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Mel doesn't let herself question why Carlisle's following her so sheep like. Not until she gets into the office and has Baby open a cell for him. Saying nothing more, she waits for him to go in, then leans back against the opposite wall, watching.

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"Sure."

But Mel wasn't referring to that it, was she? She was referring to the 'it' that makes that place hell.

"Call that living."

Edward's expression didn't change.

"Volterra is home to-" He paused, lips pressed to look upward. "-what you might call the ruling political body of our kind."

He called them Carlisle's demons, and worse.

His life had been formed opposing that world, never touching it.

There was something malevolent in his following words, "We are not what they would consider good, loyal, sane subjects."

Despite all the darkness, all the seriousness, Mel's mouth twitches and spreads into a smile.

It's no less dark than the conversation, no less malevolent than Edward's tone, and under a cheeky rebellion, it's dangerous.

She's never approved of Edward more.

"If he gets out of the city?"

"He does-" Edward frowned. Even as an absolute it was not a pleasant one. But there was a thought there briefly, and gone, something -- something else.

"Did. Will. It's centuries ago now," Nearly two before Edward had been woken to never sleep again from it's start. "-but I can't tell where he is during all of it yet."

Eight decades was a large amount of time, and Carlisle's mind wasn't nearly as helpful to him at present as he was used to it being even in his most distressed.

"And it gets better?"

Mel once had a policy of 'don't interfere in the past'. She doesn't, now she's seen where that led.

"Can we accelerate it?"

Edward nodded to the first, a simple, smooth movement.

After nearly two centuries. After being desperate and selfish enough to make Edward, to put up with all his invasiveness and prying and not leaving. After Esme, and Rosalie, and Emmett. Alice and Jasper. After they managed to tear down the walls that Volterra cut all but indelibly into his center.

It got better.

"I don't know that we can," Edward said, thinking about the proofs that had poured from River's mind. The possibilities and potentialities. The facts that showed, on other faces and other minds, it could be twisted worse.

Especially since Mel had just reminded him of how much better now was compared. And now was in part due to all of this, this then period. It did not make it better...but it scorching burn changed its level of how much it was massacring his mind.

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"There's 'don't know we can'," Mel says and "'Know we can't.'

"Which is it?"

Because, essentially, the first is no way to stop Mel doing stuff.

"I'd have to ask Alice." There's an equal level contemplative evenness and quiet reverence in the simplicity of his words.

"Alright," Mel says.

She glances once at the office, and back at Edward.

"You know who I am?"

Not Melaka Fray, thief, sister, lover of barmen and insufferable cocksure. The Vampire Slayer. Made for fighting vampires.

Edward nodded. He knew. She'd made it very clear the second time they hadn't met.

"Yes, though our worlds are very different. The same with our physiology's, and the ways we can be killed."

Her vampires were.....much softer to begin with.

"I'm flexible."

Mel's not going to let a little thing like stronger, faster, less killable get in her way. If it's fighting vamps, it's what she does.

"I'll keep it in mind."

Edward said simply.

Both her and it.

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