Something In Between {Alec Volturi love story}

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A/N: Hey it's been a while. I'm really glad you all like how this is turning out, thanks for voting and letting me know. A special thanks to: JillNapier, teamvolturi, and emmyx13 for commenting so much! Also thanks to others who've commented on previous chapters. It really helps motivate me to write more:) Enjoy this chapter guys;D

Conner Wilson ;) Ain't he just cute??-->

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I was in a pool of blood.

My scream echoed off the walls, and after the first they just kept coming. Breathing didn't seem as important as screaming in that moment. Tears escaped my eyes, blurring my vision and causing me to choke on my sobs. I knelt down and reached out as if to touch the lifeless body, but I couldn't.

The girl in the torn blue dress was probably very pretty once. She had a strange color of golden hair and green eyes that were wide open, frozen like that. I reached out to the bloody, dishevelled corpse to close her eyes, a sob wrenching my body forward.

Before I could comprehend the claw marks covering her body, cold hands encircled me from behind. I screamed, struggling against the strong hands wrapping around me.

"Shh," A familiar voice whispered in my ear, "Shh, Reagan, shh. It's okay."

I stopped my screams and struggling, relaxing in the comfort of his arms. I couldn't stop crying, though. I looked up through tear-stained eyes to see words written across the mirror in a familiar, deep red liquid.

Forgive Me

"Whoever did this left an apology." Jane's velvet voice calmed my sobs, but I could hear her anger. What kind of sicko leaves an apology for murder written in blood?

"Jane, I need to get her out of here. I don't like the way she's staring at it." Alec said, and I felt something cold stroking my hair. I leaned into the hand, curling up against Alec. I felt myself being lifted, and tried to tear my eyes from the mirror.

I was brought back to my bedroom, and out another door. I forced myself to bury my face in Alec's chest as he carried me bridal style down the corridors. He swiveled around when we got to a set of double doors and backed into the room.

I immediately recognized the room and flinched at the memory. Why did he bring me here?

Alec set me down on the fountain ledge, brushing my hair back. As scared as I was to be in Alec's forbidden room, I did like it here. The dim lights were soothing, and the wall of windows was tinted dark, blocking out any sunlight. The plants created a comforting aroma and the sound of rushing water coming from the fountain had a calming effect on me.

My bloody hands were shaking, and I realized I was still sobbing. I didn't want to think about it. I wanted to think about how beautiful Alec was, and how ridiculous it was that he was wearing sweatpants, and how it made me blush when I thought it made him look better than his suit. But the images of the girl, lying frigid and dead on the bathroom floor, just kept popping up in my head.

"It's okay, Reagan. Look," Alec took my hands and dipped them in the crystal clear fountain water. The blood dispersed into the water, coloring it ruby. Alec continued to wash my hands, my arms, my face. The red in the water seemed to disappear before long.

 "It's like magic," I sniffed, staring with wonder at the transparent water, rippling as clean as ever.

 Alec chuckled, "There's a filter."

Well, there goes my dignity.

"Oh," Was all I could say. Alec leaned over and took my in his arms, brushing through my hair with his fingers. I didn't know why he was being so...so not Alec. "That feels good." I murmured.