CULLENS || TWLGHT OS 01

Alec | Part 2 of "Why don't you come in. We can talk"

By : fanfic-fanfic-everywhere

"You seem to be full of surprises"

Time had passed since your first conversation with Alec. You had returned to Voltaire with them, and come to love Italy with all of your unbeating heart. You had grown to know each of the guard more and more with each passing day, and had came to know them as family in a sense. Felix was the older cousin who pulled your hair during family reunions; while Demitri was the younger cousin that liked to kick your shins any chance he got. Chelsea and Afton were the aunt and uncle that you could gossip with about basically anything. Surprisingly, Jane had grown rather found of you, the two of you had a mutual respect for each other now and knew that when either of you needed each other, the other person would be there. It wasn't your typical friendship, but it was friendship none the less. The three kings became like grandfathers, whatever you asked, it was yours. They carried so much wisdom and knowledge with them that it absolutely blew your mind. You grew incredibly close with Caius to everyone's surprise. You understood how angry he felt about being the least special of his coven, however you fully believed that his anger was a power in itself. Alec, to your dismay, was a little tricker than the rest. You two had developed the same respect you had for Jane; you also had progressed as far as holding hands once during a movie night where Felix picked IT to watch. You hated clowns and by natural instinct grabbed his hand; he interlaced his fingers with yours and neither of you let go. Alec had shown small affection that had definitely left you wanting more. The occasional peach rose left in your room, the beautiful dresses that randomly appeared in your closet, and your favorite of all, a small garnet pendant on a delicate chain of gold that had been left on your dresser. All of these were beautiful and appreciated, however you longed to know Alec. This lead to your conversation with Chelsea at a small park on a rather gray day.

"Have you talked to him?" She had offered.

"I barely see him," you broke your gaze from the fountain you were sitting near. The area was beautiful, full of delicate flowers and twisted, green vines.

"Do you try to see him?" She turned to face you propping her arm on the back of the wood bench. Your face soured, you always believed that if someone wanted to be in your life that they would make an effort. Maybe Alec had the same philosophy.

"Uh huh," Chelsea smiled up at you, "I knew I was right, go talk to him."

So you did, you tried, but your mate was proving to be very difficult. Any conversation topic you brought up was either met with a short answer or a confused stare. You tried to think of more things that would be great starters for the two of you; you even asked Jane at one point. You read countless classics, listened to operas, and even at one point you started dressing more formal than you usually did in your jeans and tee. Nothing seemed to grab his attention for more than a couple of minutes and if you would have been human your hair would've been falling out from the stress of it all. The stress was beginning to be too much for even your immortal body, making you more irritable and mentally drained than ever. This was noticed by Afton and was quickly mentioned to Chelsea. They found you that day curled in the corner of your room dry sobbing, your chest was rising and falling unnecessarily and fast. Afton had wrapped his arms around you in an attempted to calm you down; his attempt left you with a crazy look in your eye and a broken dresser. The pair had fled the room and didn't return until hours later when your dry sobbing had ended. You had apologized to both for your behavior and you were met with nothing but understanding.

This morning you were itching for something to get your mind off Alec, and had asked Jane of all people to give you a tour of the castles library. It was breath taking, the dark cherry shelves held book older than than just about everyone except Aro himself, the room was spacious, but the most beautiful thing in the entire room was the stunning grand piano. It sat in a lowered part of the center of room and as you walked down the hardwood stairs your heels clapped as if anticipation. You stood in front of the stool and gingerly touched the white keys as if they may snap.

"You can play if you would like," a strong voice sounded from behind you. Your form snapped around to find just the person you'd been avoiding. You stared at him like a deer in headlights. He smirked knowing he had caught you off guard.

"Chelsea may have mentioned something to me about how you use to love to play with Edward," he offered a small smile, "I'd like to hear you play."

You turned and slowly took a seat in front of the beautiful master piece. Your fingers easily slid out the notes to Für Elise, something simple, but you knew it well. You felt your self slowly getting lost in what you were playing; this was the most relaxed you had been in months. When you had finished a smooth had trailed across your shoulder; you jumped at his touch and then again when he sat down next to you.

"That was beautiful to watch," he studied your face as you continued to to stare ahead.

You broke your gaze to study his face and drink in the longest you had ever gotten to stare at him, "thank you."

Your voice was small and barely filled the room but you knew he had heard you.

"I'm afraid I owe you an apology; Jane pointed out to me that I have been ignoring your attempts to get to know me. In fact she mentioned how she knew you better than I did and she was the one who first hated you. I feel as if I know you better than you know me since every time you try to talk to me you share a glimpse of yourself. I'd like to know all of you; if you would give me the chance," the sincerity in his eyes shook you to your core. He had been so distant, but he had been listening. You had shared with him your favorite books, music, stories, you basically had told him everything you thought he would want to know in an attempt to make conversation with him. Maybe he had been drinking you in as much as you had tried to drink him in.

"You seem to be full of surprises, Alec Volturi," you softly smiled at how vulnerable he looked in this very moment,"I love for you to know all of me, if you're willing to share all of you with me."

"Consider it a done deal," he softly smiled again.