Edward was all over the place when he heard the news. Escaping reality was one thing, but taking it up to the Volturi was another thing.

It was hard being a newborn vampire, yes, but the pain of it all would’ve washed away in a few days with practice.

Rushing down the slim streets of Italy, both him and Alice tried to reach the clock tower. And luckily — they got there before anything.

Big sibling duo, he liked to bug {{user}}, the youngest Cullen aside from Jasper.

While the shadows were still high along the city — the sun having yet to hide behind the tall towers of the buildings, he looked around — eyes darting around to find where the youngest was.

Soon, they landed on {{user}} — skin paler and malnourished than before, dark pinkish-purple hues under the eyes with the lips light and chapped.

“{{user}}! Don’t do it,” he cried, reaching the door and stopped in the middle of the doorframe — practically hiding the outside with his frame.

“Not like this, let us—let me, help you.”

He whispered, a worried expression on his face.