Something In Between {Alec Volturi love story}

Wild {Part 1}

A/N: So, I chose that hot guy for Conner --> ;D No judging me -__-

Kinda short. Sorry. But you got two in one day peeps, so no complainers!! Or else >.> lol Hope you likes it! ;D

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 Pain.

The heat of the sun was coursing through my body like magnet fire, sticking and pulsing within me. Burning me. The agony was alive and red, tearing me up inside like a crazed animal. My fingertips clenched into fists until my knuckles were white and I broke skin. I didn't register that pain--or maybe I did, but it was nothing in comparison to the searing, liquid fire that threatened to break me and dissolve my very being. I knew it was spreading quickly, like a snake's venom, through my infected system and toward my rapid heart and my calculative brain, that was trying desperately to send messages of relief to my body. Nothing on the outside mattered anymore, like it should. Not the frantic voices or the touching hands or the black and white movement of maybe-familiar things. The only focus I had left, every cell of my body, was dialed in on the fiery pain. The neverending pain.

I writhed and screamed, but didn't hold myself together long enough to stop. What would be the point? To prove I could handle pain?

That would be ridiculous.

Memories and thoughts pounded through my mind, overwhelming me with a sense of being utterly human. My childhood, my heartaches and happiness and all of the things that made me Reagan O'Connor, rushing into me like a race horse out of the starting gate.

Russell lit up, a torch in my life. Always guiding me, always there. After my parents, my family, my friends, my boyfriends were gone, he was still there. Always a part of me, in every one of my memories. When we were kids and I scraped my knee for the first time, a bloody mess, he picked me up and washed off the wound until it was clean and stuck a medicated band-aid over it. When I was ten and needed a shot, he held my hand while I closed my eyes in fear. After our dad died, he told his friends and girlfriends they couldn't come over because he had to take care of his little sister. He had to take care of me.

The places I'd seen, the things I had done. When I got drunk for the first time and came home and Conner was there. I stripped and threw myself at him, but he laid me down on the couch and ruffled my hair. The times I'd kissed him, and the guilt I felt afterwards because he was Russell's best friend. When Conner showed up at our front door, ragged and disoriented, because his parents had abandoned him and left him to fend for himself.

The memories of my father, the way he laughed, the way he yelled, the way he ran his hands through his hair the exact same way Russell did. nd earlier, my mother. Her lips, shaped just like mine, curled up into a beautiful smirk, eyes glinting with mischief. Her death, her sickness, my father's grief. The responsibility shoved in Russell's face of a drunk dad and a baby sister. The day I met Conner and the day I was born. I was drowning in an ocean of memories and pain.

Something broke through the surface of the icey pool of agony I felt myself drowning in. A white-hot memory that was cold like the arctic wind. It shattered the blistering hot pain like a bullet through glass, taking me above the pain to breathe for a moment before plunging me back into agony. The pain distracted me, but I realized what had happened. It had been a second, just a moment, of relief. Of...nothing. No pain. No sensations at all.

I knew what it was, too.

Alec was anesthetizing me. Or trying, at least. It blotched; like I was being dunked underneath the pain and pulled out again. On and off, like a light switch. And then I heard his voice, crisp and cool like the winter.

"Reagan." Just my name. His voice was cloudy, foggy, like it was my imagination. But it was there. I felt his presence in my heart.

"Alec," I managed in response, then screamed again. "Make it stop!"

Another wave of relief crashed over me before I was drowning in agony all over again.

Alec didn't speak to em again. If he did, I couldn't hear it. The fire got worse, burnign me up and crippling me. Why wouldn't it stop?

I made out conversations I didn't understand.

"Carlisle, it's progressing fast. It shouldn't be happening so quickly--"

More of my screams, more hands pressing against my flaming skin.

"It's only been a day, and the venom is receding."

Receding. Going away. Fading? Yes, I could feel it. The venom wasn't in my limbs anymore, it was throbbing around my chest and closing in on my heart. I screamed as it burned hotter, hoping against all odds that Alec would answer. But he didn't.

And the relief didn't come again.

"Aro called."

I forced myself to listen when I heard the female voice say the familiar name.

"What did he want?" Carlisle's voice. His hands on my forehead. Checking for a fever?

"He says it's almost over. The wolves there are all but gone."

Oh, no. Conner. Conner, Conner, Conner. My best friend. Russell was there. Did they fight? Was anyone hurt? Was Conner dead? Was that a good thing.

I screamed again and again, lurching up as the pain ebbed to my heart, sealing it in a world of pain so excruciating it was almost pleasurable.

One more memory flashed in my mind before the pain stopped all together, bringing what I thought would never come.

Russell kissing Heidi, smiling with a light like a dying star while the sun glittered off his skin. Conner next to him in his swimming trunks, holding a small girl's hand while he daringly knocked back a shot of vodka. And Alec, holding me protectively with that ever-present smirk on his mouth like he knew something I didn't. His skin was warm and sparkling, like a diamond in moonlight.

No, this was not a memory. It was a vision.

I opened my eyes.