This is my first fanfiction- hope wewe enjoy it!


Seeing them together brought back memories I didn’t want to think about. I blinked as thoughts of my sweet Didyme rushed back into my mind. Edward, with one arm still curled protectively around the human girl, flashed his eyes over to my face. His expression,formerly cold, softened for a mgawanyiko, baidisha second, and then flitted back to Aro’s questioning face. Feelings that I’d blocked for centuries crowded my already overworked brain.

“Marcus,” she whispered softly, “you don’t have to leave.” My expression hardened.

“No” I growled “I have been unhappy with Aro’s methods for a long time.” She nodded gravely in agreement, she paused, her jet black vazi, pazia in her hand, eying the red embroidery.

“What about the people?” She asked, worry colouring her voice.

“What do mean what about the people?” I asked, confused,

“It’s Saint Marcus’s siku tomorrow; the people of Volterra will be disappointed if wewe suddenly disappear...?” I paused, so stupid of me to not think of the date, I’d been so caught up with Didyme...

“I’m roughly forty five in looks, I could die suddenly in my sleep... I do eat a lot of meat, I could get a moyo attac-“

“Shh.” She whispered, suddenly in front of me, one slim, elegant finger at my lips, “We’ll worry about that tomorrow.”I looked into her deep burgundy eyes; her honest upendo for me mirrored my own. I lifted her chin and began to kiss her softly. Suddenly the door swung open, and in slid a short dark figure in a ebony cloak.

“Aro will be very disappointed in wewe Marcus.” Jane alisema in her sickly sweet voice.

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