SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW ➻ DEMETRI VOLTURI

V E N T I T R E

"And to answer your question, Emmett," Jasper said, looking at them amusedly from his position on the sofa. "No, a vampire cannot get fat after they're turned."

Cecilia moved from Emmett to Rosalie, who'd been waiting patiently behind the two of them. She hugged the blonde vampire close, enjoying her presence. Out of all the members of her family, it was Rose who contacted her the most outside of the calls she'd do herself every now and then. Letting go of her, her eyes wandered over the room with a questioning glint. "Where are Edward, Bella, Nessie and Jake?"

"You've just missed them," her father said, his voice ever so calm and pleasant. "A week ago they decided to go on a holiday themselves as well. They'll come back in two weeks, so I'm afraid you're going to miss them this time."

Cecilia pouted slightly, a slight sting in her heart. She knew this might very well be the last time she would see her family in a very long time, if not forever, especially if her plan worked out well. Shrugging, she smiled up at her father. "Well, next time better luck."

Her father nodded, joining her mother's side. The embrace between the two of them, so full of love and gratitude, made Cecilia look at her own soulmate. Feeling overwhelmed with love, like her heart was overflowing, she squeezed his hand softly, glad that he was wearing a matching facial expression.

When she'd been younger, Cecilia had felt the pressure of living up to her parent's love. To find her soulmate and have a fire going on with him just as fierce and passionate as the one her familymembers shared with each other. She hadn't worried about it much, knowing that once she had turned and with the help of Alice's gift, she would find her mate, but never in a million years had Cecilia thought she would find him as a mortal, an enemy to her family at that.

"When did you get so gross?" Emmett broke their moment, giving Cecilia a nudge. "I thought the Volturi were supposed to be these emotionless zombies, al formal and stiff. 'Yes, monsignieur dearest, would harrow up thy soul?"

"Really?" Cecilia said, her head snapped to Emmett. Raising a single, unamused eyebrow, she still held on to Demetri. She refused to let him go for the sake of Emmett's banter. "A mix of your imagineless thoughts and Shakespeare? You are as a candle, the better burnt out."

Emmett squinted his eyes close, his mouth twisted away in concentration. "Thou art as fat as butter."

Cecilia rolled her eyes. "Go, prick thy face and over-red thy anger, thou lily-livered boy."

"Whatever," Emmett said after a moment of silence. "You win."

"I didn't even know you knew Shakespeare?" Rose said interestedly. She looked at Emmett with a newfound curiosity, as if he never ceased to amaze her.

"Well, Edward got his melodramatisch from somewhere," Emmett shrugged.

Letting out something between a scoff and a snort, Cecilia tried her best to cover up her laughter. Letting her golden eyes wander over to her mother, the muscles in her face automatically softened. "Is there a guest room we can stay in?"

"Together?" Emmett said again, the tone of his voice filled with deep shock. "But Cecilia, you are only a minor."

Shooting Emmett daggers with her eyes, Cecilia followed her mother up the stairs, her hand never leaving Demetri's. She had almost forgotten how tiresome her family, with other words just Emmett, could be, but she couldn't deny the fact that it felt as though a million pounds had been lifted from her shoulder, like she was finally home after many years.

"You can stay as long as you like," her mother said sweetly as she halted in front of a door. The smile on her face was one that Cecilia made a mental picture of, to be cherished forever. "You know you're always welcome here."

"Thanks, mom," Cecilia answered softly, opening the door. When she looked over her shoulder, her mother had disappeared already, only leaving Demetri standing behind her. She walked into the room, which was big and sparsely decorated, overflowing with light.

Feeling two arms wrap themselves around her waist, Cecilia leaned against Demetri's chest, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Go, prick thy face over and over-red thy fear, thou lily-livered boy," Demetri whispered in her ear, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek after. If she'd still been mortal, her cheeks would have radiated heath warmer than the sun and her heart hammering faster than the wings of a humming bird. After more than a decade, Cecilia still hadn't gotten used to her soulmate's touch. "That's the correct verse."

"I know," Cecilia chuckled, turning around in his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she weaved her fingers into the darkblonde hair at the nape of his neck. Looking in his eyes, she felt her dead heart jump. "But I was seeing if Emmett did too. Obviously not."

"It surprised me he knew Shakespeare at all."

Lowering one of her hands, she gave him a harsh poke in his hard stomach. "Now, don't be mean or you're no better than Emmett."

"Whatever you wish, Cecilia," Demetri said and softly pressed his lips against hers.