tweaked-out ass riled up!" I point at him.

"Bitch!" He sneers out.

"Fuck up!" I hiss back.

Duff wasn't even out of line with Nikki. He had kept calm and advised Nikki to cool down and then come back and talk to me instead of getting himself and me upset.

Nikki hadn't let on if he minded Duff's intervening to defend me, until a week later, because he was taking it as Duff trying to tell him how to be married to me as if he knew me better than Nikki did, which wasn't at all Duff's intention.

Compared to the number I've seen Duff do on guys during a fist fight, Nikki was lucky he didn't lay him out in the driveway. However, he would eventually know what it felt like to be punched in the face by Duff during the "Girls" tour.

Duff was good at keeping his cool until the people he cared about became involved, and if he had been drinking a lot--which, towards the early 90s, that was the case--his temper could surpass mine, and he worried less about legalities and just started decking people as hard as he could.

I knew he struggled with the band, they weren't as close, Steven had been replaced by Matt Sorum, Izzy got sober and began distancing himself to stay sober, and to top off the disconnect from each other, Axl had become God in his own mind, which caused the fans, the band, and the people around him to suffer.

Once I realized his drinking and drug use became so overzealous, our agreement which was arranged out of court, that each of us have two weeks with Monroe a piece, became an arrangement that I had sole custody but took Monroe to visit his father for a few days out of the month. Duff was struggling so badly to keep it together with his mental health, addiction, and ailing of his band, that he didn't really notice I had our son more than he did.

If he had been a baby and wouldn't remember his father throwing back Solo cup after Solo cup of vodka, putting cocaine in the end of his cigarette and smoking it, and not acting like himself, I would have just left Monroe in the care of Tansy (since she was fully sober then) and let him stay around for two weeks.

But he was four when Duff started speeding down hill, and he was picking up on when his dad wasn't talking right and when he was acting weird, everything he saw that no one knew he was paying attention to...then he'd come back to me and Nikki after visiting and tell us about everything he had absorbed like a sponge: uncle Izzy traveling separately from the band, Dad being really cold and shivering until he got some water, uncle Axl not singing until a lot of people went home...that's when I decided to cut back time spent with his father and accompany him through his visits.

At first I thought I would be fine staying the two weeks out of the month with Monroe, but Axl and I couldn't quit fighting a majority of the time (because he was a jackass) and I came to the conclusion that Duff had enough on his plate and didn't need me to add to it by trying to punch Axl every chance I got for two weeks straight. So I cut it back to about five days out the month while they were on tour. When they weren't touring and I didn't have to be around Axl, Monroe and I would stay with Duff for about a week and a half.

Being that Nikki was more conscious than Duff, he took up where Duff had left off in the fathering department from '92-'94. This isn't me bashing the dad of my first child, either. Duff is and always will be a phenomenal father, but he stumbled for a few years, leaving Nikki to become the father Duff was supposed to be until Duff got his shit together, like Duff became the man for me that Nikki was suppose to be until Nikki got his shit together.

"Um..." Vince says, causing the both of us to glare at him. "...Can we rehearse now?"

He, Tommy, Mick and Doc were all patiently waiting for Nikki and I to finish our quarrel.

"Yeah." I sigh out. "Have a good rehearsal. I'll be at Tansy's." I head to the door.

"I hope you crash." Nikki gets one last jab in.

"I hope you OD." I leave them with the slamming of the studio door and step to my car.

Of course I didn't actually want him to OD, I just wanted to hurt him. And I did.

By the time it was time for the U.S. tour of Theater of Pain, our hands were being pinned behind our backs, and Doc was giving us a "get along or there's no Vivian Sixx on the tour" promise.

Although we were in the middle of a small battle and wanted nothing more than for the other person to wave their white flag and beg for forgiveness, Nikki didn't want to imagine going months without seeing me, and I was scared if I wasn't on tour to keep an eye on him, he would take his issues too far.

So we made up for the sake of each other's sanity, but again, never discussed what exactly happened to make us fight to begin with, and just harbored resentment we didn't realize we were holding onto until we started taking it out on each other later on.

The tour starts in upstate New York, then to Connecticut, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and all went great...until Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

Nikki's coming to the side of the stage where me and his tech are standing, and I think he's reaching for some water while Tommy plays his drum solo, but before I can reach down and grab a bottle from the cooler behind me, Nikki's saying words I always dread hearing.

"Help me, dude." He tells his tech, starting to pull his arm out of his navy and white polka-dotted costume.

"What?" I ask Nikki, before my face pales, seeing him pull a needle out of his boot, and a spoon before handing the lump of tar to him. "You cannot be fucking serious?" I spout over the booming of Tommy's playing.

"Nobody out there can fucking see me, Viv, chill out." He tells me as a piece of tar is melted down with a lighter underneath the spoon.

The fact that it's so casual for him to do this in front of me, is startling.

"Nikki, this can't wait?" I try to reason with him as the spoon is discarded to the floor once the gold is sucked up through the needle.

The syringe is handed back to him, and Tommy's solo is nearly over.

I have to squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head as Nikki plunges the needle into his skin, throws up, then stumbles back on stage, nearly missing his cue.

When the drugs started to override his need for a great performance, I knew he was gone.

I get out of the shower, ringing my hair out and running my fingers through it, hearing the phone in the hotel room ring.

When I go to answer it, Nikki and Tommy are grabbing at it, shewing me away.

"Hello?" They both obnoxiously say and I roll my eyes.

The person on the other side of the phone says something.

"Oh, hey, Duff." Nikki smirks, glancing at me and I give him a "you better be fucking nice" look.

"Hey, Buddy." Tommy adds.

"Viv? Yeah, she's here." Nikki tells him and I step to them, reaching my hand out to grab the phone, thinking he's going to give it to me. "Well, she can't really talk right now with my dick down her throat."

My eyes bug out of my head as I tackle Nikki and yank the phone from him while he and Tommy laugh loudly.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hey, s-sorry to interrupt but I was just gonna call and check how it's been going." Duff replies.

"It's great." I assure him, leaving out the heavy drinking and drug binge Nikki and Tommy have been on.

"How's Nikki been? Is he still pissed at me?"

"No, no, he's been..." I think of what to say. Shooting heroin on stage? Coked out and shooting Jack Daniels with Tommy? "...great." I finally say, seeing Nikki and Tommy biting each others ankles like dogs.

"I'm sorry again if I overstepped, Viv. I didn't mean to, I just got a little pissed." He tells me.

"Duff, he's fine, I promise." I state, seeing Tommy and Nikki start wrestling, completely oblivious to my conversation. "It's fine. I'm use to his tantrums."

"I don't think that's healthy, Viv." He tells me calmly and I let out a breath.

"He's just stressed out, they all are. It'll get better once this tour is done."

"And what happens next tour?" He asks me.

Nikki's affair is outed on television, I try to kill him, your band comes on tour with them, and you get me knocked up...

"I'm hoping he'll be over this hellion phase by then." I admit, Tommy and Nikki each have handfuls of each other's hair, yanking on it, still not paying me any attention.

"Maybe it's not my place, but from outside looking in, I'm worried about you, Viv."

"I know, I know, but there's no need to." I reassure him.

He let's out a breath, knowing he can't win, and gives up for now.

"I feel like the fucking brick wall you argue with." He tells me and I smile, rubbing my lips together, before seeing Nikki and Tommy finish their play fighting, standing up, looking like they're about to leave.

"Hey, I gotta go but I'll call you when we get to the next city, alright?" I tell him.

"Oh, yeah, that sounds good." He replies. "Goodnight, love you."

"Love you, too." I reply before hanging up just as Nikki and Tommy sneak to the door. "Where do you two think you're going?" I ask and they freeze.

"Uh, well..." Tommy stutters to come up with an excuse, but Nikki just doesn't give a shit.

"Score some stuff." He tells me and I cross my arms over my towel.

"Nikki--"

"Tommy, can you give us a second?" Nikki says it like the answer can't be "no."

Tommy just raises his brows a little and nods.

"Sure, man, I'll be in my room when you're ready." He tells him, stepping out.

Nikki shuts the door behind him and I wait for him to start a fight, my brow raised, an expression of "can't wait to hear what audacious bullshit comes out of your mouth this time" is plastered all over my face when he turns around.

As far as I can tell, he hasn't snorted, shot up or smoked anything in the past hour and a half, which means I'm not facing the absolute devil that goes by the name "Sikki" and is Nikki's evil, drug loaded, irritable, mean, scary, abusive, demonic, sadistic, cruel, vindictive, disgusting alter-ego.

Nikki rolls his jaw a little with each step to me, but I don't cower back, waiting for him to say whatever it is he is going to say.

His hands bunch at my towel, pulling me against him.

He doesn't say a word, and I keep my arms crossed until he holds back the inkling of a smirk, leaning down to press a small kiss where my shoulder and neck meet.

I know what he's doing, because I do it to him all the time: using sex to get what he wants.

I bite my tongue to keep from moaning when we realizes I'm not budging and ups the anti, the tip of his tongue making slow, figure-eights in the same spot.

I feel like someone's knocked the back of my knees loose with a baseball bat, and I have to uncross my arms and hold tightly to him to keep from falling down.

He completely engulfs me in his arms at the sound of me letting out a whimper, my fingers grabbing at his hair, my legs rubbing themselves together to aid some relief.

His hands pull at my towel, discarding it to the floor, pressing his lips along my chest, over my breast, running his tongue around my nipple skillfully.

Hands run themselves between my legs while teeth carnally tug and bruise my skin, sending a wave of heat from my chest to my dripping core.

His mouth moves to my other nipple, but my real undoing is when his teeth trail down to the rib below my right breast, and bite down.

I gasp out, arching into him, my head tips back as he adds a bruise to the skin there that's already scarred with his teeth imprints collected over the years.

He smooths his tongue over the bite before trailing down my stomach, pressing to my pubic bone.

He pulls one of my legs over his shoulder as he gets on his knees, pressing gentle kisses down my inner thigh.

My chest is heaving with loss of breath as he looks me in the eyes and runs tongue from my entrance to my clit.

I dig my nails into his hands that hold steady at my waist as the slick sound and euphoric feeling of his tongue lacing back and forth and side to side against the sensitive nerve endings.

He pulls away for a moment, only to spit between my legs and suck it off my pussy, making my one standing leg go numb at the sensation.

Shallow pants leave my mouth as I start moving in rhythm with him, one of my hands reaching for his hair, pulling at it.

He takes one of his hands from me before rubbing it against my folds, getting his fingers wet, and sliding them into me.

The thick, fullness has my walls tightening around the two digits, eager to please myself as his tongue massages my clit, and my fingers come up to play with my own nipples.

"Nikki." I let out shakily, his fingers curling inside of me, pulling back out, pushing back in only to repeat. "Fuck, you do it so good." I praise hoarsely, one of my hands going back to his hair.

His tongue picks up it's pace, sending my heart rate into overdrive as his fingers keep up with the pace.

He knows exactly what he's doing, smirking up at me when his fingers hit the spot, my throat unable to contain the loud but curt moan that the people in the room next to us can probably hear as I milk his fingers as if they're his cock and my orgasm gets closer and closer.

He pulls his mouth away, licking his lips, before using the pad of his thumb from his other hand to rapidly rub at my swollen flesh.

I grip around his fingers so tightly it falters his ability to move them as well, and he lets out a little groan.

"I wish I could be three places at one time." He comments.

If he could be three places in me at one time I would be wrapped around him 24/7.

"C'mon, Viv, I'm getting really thirsty here." He says gruffly, that fucking smirk pulling at a corner of his mouth, as I throw my head back, letting out another loud moan, so close to my end I can taste it.

His hazel eyes looking up at me in adoration as I curl my toes and come so hard I see black dots.

He's taking his fingers out of me, grabbing at my ass with both hands, pulling me into him and licking every last drop of cum from me before I collapse on top of him, the both of us landing on the floor.

He let's out a laugh as I try to catch my breath, my chest pressed against his, my hands holding at his biceps.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, proudly, and I nod.

"I just need a minute..." I can barely get out in a rasp.

After about five minutes, I'm getting off of him and pulling myself onto the foot of the bed.

He stands up, too, stepping to my suitcase, tossing me one of his shirts he gave to me.

"Thank you." I say to him quietly and pull it on and when he pulls his jacket on, I know he's about to go out to get some more smack.

This terrifies me and tears come to my eyes.

"I'll be back in..." He stops talking, furrowing his brows, looking at me. "...Viv?"

I shake my head a little, waving him off.

"I'm fine, babe." I try to tell him.

"Vivian, why're crying." He asks me.

"I-I think I'm about to start my period." I lie, sniffling. "I'm just being over-emotional."

"Are you sure?"

I nod.

"I'll be back in a couple hours, alright?"

I nod again.

"Alright, I'll see you later." He tells me, wiping my tears with his thumb before pressing his lips to mine for a few seconds, and walking out the door.

When I envisioned my life when I was little, getting married at nineteen, having three miscarriages by the time I was twenty-one, having an addict husband, and spending a majority of my nights sleeping alone—which is one thing I absolutely hated to do—was not at all how I dreamt of my life being when I grew up.

But there I was.

Night after night.

City after city.

Alone.

In pain.

Broken.

Silent.

With not a single soul knowing about it.

It's been four hours and Nikki still isn't back.

Restless, I turn over to read the digital alarm clock.

4:02a.m.

Sighing out, I get out of the bed and go to my suitcase to grab a pair of panties and slip them on, before grabbing one of Nikki's shirts from his bag that smells like him.

I leave the hotel room and head next door to Vince's room, knocking on the door.

After several attempts, the door opens to reveal a very confused, half asleep, blonde girl that isn't Sharise—who's baby is due any day now.

"Hi." I say, hushly, pushing past her. "Did you guys do anything in the bed?" I ask her once I'm standing by the bed and she rubs her eyes, still in a haze.

She mumbles something that sounds like "the shower" and I hold out my room key to her.

"You can go sleep in my bed. Room 223." I say.

She doesn't ask questions, she just wants to go back to sleep.

Once she shuts the door, I'm patting around the mattress to avoid laying on Vince.

I slip in where she was, Vince's back to me.

I seperate his naked body from me by laying on top of the sheet, just letting the comforter guard me from the cool air from the vent, and actually snuggle closer to him, my forehead pressing against his back as I hold Nikki's shirt close to me like it's my sacred baby blanket, and drift off.

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Caius’s Mate

Chapter Eleven

A lump formed in my throat as I removed the pillow that covered my face. I stared up at the ceiling. "What do you mean we have to talk? What's wrong?"

"Izzy," he paused sitting on the bed. "There was a reason that your mom didn't answer."

"Please don't tell me," I whispered already knowing what he was going to say.

"I'm sorry I really am sorry," he grabbed my hand. "They killed her," he spoke lowly.

I closed my eyes. "Why? She was innocent. She was my mom. How could you  guys do that to her?" I spoke, inaudible.

"Izzy, I'm so sorry. If I could've stopped it I would have," he squeezed my hand.

I pulled it away. "Leave. Please," I whispered losing it. "I want to be alone," my voice shook.

"Would you like me to show you back to your room?"

I shook my head. "I'll go alone," I said standing up, not grabbing my walking stick. I got up and slowly headed back to my room. I tried to avoid everyone. Who knew what I would do if I ever found out who killed my mom. I got back to my room and locked it. I dropped to the floor, not even able to make it to my bed. I curled up into a ball by the door. Breaking down. "This is all my fault. I'm so sorry mom," I cried into my knees. "This is all my fault," I sobbed trying to breathe. I couldn't to anything. I couldn't stand. Nothing. My heart hurt. My chest hurt. Everything just hurts. How am I going to make it through this?

"Fuck you," I yelled grabbed the closest thing next to me, which happened to be Caius's phone that I kept and I chucked it as hard as I could against the wall. I don't care if anyone heard. I don't care if I get in trouble. I probably wouldn't even care if Aro killed me.

I lost control. Rage filling me. I stood up and screamed loudly grabbing the lamp and throwing it making it shatter.

There was a knock on the door. "Izzy? What are you doing?" Alec's room was right next to mine, he must of heard me.

"As if you even care!" I yelled.

"Let me in," he commanded.

"No," I replied.

"Izzy whats wrong?" he asked, worry in his voice.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I heard the door unlock. I sat against the door trying to keep it shut but he pushed it open.

He saw me and shut the door. A key in his hand. "Izzy talk to me? Whats wrong?"

"As if you don't know!" I yelled

He grabbed my wrists pulling me upright.

"Don't touch me!"

"Izzy you need to talk to me. Or Aro-"

"He will what? Whip me again? Kill me? Fucking let him," I glared not in the mood. "I dont give a shit about that bastard," My eyes cold.

"Izzy talk to me. What happened?"

"What you probably the one? Huh?" I glared trying to move away from him.

"What are you talking about?" he looked at me concerned. His hands still around my wrists.

"Oh you know," I pulled away hard.

"Know what?" he sighs.

"STOP PLAYING DUMB!"

He pulled me to his chest. "Cry all you want. Just don't scream," he rubbed my back.

I tried to push away from him. "Let me go Alec. Just... Let me go," My body trembled. I didn't trust anyone anymore.

"Izzy what happened?"

"She's gone," I cried. "She's gone," I whispered crying into his chest. "She's gone," I said over and  over again.

"Who's gone? Please talk to me Izzy. I can't help you if you don't let me."

"She's gone," I clung onto him tightly, not able go calm down.

He just held me. He cradled my head with one hand and rubbed my back with the other.

"Why did you do it?" I whispered, my voice broke. "Kill her," I croaked out.

"Killed who?"

"My mom. You killed her," I clung on tighter.

His arms got tighter around me. He kissed the top of my head. "Izzy I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"It's all my fault," I held on tighter.

"No. No it's not," he reassured me.

"Alec. Its my fault. It's all my fault. I called her when you guys were gone. Every morning I would call her until I was released. I told her where we were. If I never did that - she would still be here today. It's all my fault Alec," I cried into his chest.

"It's not your fault Izzy," he said.

"It is," I argued.

He sighs and brought me to the bed.

I felt so empty without her. I held onto that one hope that I may be able to see her again. But she's gone. She's dead. I don't know how I'll ever be the same.

He held me close to him.

"Please leave me alone Alec. I want to be alone," I whispered.

"That's not healthy," he sighs.

"I don't care. I need space," I told him.

He sighs. "If you need anything, let me know. Okay?"

I nodded and he let go if me.

I curled up on the bed crying into the pillow. There was so much pain. My heart ached. I knew what I had to do. 

I stood up wiping my tears heading out of the room. I made my way to the throne room. No one was there but Aro. It seemed like he was expecting me. 

"Good afternoon Izzy," he said to me. 

A glare was across my face. "Aro, we need to talk. Right now," I said. 

"What is the matter dear?" he asked, oddly cheery today. 

"I think you know," I said walking up to him. "You killed my mother. Why?" I asked harshly. He didn't reply as quick as I wanted him to. "ANSWER ME!!!" I screamed at him grabbing his arm. 

"Don't tell me what to do young lady!" he glared standing up. 

"TELL ME!!" I screamed. 

"Because your mother knew about us. She came here confronted me. And asked me where you were. She knew all about vampires so I had no choice but to kill her," he said simply.

"But she was a good person Aro!! She is a great person. She was innocent!" I yelled. 

"If someone didn't tell her about vampires she could very well be alive today. Now let me go or I will break your wrist," he said.  

"I'm not scared of you. Not anymore. You had NO right to kill her! I never told her ANYTHING about vampires so DO NOT blame me on this. I am already feeling enough guilt." 

"Darling. I am much stronger than you and I can certainly kill anyone I would like to. You're just a pathetic little human that is only food to us. If you weren't Caius's mate I would snap your neck right now," he said shaking his  head. "Now little girl, you're going to go back to your room and forget that this has ever happened," he said and started to walk away. 

"I'M NOT DONE TALKING. STOP AND LISTEN TO ME," I screamed going over to him grabbing his arm, yanking him around. "You are a horrible man and you deserved to be killed I don't care if your family was murdered by us humans," I glared. 

He turned around immediately. "What did you just say?" fury in his eyes. "Repeat that one more time Izzy," he threatened. 

"I don't give a rat's ass if they got killed  by us,"  I said slowly and carefully. 

His hand balled into a fist. Before I knew it I felt a hard hit in the face. I was knocked to the floor. My eye hurt and my nose began to bleed. 

I looked up at Aro fearing him. 

He picked me up by the shirt. "Don't you EVER... I mean EVER say something about my family again. Understand little girl? I will kill you right then in there. This is your first and ONLY warning," he said, his face close to mine. He then threw me twenty feet across the room. I smashed into the wall, hitting my head. I felt a strong sharp pain in the back of my head. I tried to open my eyes but I passed out. 

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I woke up, the lights were off. I have no idea how long I've been out. I felt something wet. I tried to push with my arms to sit myself up, but there was something trying to poke its way out of my arm. Oh my god my arm is broken. 

I immediately laid back down in the pool of my own blood. Tears falling, my head was pounding, my body hurt. 

"Help... someone help," I cried out weakly. My body shook from pain and fear. 

"Alec..." I tried to yell. 

I saw the door open and the lights turned on. 

Alec ran over to me kneeling down. 

"What happened? Izzy," he gently picked her up. 

"I... I don't know... I don't remember," I cried. "Alec it hurts," I whispered. 

"I know. I'm going to call 911 okay," he said taking out his phone. 

"Hello I have a 16 year old girl here and we need an ambulance now," he demanded. "She's bleeding from her head and her arm looks broken. I think she has a concussion," he paused. He gave the address to them. "Please hurry," he said and hung up. 

I looked up at Alec fearing for my life. "Am I going to die?" tears fell. 

"No, no," he said gently pulling my head on his lap. 

"It hurts," I whispered. 

I know. I know," he said touching my forehead. 

He called someone. "Come on Caius answer," he said. 

"W-Whos Caius?" 

"You're boyfriend," he said hanging up. He then put both hands on either side of my face, keeping my head still. "JANE!" he yelled.

 A blonde girl walked into the room. "Alec wh-" she saw me and ran over to my side as well. "Jane go open the doors. Show the paramedics to here. NOW Jane,"

By the time I opened my eyes the girl was gone. 

"Alec... I'm scared," I cried out. 

"I know Izzy. I'm not going to leave your side. I promise," he said. Tears in his eyes.  

"She's over here," the girl spoke. 

The paramedics rushed to my side. "What happened?" the man asked. There was another lady who knelt down by my side.  "What's your name sweetheart?" 

"I-Izzy," I spoke. 

"Okay Izzy I'm Amanda. We're going to get you to the hospital okay? Do you know where you are at?" 

I thought hard. "N-no," 

"Were going to move you onto the stretcher okay?" 

"Okay," I whispered. Very carefully the two placed me on the stretcher. They put a neck brace on me. 

Alec held my hand gently walking with the paramedics as they got me to the ambulance.

"Can I stay with her?" Alec asked. 

"Yes," Amanda said and got into the ambulance herself.  Alec got in. 

"I'm right here Izzy. I won't leave you," he said. 

I tried to nod. "Sweetie, keep your head still."

"I'm scared Alec," I tears fell down. 

"I know baby I know." 

The ambulance began to move and Alec pulled out his phone calling someone. 

"Caius!" He said. "She's being transported to the ER," he paused. I heard yelling on the other line of the phone. "I don't know what happened Caius. I found her on the floor in the throne room. I-I she's injured badly. I think she was beaten by one of us," he paused. "I have no idea who would've done this to her. Just meet me at the hospital," he said. "Bye," he said and hung up. 

He squeezed my hand, "Izzy Caius is going to meet you us at the hospital." 

I didn't reply. 

I felt a prick in my arm and IV was started.  "What's her blood type?" 

"O-" Alec spoke.

She nodded and grabbed a blood pack, hooking it up to the IV. "We're almost there hun. You're so strong," she said. 

I let out a cry when she moved my broken arm. 

"I have to stabilize it sweetie," she said and I felt pressure on my arm, which caused me more pain. 

I looked at Alec fear in my eyes. 

He squeezed my hand. 

"We're almost there," he said and kissed my forehead.