Fire and Ice: The Volturi Queen (Aro/Marcus/Caius/OFC)

Chapter Four

Another chapter! Okay guys, this chapter is going to be the final one before we begin the chapters that centre around the events of twilight so the next chapter will have a time skip. In this chapter, I wanted to give you guys more of an idea of how close Persy and Tye are because their bond is very important throughout my story. Anyway, I won't say too much more except that I hope you enjoy and maybe leave me a review if you're not too busy.

P.s. We also get to see the Volturi in this chapter!

Much love,

Persephone.

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Persy gasped awake; her hands immediately flying to her neck and the back of her head. She winced as her fingers came into contact with the dried blood on the back of her head and the tender flesh of her neck where Alex's grip on her had momentarily tightened in his rage. Frantically, her eyes looked around only to relax at the sight of her bedroom. Her relief was only short lived when she realized one of the vampires had to have carried her back here which meant they could indeed get into her house.

Her heart rate increased at the thought, her pulse skyrocketing as she moved her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself. She didn't hear the front door opening but when her bedroom door flew open, Persy fell off the bed with a frightened scream. Hurried footsteps made their way around her room but all Persy could see was black eyes; dangerous eyes.

She scurried away from the newest occupant, tears streaming down her face and her breathing quick and uneven. Hands reached out to grab her shoulders and Persy screamed again; her mind unable to commute that these hands were soft and warm not hard and cold. She struggled against the grip on her, her small fists useless flinging out at her perceived attacker before his voice broke through the terrified haze of her mind.

"Persy! Baby, come on; you're okay. It's just me. You're okay."

Persy blinked owlishly, her gaze moving to her shoulders where dark hands gripped her firmly but gently. Her eyes trailed up to the owner of said hands and Persy fell into Tye's chest with a strangled cry. It had all been too much, she couldn't control the sense of utter panic she was experiencing at the thought of Alex or any of the Cullen's being able to get into her home. Her sanctuary had been compromised and Persy no longer felt safe. Would she ever feel safe?

"It's okay, baby," Tye murmured into her ear as he snaked one arm around her back and the other under her legs before he effortlessly lifted her. He moved them over to the bed, sitting down with her still cradled closely to him as she rested her head on his chest and listened to the frantic beat of his own heart. "I'm here," he kept whispering to her softly, carding his fingers through her hair before pausing as he came across the dried blood that had crusted parts of her hair.

He placed her on the bed before he stood. Persy reached out and clung to his hand, her eyes wide with terror as she looked at him, silently pleading for him not to leave her. Tye cupped her cheeks, the pad of his thumb gently rubbing the tears that still fell from her eyes. "I'll be right back, love," he told her softly, "I'm just going to run a bath so we can get you cleaned up."