It's been a year since Tatum and her family moved to Forks and the only way to celebrate it is with a whole bunch of unneeded drama. But then again, who doesn't like a little bit of drama?
An unknown stalker, reunited best friend, a loving nephew...
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It was their last day in Madrid. The pregnancy story had worked. Not only did Tatum have an excuse to go home safely, but she had also devised a plan to go shopping with Georgiana and Katalina in secret. They would meet up in Tacoma and then drive Tatum's car to Seattle.
Tatum had taken this day as her own because her dad and nephew had been too tired to do anything. Miguel was showing Tatum around, bringing her into little shops she might like and little hidden treasures that Miguel, himself, enjoyed.
As the day ended, she had thanked Miguel sincerely and gave him her phone number before saying goodbye for the last time. She walked herself back to the hotel before being pulled into a dark shadow again.
"Seriously, dude? This is the second time you've kidnapped me!" Tatum exclaims as the stranger lets her go. However, when she turns around, it isn't any of the Olympus coven members. "Why the hell are you here?"
"You never informed me of your coming of age, girasole."
He seemed annoyed but also amused, "You haven't been very present, Alec."
"I thought you'd be pleased," Alec says, looking around the room he had dragged them into. He had his hands folded in front of him as he paced. "With my absence, of course."
(a/n: tImO-tEe cHa-LaTtE-mEt can break me like a glowstick)
"What else would you be referring to?" she asks curiously. She folded her arms, annoyed by his kidnapping.
"The fact that there's one less vampire in your exotic life," Alec says, walking back over to her and using his hand to tilt her chin up. Tatum grabs his hand and pushes it off her.
"You aren't very gone anymore apparently," she huffs, heading to the door. But she stops when she realizes something. "Is the Volturi here?"
"Not yet, however, they will be soon. I've come to war-"
"-Warn me that they're coming on the 23rd. I know, I was told."
"He promised not to risk it," Alec mutters. Tatum rolls her eyes, pushing the door open and leaving. "Wait!"
She stops in her place, suddenly losing her sight. "Alec, give it back."
"How do you-"
"I know a lot of you," she grumbles, tired of him. "Now give it back."
He does as she wishes and she can see again. She turns to the vampire, waiting for him to say something. So he does, "Don't let the kid go too far. You need to keep him extra safe during all of this."
"Kid?" she blinked at him, not wanting to connect the dots. "You mean Avery?"
He nods.
"My nephew stays out of all this shit I put myself in."
And with that, she left the vampire for himself.
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December 21st
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Going through TSA sucked no matter where you were. Especially in a foreign country. Sure, they speak English too, but they still got very suspicious of teen girls and young toddlers together with an older man. After finding their gate and settling into their seats, Tatum's phone buzzed maniacally.
"Hello?" she asks, answering the call from the unknown number.
"Girasole," Alec whispers into the phone. "You are out of Spain yet?"
"We're waiting for our flight out," she whispers back. "Why are you calling?"
"To make sure you are not anyone's supper," Alec suppresses a chuckle. "I thought you'd be pleased."
(a/n: Timmy Chalamet can hit me with a truck and I would apologize)
"Pleased? I'll be pleased once this is all over."
"Unrealistic. There will always be problems, girasole." Tatum rolls her eyes at Alec's words.
"I can still wish," she huffs, waving her dad's strange looks off. "Don't be a butt."
"I've never been called that before," Alec hums, obviously doing something else on the otherwise of the phone. "I'd prefer 'handsome', 'sexy', or 'master'. If you're a good girl, maybe even 'daddy'."
Tatum nearly vomits as those words pass through her phone. "I'm hanging up, you're truly disgusting."
The last thing she hears before ending the call is Alec's laughter. She wouldn't admit it aloud, but she enjoyed hearing Alec laugh. Not as much as Jasper's though. God, she got butterflies when he laughed. Not the little chuckles, those made her smile too, but those hearty laughs.
Tatum sighs, grabbing her earbuds from her backpack again. She listens to music as she had done so before, but this time, she grabs a notebook and pencil. Instead of drawing, she just imagined. She imagined her life if she hadn't moved to America.
She probably would've taken up ballet like her grandmother had always wanted her to.
Tatum wouldn't know English fluently.
Her parents might still be together...or have separated earlier.
Her sister wouldn't have left.
Bailey wouldn't've had Avery.
Tatum wouldn't've known Georgiana.
Tatum wouldn't've known the Cullens.
She'd probably be graduated.
Bailey would have celebrated her 18th correctly.
Bailey would be here.
As Tatum's eyes danced along the paper, she imagined a small ballerina dancing across it. A small ballerina just doing her routine perfectly. Just like Tatum wished she could; if she had stayed in France. But she didn't.
Her life worked out just like she had never dreamt it to. Maybe that's why she enjoyed it so much.
