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icefrozendeadlyqueen · 1 year

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The Dove to the Vampire: Chapter 1

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Stacy McCain (oc).

Warning: panic attack, Swearing, Mates, Dysfunctionality.

Words count: 3255.

Summary: Rosalie believes through the centuries her forever was Emmett only to finds out Forks has other plans. Throughout her Vampire life she had no doubt about it. Stacy has lived her Reservation High School experience to the fullest knowing that despite having beta blood running through her very veins – there is no wolf in her very future. Starting new year in forks high of all places thanks to her sister.

A/N: Do note, I am sorry for taking so long but my first language isn’t English, so I had to make sure everything made perfect sense or something similar to it.

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One day, Stacy wakes up to the reality no sister in the room parallel to her anymore not her obnoxious singing to whatever plays in her Spotify playlist. Houston loved to recommend songs as soon as Stacy stepped out of her room saying how good they were and such it was our little play every single Monday. She would usually plead that would be the day you would see reason and see her songs taste was as she loved to say, “Impeccable”. Stacy softly whispers to herself.

Stacy clenches her hands on her sheets a breath she takes deeply wishing to cry her pain away from every corner in her body. Her body laid rigid letting the minutes go by the clock hoping in some deep corner in her brain that her mother is no longer at home.

She wouldn’t be that unlucky right? Not twice in a row? Stacy legs move over the bed as slow as she could possibly do; what she didn’t have in luck she had in professional sneaks if that’s even a word.

Stacy puts her palm down on the bed to move herself forward ever so slightly to the edge of the bed and steadily taking a breath only when extremely necessary.

Every time of every day in the past 4 years has Stacy train herself little by little. Maybe it’s wishful thinking that she could train herself to trick the wolves outside her home.

“I still believe this is a mistake.”

Stacy abruptly stops her feet from touching the cold floor this Saturday morning setting her presence known to her mother. The voice is recognizable as that Stacy blue eyes shift to the door. Her handle turns softly not to disturb her sleep a soft sigh escapes Lucy, “Don’t mom me, Houston. You want Stacy to go to Forks High? I have no jurisdiction there.” Lucy raises her voice takes a deep breath her heels tick on the hard wood floors. Stacy takes a deep breath a thought in her brain repeats so vividly she believes she spoke it.

‘Time it right’.

Stacy holds her breath once more her eyes shift from her reflection in her full body mirror by the door and the door itself. The only thing stopping her mom is the thought she is sleeping. Lucy lowers her tone after Houston seem to stop talking in the other end.

“You don’t see the problem here, do you? Stacy hates the Cullens. Forks High School has more Vampires than Humans at this point; you want to send Stacy over there? Human Stacy?”. Stacy rolls her eyes at her own mother for ignoring the fact she is a witch. Lucy laughs at something that Stacy could care less.

“A witch? Houston don’t feed Stacy dreams. She has no wolf let alone inheritance of your father”. Lucy spits vile toxic like the mention of my father offends her and I having any connection to him near her is toxic.

Stacy holds down the lump forming in her throat to revolt let her sharp words wound Lucy so deeply no amount of healing could fix her up.

“I am her mother, I am sure I would have notice if my daughter showed signs of being a witch, Houston”. Lucy stops midway more steps she takes. A sigh escapes her lips, “I have you know! I have Stacy watch 24/7 to keep her safe”.

Stacy has been dealing those fateful 4 years ago, she thought that would be the worst she had encounter, her mom unjustifiably punishing her own daughter for no reason.

The strings of her heart shatter every time no matter what no matter when no matter who says it, she just have to paint a perfect smile on her lips and play that everything is perfect. Hell. No, hell doesn’t compare to the realization that her family is no more. Her family is broken beyond believe and there is nothing she can do to stop that.

Over time, the necessity to breath disappears, tears don’t feel like tears anymore, there is nothing that could even come close to hearing her mom proudly deny Stacy origins.

Nothing compares to a 14th year old girl finding out that one of the strongest werewolf blood runs through her veins despite your wishes; you aren’t granted that gift given to all your previous predecessors that came before you. Something that everyone around you said you’ll surely get so much you believed them even though you showed no signs of such gift.

Once I reach the reservation, their smiles aren’t a comfortable blanket. They are welcoming, but I have no idea if it’s because of my past or fear of my mother’s wrath.

Their lips smile weakly like shattering glass at every point; however, their eyes falter around like searching for an escape goat. It’s always the same. Forks makes it a little better over there I don’t exist to anyone whatsoever. I am a ghost blending in the shadows of every corner, a renegade with a mission to cease to exist.

Another raspy breath this time not being as quiet as before her heart rings in her ears beating even more faster than before like air felt as a distance cousin not able to reach her lungs. Thoughts nonexistent.

Stacy tries to call for help, but no words escape her lips. Stacy eyes wander around to her full-length mirror then her cabinets, her hands shake not sure when they started to shake, Stacy glance down placing her other hand to hold onto it to make it stop. It couldn’t happen right now when you were trying to be as quiet as possible.

“This is not what’s best for her!”, Lucy keeps screaming to the phone as her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Stacy takes a weak breath trying her hardest to align herself pick up the pieces before her mom finds out she is awake.

It was futile.

Stacy takes deep breath after another breath louder than her previous attempt her lungs call her to give them at least any type of oxygen. She tries once more a set of coughs welcome her attempt. A knock on her door Stacy glances towards it. Stacy feels sweat drips from her forehead.

“Stacy? Are you okay?”. Lucy knocks again turning the handle to see if it’s open. Stacy tries to stand up only to crashed face first to the floor. Stacy hears in the background as Lucy’s feet contact the door, bringing the door down with enough force.

Stacy tries to breath for a new set of coughs to come forth that’s when Stacy finds herself getting picked up in warmth hands that feel like something she hasn’t had in a long time. Home. Blue eyes crash with her mother’s staring down at Stacy as she is picked up bridal style wasting no time to rush out of the room.

-x-

Stacy opens her mouth to say at least anything as Lucy feet reach the outside every werewolf around the house rushes to get in the cars; however, Lucy runs in the opposite direction of the town reaching her hand to move Stacy closer to her body to give her enough warmth trying to help.

“It’s okay Stacy. I know somebody”. Lucy whispers into Stacy ears as she rushes at a speed Stacy sees colors instead of houses or cars. Lucy stops frantically searching a breath she takes her ears pick onto her target, “Edward. Don’t think I didn’t saw you”. Carlisle softly speaks a chuckle between words.

Lucy moves forwards finding herself on the second floor of the Cullens household. Every Vampire and Werewolf around turned to their intruder in completely shock. Her brown eyes lock with golden eyes as she opens her hands holding a shaking and sweating Stacy, “My daughter is having a panic attack… please. I didn’t know who else to turn too”.

“How the fuck did you made it up here?”, A black hair and brown eyes boy stood up as if offended he didn’t realized Lucy enter the room. A smirk paints in her lips dying soon after at Stacy state. Carlisle speeds to Lucy picking Stacy from her arms, “Alice helped me. Esme get everyone else out”.

A pixie like woman speeds out and back into the room while a blonde one stood up her golden eyes stare at Stacy intently like the air escape her lungs the minute we got in here. Lucy raised an eyebrow at her then glances back at Stacy.

“I am not leaving her alone,” Lucy follows Carlisle pushing hair from her face. Stacy continues to shake uncontrollably. Her eyes drift around the room Lucy hopes is to not register where she is, Stacy would kill Lucy, Lucy knows Stacy dislike of the Cullens.

Stacy eyes land on Carlisle her heart rings on his ears he gives her a soft smile.

“My name is Carlisle. Everything is okay; Stacy nod your head if you can understand me”. Stacy nods her head twice.

Alice speed to Rosalie extending her hand up, “Emmett. Don’t”.

“That’s good. You are doing a wonderful job”, Carlisle smiles placing Stacy on the kitchen counter only letting her go when he was sure she was seating, “We are going to play a game”.

Lucy glances back at the blonde woman with a name. Rosalie gets her hands out of another vampire whose hands were guiding her out the room. Rosalie walks back into the room slowly her golden eyes staring at Stacy. She walks inching closer but stops a breath she takes in. Lucy glances back to Stacy eyes locking with this vampire.

“Lucy,” Carlisle checks places a hand on Stacy chest her heart has normalize.

“An Angel”. Stacy calls out.

“A Dove”. Rosalie calls back a smile forms on her lips.

Carlisle turns his head around extending one hand up to stop Rosalie. He calls out to her, but all Rosalie could see is Stacy. Lucy looks between her daughter and Rosalie eyes lock like the world around them disappear. A growl escapes her lips as realization hit her mind like a truck hitting her hard. Carlisle stares at Lucy ready to kill Rosalie then back at Stacy eyes entangle with Rosalie’s.

“Rosalie. Don’t attack,” Carlisle tries to stop an incident for forming. Lucy takes a step forward.

“I will never hurt her,” Rosalie blurts clear as water from her porcelain lips a smile plaster on her lips keeping her eyes interlock with Stacy. Rosalie speed past Carlisle; Lucy launches forward to rip the Vampire away from her daughter.

Carlisle brought Lucy into an embrace stopping her from moving forward. Both move around to Rosalie moving two fingers forward using them close enough to seem walk on Stacy palms, “It’s supposed to distract you, is it working?”. Rosalie inches closer to Stacy.

“Well…”. Stacy whispers gulping saliva keeping her eyes on Rosalie golden eyes a blush covering her cheeks.

“What was I supposed to forget?”. Stacy asks gulping once more a breath she takes pushing some hair off her face.

“It looks like nothing.” Rosalie whispers inching forward to Stacy. A growl in the background from Lucy not liking this outcome one bit.

“Take your hands away from my daughter!!”, Lucy growls screaming at the top of her lungs, Carlisle holds his arms around her form. His eyes move back to Rosalie playing with Stacy who shrinks at Lucy’s words.

Rosalie stops the smile on her lips died instantly catching how Stacy shrank in size. Stacy’s blue eyes drift from Rosalie’s golden ones to her mother; Stacy looks back at Rosalie in a bit of concern whispers, “It’s okay. I have dealt with worst”.

“No”. Stacy looks back up at Lucy like something inside her just click for the first time in 4 years. She feels slightly brighter like the sun finally broke through the dark clouds in her life allowing her to breath what life had to offer and finding Rosalie sure as hell was not it. Not one bit, but despite how bad it looks for a family gathering how karma and destiny are laughing at Stacy’s parents right now, aren’t they?

Stacy couldn’t help to break out in a fit of laughter at the whole thing. Her dad hates Vampires with a passion, and Lucy is a werewolf that has the set rule that vampires are literally the devil.

Everyone stares at Stacy as if she had grown two oversize heads or had a concussion. Carlisle clears his throat about to say something to clear the confusion; however, Stacy beats him to it clearing her throat.

“Mom. Let’s not start this conversation now.” Stacy pushes hair out of her eyes back behind her ears. Her eyes never leaving Rosalie that seem to have calm once more not the daggers she sends Lucy two seconds ago, “When we get back home you cry to me how bad this looks or whatever not like you have taken everything else already”.

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady”. Lucy eyes glow yellow like the verge of her humanity was question at this very moment in time. Carlisle turns in a flash stood in front of Lucy discussing with her without a word said his golden eyes keeping contact with her wolfish ones.

Rosalie closes her eyes taking a deep breath inching ever so closely to Stacy, her lips wide charming smile. Stacy looks at her like the world could have turn upside down and she wouldn’t have cared in the standing ovation that in reality without Stacy alternative motive Rosalie had made a vacation spot in her heart.

“Let’s leave them be for now”. Carlisle tries to stop Lucy growing discomfort racing thoughts in her little brain as her eyes dance from her daughter and Rosalie still though kind of alive light around Stacy. Carlisle brings Lucy’s eyes back to him like clockwork Lucy pushes past Carlisle trying to reach for Stacy.

It little, but it was enough. The intent alone Rosalie turn putting one arm over Stacy front the other to slap Lucy’s hand away just slightly as a way to say no, “I don’t think so”. Rosalie starts her golden eyes shine with the light in the room. A short but seemingly annoying smile paint on her lips less charming that her genuine one, Stacy thought. She ponders on how Rosalie genuine smile could light the room if she ever got to see it.

“Stacy expressed her mind just a second ago. Did you not heard her, or did you prefer not too?”. Rosalie asks not leaving much to Lucy to respond as she continues, “Are you the type of parent that does her way or the highway? If that’s the case let me make it heavenly clear to you. You can walk off and leave if so you wish, but Stacy isn’t leaving this house or my side or anywhere with you for that matter”.

Lucy growls shake the whole house and Stacy in it. Stacy glances up at Rosalie finding her nails ever slightly more interesting than Lucy who starts shaking at the apparent thought just clicking in her brain. Stacy stood frozen it has been a while 4 years to be exact since somebody had gone to step up for her like that to her own mother. The woman that in her mind couldn’t careless about well if she is a witch or not.

Rosalie looks up acknowledging Lucy glares.

“I am not a threat. I would never harm her”. Rosalie repeats the words she said not long ago. Stacy looks at her then her mother not sure why Rosalie keeps repeating that.

Stacy reaches out her hands to hold onto Rosalie’s cream sleeve blouse. The color did look good on her skin not much of a contrast for her pale skin; however, it looks good on her.

“It’s okay, angel”. Stacy blurts the nickname she believes fits perfect for Rosalie that really seems like the word if she stands still only needs to sprout out wings to fly off into the sunset, “Lucy will not harm me. She just wants to make sure I am okay after all I did just have a panic attack”. Stacy whispers each word softly taking breath in between them. Lucy glances down at her own flesh and blood, a nod she gave out to put truth to her daughter words.

Rosalie glances between them. Her danger level sky high willing to launch at the mom; however, she gulps anything she had inside her mind. She turns back to Stacy enjoy the idea of being next to her for however long they had, “Tell me, dove?”. Rosalie starts locking her golden eyes with Stacy. Her hands lock on the side of Stacy stomach pulling her up and down the counter with ease like Stacy weight absolutely nothing.

“Hey! I am heavy!”, Stacy protest that went unheard by Rosalie placing Stacy on the floor only letting go when Rosalie was sure Stacy could stand despite that Rosalie stood so close to her Lucy glares didn’t cease one bit.

“What’s your favorite color?”. Rosalie plays with golden locks from Stacy head waiting for the definitive answer.

“huh... Pink. Why?”. Stacy ponders confused of that question alone. She had though the first question a vampire had ask was something else entirely not her color preference.

“To get to know you better”. It was her response as she takes Stacy hands within hers leaving a soft kiss on them. Rosalie looks back at Lucy a glare of her own covering her golden eyes, “You need to get used to seeing me a lot more than now”.

“Rosalie. It’s time”. Alice clears her throat to the relief of Lucy hearing those words. Alice and Rosalie were out the room. Lucy grabs Stacy by the arm dragging her out the room with Carlisle behind trying to talk to Lucy who didn’t listen one bit. Stacy heard a couple of slipped words from them both speaking at a speed she had no idea her mom could even mutter words.

“This is the last tim-”. Lucy pushes the car door open dropping Stacy in it then shutting it. Carlisle appears in front of her soon after, “You know as well as I that separating them will set”.

Lucy opens the driver door then closes it again.

“My daughter is 17, Carlisle. 17. No. I am a mother first”. Lucy blurts out in shouts waving her hands in the air. Stacy rolls her car inside the car not sure what is going on but feels it has something to do with Rosalie. The anger that makes her feel she can pull up a cream blouse and not look like a total dead animal in it.

“We can figure this out just frequent visits”, Carlisle suggested his eyes fall to Stacy then back to Lucy whose thinks hard on such a decision. She looks to the trees then back at Carlisle, “Fine. Supervised visits. I will be present”.

“Of course”, Carlisle whispers gulping the lump in his throat. Lucy smiles satisfied at his answers opening the driver door to enter. Stacy asks what’s going on, but Lucy doesn’t answer what so ever. The werewolf around enters different cars driving after Lucy’s cars. Carlisle watching them leave down the streets a sigh escape his lips knowing this is another way karma is setting the wheels of destiny in motion.

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icefrozendeadlyqueen · 1 year

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The Dove for The Vampire: Prologue

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Stacy McCain (oc).

Warning: Fluff, Swearing, Mates, Broken.

Words count: 5101 (I am so sorry).

A/N: I couldn’t resist bringing up I find it full off fluff. I am so sorry in advance. I did added a lot in the past, and I am so sorry about that if it was to much please let me know. I will try for next time not too go overboard. The gif doesn’t belong to me! Thank you so much for stopping by. I will be writing the first chapter sometime over the weekend. I need to head to bed now

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Stacy laid her head back onto Rosalie’s lap watching the clock tick by without a set worry. Rosalie’s manicure hands run through Stacy blonde locks; a shoulder length cut a memory of a promise. Rosalie’s rest her back on the coach while holding Stacy’s head. The family left to hunt an hour ran past not a single word spoken from neither woman, Stacy rolls her lips into a smile followed by a sudden chuckle. December was rushing every bone in her body with that familiar ice-cold reminder of her humanity.

“Rosalie,” Stacy whispers under her breath which matters not vampires and their super hearing.

“Hmm?,” Rosalie answered. Her eyes close appreciating the sound of her mates beating heart music to her vampiric ears. A calming lullaby nothing not even heaven compares to it. Stacy peers up to Rosalie pale face despite the lack of color on her cheeks or the dark circles under her eyes it amplifies her beauty. Stacy loves Rosalie’s wavy blonde hair loving to run her hands through it, she is proud to have the bragging right of been the only person that can change Rosalie hair style without the following suit death glare. A beat then another breaks Rosalie from her calming lullaby as her mates’ heart beats become even more rapid than they were a second ago. Rosalie opens her eyes her eyebrows furrow scanning the room finding absolutely nothing in the room other than Stacy and her. Her ears did not catch a single soul in the house even though she was prepared to fight if she needed too everything to keep Stacy unharmed.

Rosalie glimpse down at Stacy baby blue eyes locking with her golden ones, Rosalie takes a deep breath even if she does not really need to do it. It’s an instinct at this point an automatic gesture her body makes unconditionally of being dead or alive. If emotions could be explain in words Rosalie couldn’t put hers into words just looking into Stacy eyes fixes everything to perfection, Rosalie traces her possibly cold fingers over Stacy warmth cheeks, a smile paints Rosalie cheeks waiting patiently for Stacy to speak her attention plaster on her mates waiting didn’t sound bad at all. Rosalie thanks her lucky star that allowed her to meet her mate; she believed for a long time that Emmett was her forever how wrong was she loving another that truly was not her to possessed.

“Do you think the world will ever find about your kind?”.

Rosalie eyes soften tracing Stacy’s face with one finger as she watches Stacy takes a deep breath, her head moves closer to the touch. Silence fills the room once more though their eyes lock themselves like a needly to a magnet with an unspoken understanding. An immersive ocean with the morning rays is the images filling Rosalie’s minds staring into such breath-taking eyes, “The Volturi will never allow for that to happen. Nonetheless, we have kept the secret of our existence to the minimum.” A smile painted itself onto Rosalie’s face changing the atmosphere as the room fills with both Stacy and Rosalie’s laughers a knowing look do they share knowing the Volturi would do anything to stop human from finding out they co-own earth as well.

“I would prefer to talk about how you safe my life”. Rosalie declares leaning back on the coach. Stacy abruptly seats up a chuckle escapes her lips. Rosalie leans on her hands keeping a close eye on her mates, “That’s not what I remember…” Stacy tries her best to explain herself as to what really happen that afternoon when their lives cross each other. Stacy pushes her short blonde hair behind her ears. Her eyes glance down at the coffee table in front of Rosalie’s legs seems way more interesting than Rosalie herself for some reason, “Remember Vampires have an excellent memory, my dove”. Rosalie whispers on Stacy’s ears, her breath tickles Stacy as her heart picks on speeds Stacy had no idea was even a possibility. Stacy looks to Rosalie golden eyes registering every little movement she makes not even the minimal it is; her legs shift or a shiver rans through her back. There is a possibility Rosalie saw that too.

“You never told me your side of the story.” Rosalie reminds Stacy.

“Well, it was new year’s…” Stacy softly whispers a sigh escapes her lips starting the long journey of the reason she got a mate and a checkmate something she really believe would not happen. Stacy would never forget the events prior to meeting Rosalie her lips move before her mind or heart could register as she finally tells Rosalie her side.

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“Happy New Year, Houston!!,” Stacy calls out into the empty room. She claps her hands a smile wears her lips staring directly at the laptop screen seating on the kitchen island. A warm smile wears her sisters clapping alongside her.

“Happy New Year, Stacy!!,” Houston quickly A warmth envelopes Stacy’s heart as her sister laughs. A person she knows will always have her back no matter what. Life may through rocks at Stacy, but she knows in her heart her sister will always have her back. A new year canvas to paint with new adventures if this year starts as empty as the last; there isn’t much she can say other than there is only one year until she moves away from forks, the one more year this brand new year is her 18th birthday in which she will finally be old enough to leave this forsaken depressive town with its history following wherever she goes. Fuck family lineage, fuck werewolves, fuck the fucking pack it has only ruin her family as small and broken as it is now.

Stacy inhales deeply the happy smile that wore her lips got turn into a tempted frown as tears fight to ran down her eyes.

“I am so tired of been here, Houston. Isn’t there a way for me to do my last year over where you and dad are?.” Stacy pleads one last time before she finally gives up. A couple of tears ran down her cheeks dropping on the kitchen island. Stacy moves the hem of her sweater to clean her tears away trying her best to stop herself but no matter her tears continue. “Werewolf treaty states that dad has no say in anything relating to taking you from the reservation grounds without a sign letter from mom. I hate that specific facts, and the rules we have to go through. I wish I could help you sis; however, I can’t really leave LA”. Houston resides the rules place upon them since they were children. Stacy glances up at the laptop seeing the gold bracelet tightly lock on her sisters left wrist it has odd symbols engraved on it.

“I am sorry… I forgot you are in prison because of me..”. Stacy places her hand on the laptop screen as Houston does the same pretending, they could touch palms. Houston shakes her head tears filled her eyes, “I would have done it again if I got the chance too..”. Houston stutter her words out tears ran down her cheeks as Stacy and her cry in union fresh tears running down Stacy’s face.

“We would have made it if it wasn’t for that Cullen child.” Houston blurts bitterly.

“It is a year. In my birthday, I will take a flight straight there then we will never be separate ever again”. Stacy proclaims a nod Houston sends her sister.

“Oh! I have news! I convince mom to transfer you to forks high. I heard some werewolves go to Forks High School, so I thought it would be better than the reservation with the fucking judgement,” Stacy eyes widely open at such happy news. Stacy uses the hem of her sweater to clean the tears from her face just to see her sister clearly, “Can the werewolves outside in the house can hear us?”. Houston shouts though she tried to whisper it failing miserably. Houston runs a hand through her brunette hair, her hazel eyes search Stacy baby blue ones. Stacy moves her head back laughing Houston did not find such reply amusing at all.

“I learn from the bed a simple spell to make the dumb werewolves not have a clue what we are saying. I am not making the same mistakes again”. Stacy swings her hand back flipping her hair as Houston laughs resonate in the kitchen. Stacy glimpses back at her sisters moving the laptop closer to her face, “Just a couple more months till your birthday then we will be together forever”. Houston whispers sweetly resisting the need to stare at the golden bracelet. Stacy stares directly at the object her. She glares at the evil object her father handmade to keep Houston stuck in the place keeping her from trying to disturb the treaty that separates families and mates all together.

“Houston?”, Stacy inhales deeply her hands sweat profoundly as her heart beats increases. There are some things Stacy knows she should not say or talk about, but there is a part of her that wants to know what her sister thinks or what she believes. Stacy loves Houston to death looks up to her sister that got away from the hell of this life living among humans with dad.

“Yeah, Stace?”.

Stacy rolls her eyes for a mere second forgetting the question she wanted to ask despite the nickname her sister tag along since she was 9 years old. Houston pulls her hands up running her fingers through her hair fixing her hair into a ponytail, she holds the hair tie with her lips waiting for Stacy to tell her what’s in her mind.

“Do you think mom and dad will ever find each other’s again? I mean, they are mates…” Stacy stops midway through her thoughts not knowing how to proceed the following truth of something that should be natural a werewolf other half is the heaven and earth of their existence. Houston pulls her hair in a long ponytail; she plays with her fingers looking away from the screen like a toxic wasteland a topic Stacy knows for a fact is simply impossible to bring up without confusion from both sisters.

“I am aware we promise never to bring it up again! I get it... I jus-“. Stacy stops herself once more looking anywhere else but the laptop screen.

“If it’s any consolation dad stares at our pictures every night, he just doesn’t say anything about mom’s decision,” Houston voice reaches the corners of Stacy’s brain when she remembers last week mom hush cries from her room as dad and her anniversary day passed like previous years same outcome since that day nothing has change.

“Mom stills cries in their anniversary. She just busies herself with pack work.” Stacy answers.

Houston nods a ding plays from Houston’s phone. Stacy watches her sister apologize looking at the notification a smile plasters her lips. Stacy raises an eyebrow curiosity creep through her bones wanting to know who this might be, “Is it dad?”.

“Huh.” Houston glances off, she blinks a couple of times before putting the phone down again. Houston looks around then brings the laptop closer to her face. It is like making sure dad is not around or in hearing distance. There is a twinkle of light Stacy has never seen before in her life, “Do you remember two years ago when I took a trip to Italy?”. Houston starts slowly taking a short breath between every word hushing her tone down a couple of times before continuing.

“How did dad let you go to Italy with the bracelet again?” Stacy interrupts Houston explanation short. A chuckle escapes Houston playfully glaring at Stacy. Stacy burst out laughing soon after loving these little moments, “If you must know there was an independent short film shooting in Italy, my agent notifies me of the potential exposure to my career. I ask dad.” Houston explains another ring from the background Stacy can only assume is her sister’s phone. Houston’ hazel eyes ran to stare at the phone but looking back at Stacy.

“Plead. Let us be honest, sis. Dad would NEVER let you go alone to Italy”. Stacy adds softly correcting Houston who nods slowly but continues her story. Stacy stands up from her seat and walks the short steps to the refrigerator taking a water bottle from inside closing the door behind her with her foot. Houston clears her throat as Stacy takes a sip from the bottle. She seats back down, “His only condition was that I keep him updated of my location, where abouts at all times from the film shooting then my hotel room and obviously he asks me to stay away from Volterra”.

“Volterra?” Stacy reaches over for her phone clicking a new tap to open after the external search for her history paper for Winter Break, fun not. If Houston had told Stacy earlier, she would not even need to do it, she isn’t going to the reservation high school anymore. She wastes good hours on that dumb paper, she would have preferred sleeping. Stacy types the place wondering what type of place would make her father just prohibited Houston from going. Stacy reads through the information about the city, “It’s beautiful! Tell me you went.” Stacy checks different places of the city taking every detail in.

“Stop! Let me tell you what happen!” Houston screams outload annoyed at her sister. Stacy raises her hands defensively nodding whispering a soft, “sorry. Proceed.”

“Okay. Thank you. Dad allows me to go not before tinkering with the bracelet to allowed me to be in Italy without excruciating pain. I told my agent, and I got sent the first script which dad read through it checking with my agent that I would not be anywhere near Volterra. Talita reassured dad that any changes; she will notify him of any substantial changes. It was a fair exchange and dad let Talita pick me up and we took a flight to Italy a week early than what was plan”. Houston takes a deep breath a chuckle escapes her lips giving the room over her computer a once over.

“Stop looking around and continue! It is not like dad will poof into the room or anything.” Stacy calls out inching closer to her laptop. Houston glances down at her sister giving the room a once over again, “The shooting went as one expected amazing. I found out my paper in the film changed completely with that the script changed too. I assume Talita told dad because she assured me, he knew. The script writer watches some of my perform videos and request that I do an Overture in the steps of Volterra specially the fountain that is closest to the castle there.” Houston takes another deep breath as Stacy mouth stood ajar at this latest information.

“Oh shit! Dad was convinced just like that. I need to know what type of voodoo shit your agent did because she is superman”. Stacy puts the water bottle on the counter, jumping from her seat shaking her body. Stacy takes deep breath alongside Houston then seats back down to listen to her sister story when it’s getting good, “I didn’t know about the details I just know when I blink, I was in the most magnificent dress I have seen in all my life like I belong to there. The piece I was to play was about a woman calling out for her lover. I had to sell that piece, and the director notified me I only have two chances to sing the song. Talita asks them not to show my face. I found that extremely weird as a woman calling for her husband, I had to show emotions; however, I didn’t ask her why the sudden change”.

Stacy leans forward on her seat catching Houston looking down at her phone then back at her sisters. Houston claps her hands together before she continues once more, “I was expecting to find an empty area. It was late at night, and I had just finished battling my nerves. Talita assured me there wouldn’t be anyone seeing my performance at such hour everyone is probably at the opera… how wrong we were”.

“There were people?”. Stacy asks softly locking eyes with her sisters. At this point completely devoted to her sister’s story. Stacy has forgotten what they were chatting prior to this.

“That is not the problem. Before I even started, we were approached by guards from the castle asking us that we were granted permission to perform in the Volterra’s Gardens. The director said yes without asking anything. I found that stupid because that was not in the script or the plan; however, he said it is a once in a lifetime chance or whatever. Talita came alongside me. I thought she had left, but we entered this magnificent castle. They took the crew and us through so many different passages so extremely confusing. Talita kept asking questions which only a very tall guard was answering her curiosities. He had short black hair, tall as a freaking house and every single one of them wore these ominous uniforms black and red with long capes. He kept staring at Talita too, so it was really creepy”. Houston stops abruptly. Her body shudders from a memory. Stacy raises an eyebrow, “and you didn’t say anything why?”.

“There was a high chance my big mouth would cause me to lose the role, so Talita told me not to worry. She assures me her karate training when she was 8 years old has never failed her. I have never laughed so hard in my entire life. We reach this open throne room not the gardens. There were 3 older gentleman seating at the back with two more guards in between them. The crew didn’t ask questions as the director asked Talita to ask the tall guy if they can perform here? Talita did as ask, and he introduced himself as Felix while Talita nodded excusing herself and going to help me prepare then she move away from the shot”. Houston takes a deep breath before continuing, “Continue. I need to know who is texting you.”

“I am going. Felix moves to Talita. She recorded my performance on her phone just a little bit, but she told me they didn’t notice her recording. A guy as gorgeous as everyone in the room or even more took a couple of steps towards me speaking to me. I look to Talita as she is my agent and translator. She said he loves my voice. I smile and say thank you. The guy on the left with long black hair too seating by the thrones at the back said a phrase. The 3 of them look towards Talita and Felix while then look at me and the guy and female standing by their thrones. Talita walks to me locking her hands in my arms. She looked petrified and did not told me what they were saying she just stare at me grabbing my left wrist taking the bracelet off without saying a word”. Houston stops glancing at Stacy waiting a bit. Stacy eyes wide open at such revelation.

“You can’t perform without the bracelet off! Dad prohibited that!.” Stacy opens her hands performing some type of unexplained language as Houston shook her head.

“To make the story short. I had look at Talita shaking my head at this because doing such a thing would signify, I break my oath to dad. I grasped the bracelet once more from her shaking hands. She started whipping, holding me to her. I look back to see Felix approaching us. While I look to my front two other guards approach us. Now we were the only ones in the room; I didn’t even notice where the crew disappeared too. The female walks up to us introducing herself and her brother as Jane and Alec. She reassured me we will be leaving the castle unharmed.” Houston stops scratching the back of her neck looking over at her sister. She puts a leg crossed over the other as Stacy raises an eyebrow, “excuse me, unharmed? What the flying fuck”

“At that very moment when her red blood eyes stare back at my hazel ones even if it’s impossible, they soften along her brothers. They guided us away Stacy. Their eyes, all 3 of them were blood red, and I got the most vomit infused feeling that I should have listen to dad because I understood why Talita was in whimpers. Which creatures Dad always warned us about, and he tells us to be careful of. He tells us to not go out at night, especially be home before the sun goes down”.

“Oh shit!” Stacy holds her head in disbelief staring at her sister trembling from the memory.

“I took courage from the deepest side of my stomach and straight up ask are you going to drain us. Jane and Felix stop moving staring at me while Alec shakes his head reaching for me saying a softly, we would never in perfect English this idiot made me believe he didn’t spoke English. Anyways they guide us to the outside. Talita held my hand rushing me away from them towards her rental car. She buckled me in before going to the driver’s side. She rushed us out of there. It was like the floor was lava.” Houston takes a breath glancing down at her phone then back at Stacy.

“Dad can never find out about this. He. Will. Set. Volterra. In. Fire.” Stacy softly replies, her mind stops looking over at her sister not sure what to say. Stacy stops then proceeds to open her lips once more, “Wait.. You left without exchanging phone numbers. How is he texting you?”

“After Talita internal shock and nervous breakdown. She realized we left our passports in our bags back at Volterra with our phones. Talita went back to get our stuff because without it we wouldn’t be able to leave the country. Talita took that chance to tell me Dad had no idea that we were ever in Volterra. She drove back to Volterra for our stuff telling me to call dad if she didn’t return to me”. Houston picks up her phone opening the message sending a text then looking up at Stacy raising an eyebrow at her sister.

“You do understand keeping a history with vampires usually leads to death, right? Dad was specific about that.” Stacy states out the obvious glancing out to her sister shaking her head. Her baby eyes wore disappointment for the first time ever.

“Did Talita return at least? How are you still doing anything without your agent?”. Stacy asks, crossing her arms over her chest. Stacy glares at her sister, “They kill Talita and you mingling with the enemy. Are you fucking serious?!” Stacy opens her hands widely shouting at the top of her lungs, not sure if her sister is faking stupidity or just a good actor. Hazel eyes shakes her head vividly opening her mouth to quickly respond, “No! Talita is fine! She lives in Volterra now. She comes every so often to help me. She is in charge to keep me safe trying to convince dad to take the bracelet off, so she can take me to Italy. Jane and Alec texted me wherever they can we had to teach them how to use a phone and a computer”.

“Sis... you stay connected with Vampires not 1 but 2. What exactly do you tell dad when they call? Do not tell me you say friends from Italy.” Stacy feels her heart shattered into a million pieces after the disappointment that her sister is mingling with what their father considers the worst kind of supernatural creatures. Dad really hates Vampires with a passion like merely saying he will prefer anything else even werewolves over vampires.

“You are probably right but look. Hear me out.” Houston tries to explain herself as she grabs her phone looking up something from it.

“You are going to defend leeches that can potentially suck your blood”. Stacy rolls her eyes not sure why is Houston defending Vampires now. Stacy phone dings, she reaches for it seeing a message from Houston a picture. Stacy sighs heavily unlocking her phone to catch a glimpse of a good-looking guy with dark brown hair and red eyes a smile on his lips next to a girl with younger features, but Stacy could really get behind how pretty she was blonde locks up on a bun red eyes too. The first picture Alec wore a smile while Jane wore a serious face; Stacy slides her fingers to the new set of pictures Alec lowers to Jane the pictures show them chatting then Jane poses once more next to her brother smiling this time, “She smile because the photo was going to be sent to you huh?”.

“I can only assume. They are unfamiliar with phones, so I got over fifty pictures.” Houston shrugs her shoulders a smile wore her lips glancing down at her phone. Stacy rolls her eyes, “Dad will go hunting red coats if something happens to you”. Stacy blurts, annoyed at how the conversation changes. She is happy for her sister to have found something nice. There is a tug on her heart that she does not like any part of this. Stacy glances at the clock on top of the refrigerator on her left, “It is 2:55 am. I need to close the call mom is almost home.” Stacy speaks loudly enough for Houston to hear her. Her fingers reach out to her laptops as she lowers the screen.

“Good night, Stace! I’ll add you to the chat!”. Houston excitedly calls back chuckling in the background like a high schooler on their next fix. Stacy stops blurting the first thing that she thought really not giving it much a thought, “Sure whatever floats your boat”.

Stacy closes the laptop picking it up under her arms grasping the water bottle rushing out the kitchen; her feet take a straight right turn up the steps just as the front door open slowly. Stacy hurries even quicker hoping she could reach her room before her mother decided that they needed to have a heart to heart; however, she wasn’t as lucky tonight as she thought.

“Stacy. Happy New Year, my treasure! How is Houston?”. Lucy calls out from the bottom of the stairs. Stacy stood on the middle of the stairs counting the 6 stairs left to be on the second floor far away from these meaningless conversations that lead to nothing in the end her mom will be long gone in the morning not even a good morning. It is a fable trying to expect some type of familiarity through her.

“Happy New Year, mom.” Stacy words felt like chalk in her lips not even something she wanted to say. Her throat was dryer than the Sahara, Stacy gulped whatever saliva she had but it absolutely made no difference. She takes a deep breath whispering the first thing that came to her mind, “You would know how she is doing if you had call; however, you don’t really care do you mom?”. Stacy resumes walking up the stairs.

“Stacy McCain!”. Lucy shouts

Stacy continues walking up the stairs not even caring that her mom would retaliate like if she would tempt that.

“I am sorry!” Lucy cries out. Stacy stops before taking the last step up the stairs to finally be free from this façade of faces and smiling without a necessity is not like her mother cared for her the pack came first.

“I am sorry for 4 years ago. I had to set an example of your sister… it was either that or her exile from the pack forever. She would not have been able to step in forks again. She kidnapped a member of the pack! I did not want to lose my daughter forever”. Lucy shouts, trying to get a reaction.

“I don’t have a wolf, Lucy. She was not kidnapping anyone at all. You were incapable to sustain your mate with you for long, and you won’t be able to keep holding onto me once I turn 18 years old. I will be leaving this dumb to be with dad and Houston”. Stacy informs her mother before continuing to walk turning right into the hallway in the back Lucy screams, “what? I have done everything to save you!”. Lucy runs up the stairs. Stacy closes her bedroom door locking it for good measures. Lucy stops at Stacy door knocking on it, “Stacy. Please, I beg you.”

“Go beg your mate mom. Oh wait. You cannot! You choose the pack take the fruits of your labor.” Stacy screams at the door at the top of her lungs. Tears threaten to paint her cheeks with their droplets from her already rosy cheeks. She falls back into her bed hugging the laptop to her chest.

Stacy has no idea how long she has been crying for. Her chest is heaved no crying seems to stop her chest from breaking into a million pieces. She can’t wait till she leaves this rotten place forever and never looks back. Forks has taken everything from her. This fucking pack has taken everything from her, and she is not going to give them anymore of her tears. It stops now. Stacy reaches up to her pillows pulling one down to lay her head on it. Her eyes felt heavier by the knocks on her door she welcomes sleep to a dream world where her family isn’t as broken anymore.

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