Leave Something To the Imagination

27 years earlier:

Graduation had just hit, and high school was done for Isabella and Edward (for now.) They were both engaged and to be married in a month. But what they didn't know was that they would not reach their wedding date, or at least not together or even alive.

In Italy, the heartless rulers of the vampire world had plotted against the Cullen family, conjuring up a plan to tear their loyal, large coven apart.

Usually, someone would think to turn each family member against each other, but that was not what the Volturi had planned on doing.

Deep inside the devious minds, they had plotted, and planned. They believed that it would be too difficult to even try to break the bonds between the tightly wound bunch of vampire. So they planned on taking them apart by force.

And for the Cullen coven, they did not know of such horrible plans, so clueless and unprepared for the silent attack of the vampire royalty. Even though Alice could see the future, the Volturi leader Aro, who Alice was watching, decided to let his brother Caius plan the attack, simply diverting her watchful eye.

The Volturi were in motion, and striking fast. Practically all the guards and wives came to assist in any way they could to break the close hold of the Olympic coven.

The Cullen family had all gathered at their so-called 'home'. Rosalie and Esme were looking through designer magazines, Alice was on the computer, Carlisle was working his shift at the hospital, soon to be home, Jasper and Emmett playing Xbox 360, and Bella and Edward in his room, on his bed, watching music videos on his 90 inch HD flatscreen, while chatting lightly about poems and writing songs.

The mood was light, everyone enjoying themselves as they waited for nightfall, and Carlisle to return home.

That night, Bella was to have a 'sleep over' with Alice, but they all knew it was a cover-up just for Charlie's sake. She would really be spending time with Edward.

Paramore's Decode played, and Bella giggled into Edward's chest as she chuckled at the irony of the song.

"This should be our song."Bella said, a smile plastered across her face.

"Well, then I officially make this our song."Edward chuckled, while Bella tightened her grip around his neck.

Bella was soon to fall asleep, completely happy that she was here, with Edward, in his arms.

While she slept, Edward thought of how lucky he was to find her, after so many years of being alone. He could finally be happy.

He stroked her hair as he thought of this, and tried to lock the scene into his vault of memories in his mind, so not to forget this moment, even though he would have no trouble remembering it in the future.

The television soon started to blare out rock songs, and he turned it down, so it wouldn't wake the peacefully sleeping Bella.

About an hour past and Carlisle had arrived home, and was greeted by Emmett, who thought it was funny to throw a water balloon at him. Esme scolded him, and he sulked back into the kitchen to get the mop and clean up the mess.

Edward could hear all of this, of course, because of the fact that he and his family were not human.

Carlisle ascended up the stairs, and passed by Edward's room, greeting him,"Hi son". Edward just chuckled in response as his father walked off, completely wet from Emmett's shenanigans.

His chuckle was only short-lived, do to Alice's sharp vision, and her yelling "Watch out!"

As soon as she said that, all windows were shattered, the elders were attacking, and Bella was being pulled away from Edward. By now, she was awake, and crying, calling out for Edward. Soon enough though, she was silenced with a blow to the head.

"Bella!"Edward cried out as he tried to pull out of the two Volturi guard's grips. But no use.

Five hours later...

Just as the Volturi had planned, Carlisle was in Japan, Esme was in Brazil, Rosalie was in Europe, Emmett was stuck in Volterra, in their 'safe' rooms, Jasper was in Texas, Alice in Antarctica, Edward in London, and Bella in Virginia.

Bella's POV

Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound.

Ugh! Turn it off!

Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound.

What the hell!

I tried to move, or at least open my eyes to see what that noise was, but my body didn't respond. I would have thought that Edward would turn off such an annoying noise, but he did not.

Something very cold swept across my face, but it wasn't the touch I was expecting. Someone must have left the window open. It was the breeze that was so cold. I really hope Edward will close the window.

I drifted back to sleep.

One hour later... Damon Salvatore's POV.

I swear to God, Stefan could be such a pain in the ass that I wish I had killed him when I got the chance in 1883.

All I heard tonight from him was "Elena this" and "Elena that" and "I'm whipped." Okay, he didn't say the last one, but he might as well have.

We were finally leaving the Mystic Grill, though way too early for me, and taking Elena home. About half of Mystic Falls was there, for who knows what reason. Stefan made me attend to watch for Katherine. PLEASE! He just wanted to keep an eye on me. He thinks I will do something stupid. He's probably right.

So now, here I am, walking down the street after my poor excuse for a brother and the doppelganger, trying to find where Elena parked the car.

I, on the other hand, don't care where the car was. What's the point of being a vampire if you never use the speed? I snorted, but stopped abruptly. I could smell blood. A large amount of blood.

Stefan and Elena kept walking. After a moment, I could hear labored breathing, more like gasps.

I looked around, but could not locate the sound, until my eyes landed on an alley. REALLY? It was a guy who probably got mugged. Can anyone stay out of an alley? This guy must have been asking for it. I smiled to myself. Fools. Don't they ever learn?

Walking by the alley, I was so intent on passing the person and going home. But something stopped me.

"Pl... Please he... help"

It wasn't a guy. This was a girl, and young. Probably around Elena's age.

Just walk away Damon... You don't care enough to help her.

"Please"she sobbed. I could smell the great amount of blood she was bleeding. I couldn't walk away. I just couldn't. What had happened to the soulless, heartless person I once was? I was getting soft. I knew I was. But I couldn't help it. I blame it on Stefan. Him and his stupid feelings.

I wanted to help the girl, but there was a problem. I was still Damon Salvatore, let's not forget about my appetite. I would probably kill her. If I walk away now, it would probably save her life. But we all know I would never give up the opportunity to meet a girl.

And what do you think I did? I turned around and walked down the alley.

"Hey!" I said. "Where are you?" It was dark, and damp, it rained not two hours ago. How long has she been out here?

I could hear her cry, "Please."

There she was! Beside a dumpster, you back of the alley. The poor girl was covered in blood, her close in tatters, barely covering her up. Her brown hair sticking to her sweaty head, covering up most of her face, disturbing my view. She was as pale as a sheet. Both of her hands were placed on her stomach, where the biggest gash I had ever seen took place. God! Did someone try to make sushi out of her? Yeah, I know, it's a stupid thing to compare her to, but come on! I'm sure even the worst serial killers wouldn't do this! She wasn't just bleeding from her stomach, but from her head, her shoulder, and her leg, which I was sure was broken.

When I stopped, I practically dropped to my knees beside her. It was even worse up close.

"Hey, I'm going to help you, okay?"

There were bloody tears running down her face, but she nodded.

Moving slowly as I could, I slipped my arms around her back and under her knees, and carefully lifted her up. By the looks of it, she had lost so much blood, that I was sure she wouldn't make it to the hospital alive. I wasn't even sure how she was conscious. But what was I going to do? Stefan would be pissed if I let her die, and Elena would yell at me, cry, or probably try to kill me.

The poor girl clutched to me for dear life, breathing heavy, and losing consciousness quickly. Her hair was still partially in her face, but just enough out of the way to see her. It was cut up like the rest of her body, and bruised, and of course covered in blood,. But aside from the gashes, blood and dirt, she was pretty. She would probably be the only one you could compare Kathrine to. But she was probably prettier.

I hugged her closer to me while I ran out of the gloomy alley and down the street towards Elena and Stefan and her car. The girl would probably bleed everywhere in the backseat, but I could not take the chance running with her. Stefan could drive, instead of Elena, because frankly, we had no time to waste.

"Stefan!"I yelled to get his attention.

As soon as he turned away from the car to look at me, his smile disappeared. He quickly told Elena to get into the passenger seat, and she did not hesitate to do so.

"What happened!"He practically yelled, as he opened the back door for me. But I did not answer him right away. I just climbed in the back with the half dead girl.

He shut the door to the SUV and climbed into the front seat, turning on the car and flooring it. But he was going the wrong way.

"Go to the house Stefan!"I said, biting my wrist.

"She needs to go to the hospital!"He yelled, his nostrils flaring as the smell of blood hit him.

"She won't last much longer Stefan! We don't have enough time! Elena, open your window!"I ordered, as I placed my wrist to her mouth.

"Damon! She will turn! She doesn't have enough blood to heal!"My stupid brother said.

"I'm not going to let her die."

"Damon, you have killed before. Why is she so different?"

Before I could even answer, Elena started to freak out.

"Stefan! Damon is doing the best thing. I have seen too many people die. At least be happy that he wants to save a life for once. She doesn't deserve to die. Even if she will end up as a vampire. She looks like a nice girl."

Thank You, Elena.

"I'm not going to let her die, Stefan! If she becomes a problem, I will deal with her. She will become my problem. You complained that I have no compassion, that I lost all traces of my humanity. So why complain now that I try to save someone's life?"

He shut up.

We were pulling into the driveway, and I was feeling a bit sloshy, mostly because of the amount of blood I had lost trying to save the girl. But that didn't stop me from jumping from my spot in the car, dashing into the house and up into my room.

I could still hear them getting out of the car as I set the girl down on the bed.

"Elena! I need your help." I really did need her help. The girl was filthy, and needed new clothes. She was about her size, right? And if not, the poor girl would have to wear my clothes until we got her new ones.

Elena ran up the stairs and into my doorway, out of breath. "Yeah?"

"You keep some close here right?"

"Yes, I do. I'll go get some." And she disappeared downstairs to the second floor where Stefan's room was.

"Make sure they are comfortable!" I yelled.

"Yep!"

She came back up with black sweatpants, bra and undies but no shirt. She saw me raise a brow. "I have no clean shirts."

I huffed. "All right. In that drawer, I have wife beater's, get one." I pointed to the one of my dressers, the top drawer.

Elena grabbed a white one and held it out for me.

"You want to do me a huge favor?" I asked, raising a brow, hoping she says yes but at the same time hoping she says no. I mean, what do you expect? I'm Damon Salvatore. I have a dirty mind. I can't help it. Don't judge me!

"What?" Her jaw tensed.

"Wash her up?" Say yes. Say no. "I can bring her into the bathroom for you."

She looked at the digital clock on the bedside table. It was a bit late. But I guess she didn't care. There was no school tomorrow. Wait. Of course there was no school. Wasn't it summer?

"Sure."

"You are a life saver! Thanks."

"I'm actually doing it so you don't molest the poor girl. And because I am so awesome." She rolled her eyes.

"Ouch!" I cringed. It was harsh, but true. I couldn't keep my hands to myself. We all know that. But hey, what can you say? I'm a guy.

I wouldn't really molest the girl, I'm not that sick. But I probably would stare for longer than necessary. Who wouldn't?

"Stupid."

"Hey! You are so mean!" Definitely Kathrine's doppelganger.

"I can take it from here. Leave." She pointed to the door, squinting her eyes.

"What ever." And I left.

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