Isle of Hope (Maggie)

[Kate Denali]

She hadloved Garrett so the thought of being apart of him was going to be difficult but she knew she had to be somewhat independant and sometimes space was good for a relationship. Still it didn't mean she had to like it. She had told him where she was planning to go, and had told the others as well. They had tried to talk her out of it, but being the stubborn and crazy blonde she was, she would hear none of it. She was going and that was that.

Having travelled rarely in the last few days. She thought she ought to get out of Denali. It was very rare she travelled on her own, but alas sometimes it was necessary to do so. As charming as Alaska could be, somtimes it was quite difficult to stay there. Ireland seemed like a good place to visit. Plus she could go and see Siobhan and the coven there. The Irish coven were good allies to have, and they seemed to be on the same page as her own coven was, so it was a refreshing change. Given the time it took to fly from Alaska to Ireland, she was quite glad when the plane had landed. It was something she took in stride. She preferred to travel by sea than by plane but it was the quickest method available to her at the time. Once the plane had landed in Ireland she knew exactly where to go.

She had sent word ahead of time that she would be making a stop to Ireland so that Maggie and her coven could be prepared for her visit. She didn’t like showing up anywhere unannounced. As she felt it was more polite to at least give a warning. Even if it was one of those short notice kind of warnings. Those only happened once in a blue moon. Still she liked to visit other covens. But knew it would have been nice if Garrett could have joined her but alas he was busy with something and the others just didn’t want to travel.

She could not look back, as she finally made it to where the coven resided. Once she arrived she looked around to see them. She hoped they had gotten prepared ahead of time as she told them about what time she would be arriving. She liked to visit them as they were a unique coven, similar to her own. After a few minutes she had spotted Maggie. She was glad to see the other vampire. It meant she was home. That they all were. “Hello Maggie.” She said with a smile as she looked at the vampire, before her. The two vampires were a few feet from eachother but it was evident they could hear eachother even from this distance. Especially since they had good hearing because of what they were. And what they were capable of. A mischevious glint was in her eyes as she looked around the scenery. Ireland held such a beauty. It was a wonder why she didn’t visit here more often. She needed to. It was something else entirely that not even Alaska could compare to.

She walked closer to the other vampire, as she looked around. The scenery was refreshing so much different than anything she saw on a normal day back in Alaska. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I did send word that I was coming.” She told the vampire in front of her. She liked to be polite of course in situations where she was at another’s home. That was just how she always was. She had stayed away from Italy for obvious reasons as she did not want the memories of what happened to Irina cause her to do something reckless. Garrett was pretty good at keeping her in check but there were moments where she truly had wanted to rip their heads apart from time to time.

[maggie o'connell]

They never got many visitors. Of course, Maggie knew why--the reclusiveness of the Irish coven was fairly well-known, with Siobhan and Liam barely trusting anybody these days--but sometimes it got a little dull, especially when she felt like she was "third-wheeling" Liam and Siobhan. Their relationship often made her smile, purely because of how close they were, and though she still remembered Liam's aversion to her when Siobhan had first turned her, he had allowed it to shift in order to include Maggie in their family dynamic. It was something that made her eternally grateful to them, for saving her when she was dying on the road with nowhere to truly turn to, but sometimes their close bond left her out. Still, she often didn't mind, and she always knew when they needed a little bit of alone time, so she would silently excuse herself and roam to the Irish countryside for a little while, sometimes going so far as to retrace the steps she had taken those two centuries ago.

Today, however, she had a purpose for roaming, and had eagerly expressed it to Liam and Siobhan before she had departed the relatively humble countryside home the three of them shared, like she was actually their blood-daughter instead of an immortal fifteen-year-old. It was rare that they had real visitors, and the last time someone had journeyed all the way to their home had been when Carlisle and Esme had showed up on their doorstep, quite literally, begging them for their help; to take a stand against the Volturi. They had explained part of the situation, and Siobhan's face had been like stone, matching that of Liam's, while Maggie had smiled excitedly at their visitors. It had delighted her to know that they were telling the truth, and she had felt a swell of importance when Siobhan and Liam had looked at her for her judgement, for her opinion. They had placed their lives in her hand, for if Carlisle had been lying, they could have all been killed.

Maggie, however, had not sensed any lies, and Siobhan had told Carlisle that they would come by, and that they would see the child for themselves, which Maggie had responded to eagerly. She had rarely had contact with vampires outside of her coven, and it was always thrilling to meet new people, so long as they remained truthful. Some of the various people she had met at the Cullens had been the Denali sisters, or what had once been the Denali sisters, for only two of them remained, she remembered sadly. And the one that was missing was the reason they were all here, for she had mistaken little Renesmee for an immortal child. To be fair, Maggie knew the sentiment was echoed by many around them, and it was why she had been the one to confirm Edward and Bella's story, her ability to detect lies letting her see the Cullens' story for the true it was.

She had met many new friends there, after that, as they had waited for the Volturi to make their way over, like a slow moving bear. At one point they had all clustered around the fire, sharing their stories, and she remembered listening quietly as the two odd Romanian vampires had revealed theirs, and her eyes had widened when she had realised just how old the two of them were. Their story had been truth, however, and she had felt a stab of sympathy for them, though she had also felt revolted by all the things they had done without feeling sorry when they had been in power.

Maggie paused around the perimeter of her coven's land, his eyes flickering around to take in the beautiful landscape of the Emerald Isle, and with a small smile she turned back towards the house, knowing that Kate would be there at any time.

Maggie remembered Kate, remembered her quite well, and she had been amazed, at the time, by the girl's ability, which allowed her to shock anyone who touched her. She also remembered how that ability had endeared her to the vampire named Garrett, and how the two of them had met at Carlisle's and left together, which had made Maggie smile. It was cute.

A sudden scent on the wind made the Irish vampire turn her head, another smile blossoming on her face as a voice called out a greeting to her. Though they were far away, Maggie could see the stark blonde of Kate's hair against the green of the land. Kate was a distance away, but even from where she stood Maggie could hear her, and she turned around to give the other vampire a small wave, even as Kate moved closer.

"Not interrupting anything at all," Maggie said as Kate drew closer. "I got your message, and we've been expecting you. Liam and Siobhan were instead, though they might have left to hunt quickly." She hadn't needed to, as her bright red eyes attested. "You're welcome here, of course! I don't believe anyone of the Denali coven has ever really visited us before. How's your family? And Garrett, is he coming too? Or is it just you?" Another smile.

[Kate Denali]

Ireland was somewhere she had always loved. It’s rich beauty was something to behold. She knew that better than anyone. Of course there were few difficulties that Ireland possessed. Most of which was the whole difference between herself and the family in which she was going to go visit. Trust was a precious commodity and once it was broken it was pretty hard in order to gain it back. She knew that better than most. It had been what seemed like a lifetime since she had seen Siobhan or the other two from that particular coven. Maggie was quite an interesting vampire and she would have liked to have gotten to know her a little better. She remembered when the Cullens had called upon every friend they had and family members to help save little Renesmee. To take a stand against the Volturi, immediately she had liked the idea but when she learned what it was, they were taking a stand against she began to question it. Not believing it at first. After all they didn't trust the Volturi either.

Who were they to bring an immortal child to their home? To beg for help? When Carmen had in fact pointed out that the child was not what they thought, they were able to relax a little and the family had agreed to help. But it cost them something she would never forget. She could remember the pain of that day as though it had just happened. She had been particularily interested in helping once they realized Renesmee was not the threat she was believed to be. Still it had haunted her to know that Irina was no longer with them, and she could have been had she only talked to their cousins first.

She had recalled with such clarity what had happened when they all had been around the camp fire listening as others recalled their triumphs and the downfalls of certain things. Of all the various vampires that were there, eighteen if not more had been present at that time. It was kind of strange to see so many gold and even red eyes around the house. She could recall with vivid detail all of the horror, all of the horible things that the two Romanians themselves had done, when they had been in power. That had not been a pleasant story.

The Emerald Isle as Ireland was known for, was something of a surpassing beauty. She knew where the coven she was going to be visiting lived, after all it was something that she had needed once she arrived in Ireland. She remembered each of the faces of those who had been at the Cullen house, though the one she remembered most had been Maggie, and her coven. A smile appeared on her face when she thought of the vampire. It was interesting to think of how her life had changed as not only had she lost her sister but she had gained a mate in Garrett, the only man, the only being alive who could actually hold onto her and not be phased by the shocks in which she gave out. It was a cute thing as her sister had even pointed out. She could see the vampire before her as she had called out her greeting and had waved to her when she had started to move forward to the other vampire.

“That’s good to know.” She smiled as she looked at Maggie. “Probably a good idea, knowing the circumstances. No, we haven’t....visited here. I think the farthest we’ve probably gone is Forks in the last fifty years....since...well everything happened. They’re good. Tanya was out hunting, and Eleazar and Carmen were in Spain, on a romantic trip of their own, and Garrett, I’m not sure if he’ll be joining us later or not. He didn’t exactly like the fact I was coming up without him of course. But for the moment, it’s just me....and me alone.” She grinned as she thought of her perfect mate. She knew that Garrett would probably stay in Alaska to help keep watch over Tanya because if anything happened to her, well needless to say she would never recover from another loss of that magnitude. “I’ve always meant to visit, as I’ve read so many wonderful things about Ireland. And I can say that although Alaska is my home, the Emerald Isle does have it’s beautiful scenery too.” She smiled warmly when she thought of home. Home was where her heart was now.