Delilah George had been back in Italy for a few days, however she was yet to return to the Volturi. Instead the brunette had been staying in a hotel she found near the castle, and had bought '10 Things I hate about you' so that she could watch it five times a day and cry.

She knew the Volturi knew she was here, no doubt would Kathryn have told them when she arrived at the castle. And she had also spotted Demetri following her around the city the other night, but that didn't bother Delilah. She just convinced herself they were checking up on her, and appreciate that they were giving her time to herself.

If truth be told, Delilah wasn't even sure that she should return to the guard. Sure, she felt accepted and as loved as she could be by the vampires. But it wasn't the love that she craved, for the love she craved could only be given to her by one person. And no doubt that person would be heartbroken when she found out where Delilah had returned to.

Besides, some might argue that Delilah turned into a horrible person while she was with the Volturi. She knew that she wasn't exactly an Angel while with them, but arguably she was more herself than ever. Or at least that's what Delilah once believed.

It has been mentioned before, but Delilah spent most of her life pretending to be someone that she wasn't. So much so that she wasn't even sure who she really was. And Delilah had thought that with the Volturi she was able to be her true self. She could be sarcastic, and say nasty things and no one would get offended, she could hurt people who she thought needed hurting. She felt as though she could get revenge for all the bad things that had happened to her.

But that wasn't true. The people that Delilah was hurting while with the Guard, they had done nothing wrong to her. She didn't even know their names. She had just been told they had committed some type of crime and did what she was told.

That wasn't justice for Delilah's injustices.

Those people didn't deserve what Delilah did to them.

Those people that Delilah drank dry didn't deserve for their life to end at the hands of her. Delilah was playing God, and that's a role she should have had no part in. She realised that now. It wasn't her right to drink their blood just because she felt like she deserved it. God, did she think the Cullens were stupid for not taking what should have been theirs.

But now she realised, the Cullens had been given the gift of eternal life. Something that so many people wished for. And Carlisle had taught them how to give back for that. Sure, drinking animal blood wasn't exactly ideal, but it was arguably better than humans.

Anything that Rosalie took part in was better than anything Delilah took part in. Or at least Delilah now believed so.

There was a point in time where Delilah believed she was the most amazing thing to ever walk the planet. That there would never be anyone better than her. However she now realised how wrong she was.

Delilah loved Rosalie even more than she had ever loved herself.

She missed the way Rosalie looked when Delilah would wake up next to her, there was some sort of softness to her features that would be gone during the day at school. She missed the way Rosalie would sing along to the songs Delilah played on the radio, she sang them so quietly that human Delilah almost missed it. Delilah wasn't supposed to know that Rosalie actually loved Britney Spears. Delilah missed the way that Rosalie would look at her across the school canteen, she never stared for long, and always made sure that no one would catch her glances, but Delilah could feel them.

It was weird but Delilah could feel almost everything that Rosalie did. She always knew when she was looking at her, and Rosalie once said that she could feel it too. Even when Rosalie was away in Alaska, Delilah used to swear that she could feel this pain in her chest, Bella used to tell her it was just because she was poorly. And Rosalie never admitted it, but she could feel it too.

Maybe this was what Delilah was feeling now.

It was this undesirable feeling. She wasn't in pain, but she could feel this pull in her chest. This time there was no one that could claim it was from illness, for Delilah couldn't get ill anymore. The brunette knew it was in her heart, but that made no sense. Her heart didn't beat anymore.

But Rosalie once whispered to Delilah while she thought she slept that her heart beat for the girl. At the time, half asleep Delilah just brushed over it as a cute comment. However, she now realised it might be true. Delilah's heart also beat for Rosalie, but now she wasn't around, and the pain was from her heart stopping.

"I hate the way you make me laugh," Delilah recited with some ice cream in her hands, she wasn't going to eat it, it was just for the break up feel. "Even worse when you make me cry." Rosalie never made Delilah cry, "I hate it when you're not around," Rosalie wasn't around anymore, "And the fact that you didn't call." Maybe Delilah should call, "But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you," Delilah didn't hate Rosalie, "Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all." Delilah loved Rosalie.

It was at that moment Delilah picked up the television remote and switched the tv off. If she couldn't have a happy ending then neither could Kat and Patrick.

For a few minutes the room was silent. That was until the remote went flying towards the television against the wall.

"God, that's the fifth remote this week, Delilah." The vampire had taken to talking to herself while she'd been alone.

It was then silent again. Until the lamp that was next to the bed went flying out of the window at the other side of the bed.

"Throwing lights, that ones new, Delilah."

"Do you think you're being a little dramatic?"

Before a reply was formed, the duvet that was on the bed was ripped in half. Delilah needed some way to get her feelings out.

"Delilah?"

"No, Jane, I'm never dramatic."

"You could have fooled me."

Delilah didn't look at the girl who stood in the doorway as she pulled the mattress from the bed, "Well, you must be easily fooled."

"You shouldn't say things like that to a member of the Guard." It was about time the vampire tried joking.

"Was that a joke? You're so bad at jokes to say you've had so long to perfect them." Delilah stood up straight, rubbing her hands down her jeans, then puffing her hair up and lastly turning to look at Jane. The brunette opened her mouth, ready to make some stupid comment to Jane, until she noticed the attire of the girl, "Are those jeans?"

If Jane were human a dark blush would be coating her cheeks, "Yes?"

"Oh my god, Jane! What has happened to you? I've missed so much."

"Well you always talk about how good jeans are, so I thought I'd try them." It wasn't entirely a lie, Delilah did always rave about jeans to Jane. But the truth was Jane had gone out and bought the jeans specially for Delilah. She knew the girl would be having a hard time, and thought she'd surprise Delilah with them.

For the briefest few seconds Delilah rushed across the room and pulled Jane into a hug. It was only short since neither of them were big on physical contact, however they both realised how much they'd missed each other in that moment.

That thought stuck with Delilah, and the anger that she was previously feeling soon turned into sadness.

Delilah was sad because she'd left the life behind that she wanted more than anything. And Rosalie and Bella were probably the only ones hurting over it.

"Jane?" The blonde didn't answer but looked at the vampire, "Can I have another hug?"

Jane wasn't sure what to do. She hated physical contact but she loved her best friend.

Thankfully, Jane didn't have to give in to the hug.

"Come here, Lilah." Kathryn walked around the doorway, and straight away opened her arms for Delilah. The girl had been at the end of the hall for a while now, at least since Jane arrived. However, she had chosen to keep her distance until now.

Delilah let herself flop into Kathryn's arms, "I want to cry."

Kathryn rubbed Delilah's back as she hugged the girl close to her. While Jane looked on with sadness in her eyes, "I know you do."

It hurt wanting to cry and not being able to. It was like being forced to stay sad for hours, instead of just being able to let it all out at once.

It hurt wanting to be back in Forks and not being able to go back. Delilah had made her choice, the family would most likely never let her come back to them.

And Delilah wasn't sure what hurt the most. Not being able to be with Rosalie, or not being the aunt to the next ruler of the earth.

overdue update, back in italy baby