Lacuna ¹

52

"Bene."

The wind whistled and the sky cackled as though it was alive. The thunder sounded like whips in the sky, echoing out to warn those of the anger that mother nature was feeling. The lighting looking as though they were daggers stabbing and slicing those who it despised. The enemies that dared to disturb the beast.

"Bene!"

That beast...being Benedict Arthur Cullen.

"Benedict!"

Benedict's eyes immediately snapped to Amélie, who was sat in the passenger's side of the car. His eyes flickering over her as if searching for injuries or bruising. Amélie gently placed a hand to his forearm and began rubbing soft and calming circles over his smooth almost porcelain like skin.

"Calme mon amour, calme (Calm my love, calm)" Amélie spoke softly.

At the sound of his beloved voice, Benedict's inner beast began to rest. His hands loosened from the steering wheel - leaving large hand indents in the plastic wheel - and he grew less fridged in his seat yet he remain tense as he continued driving. He didn't trust his voice in that moment, his fear eating away at him, the fear of loosing her so soon after finding her. He could barley handle the thought alone.

Yet he couldn't, and wouldn't loose her.

Not now.

Not ever.

That was a promise.

It wasn't long before the couple made it to the large Cullen house. Benedict made quick work of parking his silver Volvo - that wasn't so silver anymore as it was covered in mud - before quickly ushering Amélie into the house. Keeping his eyes open and his ears pierced for any suspicious movement or sound in the large forest that surrounded them. They weren't the first to arrive, much to Benedict's thanks. The house was lit and bright proving to the couple people were home, along with the familiar scent of Carlisle and Esme.

The moment the two stepped in the door of the Cullen house, a set of arms wrapped around them. Amélie melted into the familiar embrace. The embrace of a mother. Esme's arms only wrapped tighter around Amélie once she felt the small girls bodyweight fall into her. Esme placed a soft kiss to Amélie's forehead.

"I hope we didn't scare you," Esme whispered softly.

Amélie softly shook her head and gently left Esme's embrace. "You would never, not one of you would."

Esme smiled softly and brought Amélie into her arms once more, like a mother would do with their daughter. The two men in the room could only look on fondly, as their beloveds bonded with one another, even in the worst possible times.

"How sweet."

Everyone in the room spun their heads to the sound of the familiar voice. When they spotted Laurent in the far corner of the room by the piano the room grew cold and tension started to brew. Carlisle and Benedict took quick action. Placing themselves in front of their beloveds as they growled viciously towards the stray male vampire. They made their way towards the male and yet Laurent was quick to throw his hands up in surrender. Carlisle and Benedict's growling stopped yet they kept their guard up around the rouge male.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything?" Laurent spoke with a cheeky grin. His behaviour did little to help the tension that almost palpatated in the room.

"What do you want?" Benedict snapped, his teeth bared like a rabid animal left to fend for themselves.

"I am hear to help you- warn you," He corrected. "About James. You must listen carefully. James has unparallel senses, they are lethal. I have never seen anything like them or him in my three hundred year existence. And the woman, Victoria. Do not underestimate her."