MALYA STOOD IN FRONT of the mirror in her room wearing a light pink, off the shoulder dress.

"There's someone here to see you," Phoebe said. Mayla looked over, pausing at fixing her hair in the mirror.

"Who is it?" she asked, going back to fixing her hair in a low side bun.

"Edward Cullen."

"Send him in."

Phoebe nodded and left the room.

A few minutes later, footsteps echoed in the hall right outside her room.

A knock resonated around the room.

"Come in," Mayla called, sitting on her bed.

Edward walked into the room, looking upset.

"Edward Cullen. To whom do I owe the pleasure?" Mayla asked, standing up and walking over to her desk.

"The entire family wants you back," Edward said softly. "Even Rosalie."

Mayla scoffed. "Don't lie to me and think I won't know the wiser."

Edward sighed and sat down in the chair in front of her desk.

The desk was littered with papers and had a small photo in a frame.

The picture consisted of four people, one of the girls looked exactly like Mayla, just with violet eyes instead of red. The other girl around Mayla's age had dirty blonde hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. The woman in the photo had dark blonde hair, pale skin, and violet eyes. The man had light brown hair, pale skin, and bright blue eyes.

"They do want you back," Edward muttered softly.

Mayla laughed humorlessly. "I sincerely doubt it." Mayla let out a deep breathe. "We're done here. Leave."

Edward shook his head. "No."

Mayla raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"No," Edward repeated. Mayla shook her head. "You shouldn't have said that."

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Dear Carlisle Cullen,
    I have not written to tell you of my return. That—quite frankly—will never happen. But, I have written to inform you Edward Anthony Mason will not be returning to you.
If you would like him back, please visit and we will discuss conditions.
Sincerely,
Mayla Grace, Volturi

Carlisle ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. Esme hugged him from the side.

"What's it say?" Bella asked anxiously.

It had been a little under a month since Edward had left for Italy, and the entire coven was worried for his safety.

"We're going to Italy," Alice said softly. "I've seen it."

Carlisle nodded.

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"THEY'RE HERE," Mayla said softly, sitting on her throne.

Aro smiled.

Not a moment later, Phoebe opened the door to the room, the Cullen Clan following behind.

"They have requested to see you," Phoebe said. Mayla nodded at Aro, stood up, and walked out of the room.

"Ah, Carlisle. How lovely to see you again!" Aro said cheerfully.

"Where's Edward?" Carlisle asked gently.

Aro smiled and clapped his hands. "He'll be coming along soon."

Bella glared at Aro making the man chuckle.

Soon, chains could be heard being dragged across the floor, getting closer and closer to the group.

What seemed like an eternity later, Mayla walked out wearing a dark red dress, the v-neck plunging to her waist, and a slit going up to mid-thigh. It had spaghetti straps and scrunched up around the hip.

In her hand was a rope of chain that lead to the inside of the dark room.

Mayla yanked the chain, pulling Edward out of the room.

The chain was wrapped around his ankles. His skin shone with a dark red liquid - vampire blood. (Yes, in this vampires bleed. Bear with me.)

Mayla smirked as she continued walking into the room, her heals clicking on the floor.

She walked up to Aro and handed the man the chain before turning to face the rest of the Cullens.

"Hello," she smiled, clapping her hands once. "Welcome to Volterra. I see you got my letter."

Carlisle nodded. "We did."

"Well, I'm glad. It's very lovely to see you all again." She took the chain again from Aro.

Bella started to run forward, but was stopped when Mayla used the copied ability of Jane's.

She stopped her assault after a moment, letting Bella fall limply.

She smiled as she saw the pain in Edward's eyes. Her smile wavered for a moment before she plastered a fake smile on her face to cover it up.

"Now, I have a deal to make with you."

"Anything," Esme said. Mayla's smile widened. "I'll give you Edward if—"

"Don't," Edward said quickly.

Mayla took a dagger made of tungsten out of its sheath strapped to her thigh and pointed it at Edward. "Anything else you want to say, Edwierdo?"

Edward shook his head quickly.

Mayla smiled and looked back at the Cullens. "Now, I'll give you Edward if you give me Renesmee."

Bella shook her head. "No."

Mayla smiled. "Okay then." She started walking away, dragging Edward behind her.

"Wait!" Renesmee called.

Mayla stopped walking. "Yes?"

"I'll stay, but only for a year."

Mayla turned around, dragging Edward as she walked to the girl. "You will stay with me however long I tell you."

Renesmee nodded. "Okay."

"No," Bella said firmly. "You're not taking my daughter." She started to run forward, but stopped when Mayla stabbed Edward's upper arm with the dagger.

His mouth opened and he let out a silent scream. Edward then fell to the ground in pain.

Mayla unbound the chain around his ancles.

"What is that?" Emmett asked.

Mayla smiled. "A dagger made of tungsten. The only metal that can harm vampires. And, if put in the right spot," she pointed to where her heart was, "it can kill."

"But I thought-"

"Yes, I know," Mayla interrupted Emmett. "You thought you were invincible. We have to have some weakness."

She pulled the dagger from Edward's arm.

"You're free to go. Renesmee, follow me."

"Can I say goodbye?"

"Goodbyes make you weak," Mayla looked at Carlisle, the Renesmee. "Follow me."

Mayla walked out of the room, Renesmee slowly following.

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"NO," Mayla said harshly. "You must correct your stance. Elbows level. Feet apart. Like... this." Mayla corrected how Renesmee was standing. "Perfect."

"Now. Again."

Mayla watched as Renesmee sparred against Jane — who was going easy on the hybrid.

Mayla circled the two, watching, making corrections when needed.

Eventually, Renesmee had Jane pinned to the floor by her throat.

"Good," Mayla said softly. Renesmee smiled proudly.

"Follow me." Mayla started walking, not making sure Renesmee was following her.

Renesmee quickly caught up to the dirty blonde.

"Mayla?"

Mayla hummed to show she was listening as the two walked into the garden.

"What happened between you and Grandpa?"

Mayla sighed and sat down on a bench, patting the space next to her. Renesmee sat down quickly.

"What exactly do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"Okay... Father, Mother and I moved to London when I was three, but I didn't meet Carlisle until I was eight..."

"Mother," a young Mayla tugged on her moher's skirt. "Who is that?" She pointed to a boy about her age with pale blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Go talk to him, and find out, dear." Her mother pushed her gently toward the boy.

Mayla walked up to him and stuck out her hand.

"Hi. My name is Mayla Grace. You are?"

The boy shook her hand, smiling. "Carlisle Cullen."

Mayla looked up and noticed her parents talking to a man that looked exactly like Carlisle.

"Is that your father?" Mayla asked. Carlisle nodded.

"Where's your mother?"

Carlisle looked at the ground. "She's in Heaven."

Mayla looked at Carlisle with empathy. "I'm sorry."

Carlisle shook his head, "There's no need to apologize. You did not know."

"After that day, we became close friends. Close enough that at the age of fourteen, our parents arranged for us to marry."

"So, I must marry him?" Mayla asked. Her mother nodded. "It is for the best."

Mayla smiled. "Okay, Mother. I would rather it be him than anyone else."

Her mother smiled before there was a knock on the door.

Mayla's mother got up and opened the door. "Mayla, there's someone here to see you."

Mayla stood, collecting the fabrics of her skirts, and walked to the door.

"Carlisle," she tried to hide the excitement she felt, "how lovely to see you."

Carlisle smiled. "May I talk to you outside for a moment?"

Mayla nodded and walked outside, closing the door behind her.

"Have you been told?" Carlisle asked, walking down the street next to Mayla.

"About marriage?"

Carlisle nodded. "Are you alright with it?"

Mayla smiled. "Yes."

Carlisle let out a soft breathe of relief.

Mayla dramatically gasped. "Was Mr. Cullen nervous?"

Carlisle nodded causing Mayla to laugh again. "Well. What do you think?"

"Well, uh," Carlisle's cheeks turned bright red — a rare occurance.

Mayla smiled. "Yes?"

"I am excited... just a little."

Mayla smiled and pushed him gently, her dress swaying in the process. "Just a little, hmm?"

Carlisle laughed. "Well, maybe more than just a little."

Mayla smiled triumphantly. "You want to marry me, do you not?"

Carlisle hid his face in her hair as they had stopped walking. "Please, enough embarrassment for one day."

Mayla laughed. "Okay. But, what do you think made them come up with the idea?"

Carlisle groaned. "I might have suggested it."

Mayla grinned. "So you really wanted to marry me."

Carlisle shook his head. "Enough."

"You want to marry me," Mayla sang. Carlisle removed his face from her hair and tickled her side. "Maybe."

Mayla jerked back laughing. "Stop."

"But, why'd you leave?" Renesmee asked. Mayla took a deep breath. "Well..."

Mayla sighed as she packed her few belongings into a bag.

"Where do you plan on running to?" Carlisle asked, a playful smirk planted on his lips.

"Father thinks it will do me good to stay with Mistress Wood." Mayla didn't bother turning around as she stuffed a small handmade doll into her bag.

"Why did you not tell me before?" Carlisle's smirk disappeared. Mayla sighed and turned to face him.

"You would have convinced me to stay."

"Why can you not stay?" Carlisle walked forward a few steps. Mayla looked down at the ground. "I must leave."

"But we are to be married in three days."

"Carlisle," Mayla said softly, looking up at him. "I would nothing more than to marry you, but I cannot."

"But-"

"No, Carlisle." Mayla smiled at him sadly. "I will miss you deeply."

"Mayla!" Her father called.

Mayla looked at Carlisle. "Coming, Father."

She gave Carlisle one last look before she left the room.

"You understand what you have done?" Mayla's father asked. Mayla nodded.

"Answer me," he said, he's tone so calm it frightened the fifteen-year-old.

"Yes."

He nodded. "Then you understand why I must do this. Get out of my home."

Mayla stood still, her eyes blazing with fury. "No."

Her father ground his teeth together and grabbed the girl's arm,dragging her outside, tears running down her face. "Father, please."

Mayla's mother let out a sob.

"I am no longer your father," the man said before throwing her — as gently as he could — to the snow covered ground before closing the door.

The last thing Mayla saw before the door closed was Carlisle's crying form.

Renesmee frowned. "What'd you do that was so bad?"

Mayla smiled softly.

"Mayla!" Carlisle called. Mayla slowed down her walk. Carlisle walked up next to her. "So you're with child?"

Mayla nodded.

"Why?" Carlisle asked.

"Why, what?" Mayla stopped walking.

"Why did you not tell me?"

"Because it would bring shame to you and your family."

"I still love you."

Mayla shook her head in disappointment.

"Well, is the child at least mine?" Carlisle asked. Mayla nodded.

"We can still get married, and raise the child together," Carlisle suggested.

Mayla shook her head. "Father has disowned me. He does it want to mee me again." She smiled sadly.

She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him gently. "I love you, Carlisle."