- Alice, Cullen
Within an instant everything was in disarray, the wolves – Leah and Seth – were snapping their jaws; Jacob bowed in front of Renesmee, a snarl ripping from between his teeth, Bella had thrown up her shield – her mind concentrating on her dearest family, all of us had gracefully slid into crouches, all except Carlisle who stood tall and proud in front of his coven.
The Romanian vampires were ready to stalk their prey, they were the hunters – Marcus and Caroline the helpless victims.
At the fringes of the forest I could the faces of some of the wolves; they had obviously smelt the vampires and come to search, Sam, who was jet black, snarled a command and watched in hesitation.
“How dare you invite them here, after what they were doing to do to your demon half-blood child,” Vladimir sneered uncontrollably. Edward took a step forward as Bella extended her shield, both of them feeling the same boiling rage over the comment.
“We didn’t invite them, they appeared,” I answered. “I had a vision.”
Stefan raised an eyebrow. “So the pixie has a vision that these leeches” – Jacob grimaced at the use of his vocabulary being using by a ‘leech’ themselves, he let out a wolfy grin towards Bella who smiled. She understood. “-And you instantly turn against us, how do you know they’re not going to ambush you!”
“We know the truth; my son, Edward, has proved that,” Carlisle replied calmly.
They roared in laughter, “First the vision girl and now the mind-reader, don’t you see their here to deceive – they killed our people!”
Marcus had just been standing like a marble statue on the grass, Caroline was shuffling around, but then he was instantly in action. He snapped his head up, eyes firmly planted on Stefan and Vladimir and then in an instant reflex had his teeth bared at their necks. It was so fast, even for my own eyes and it was impossible to describe on the spot. “That was your own doing,” Marcus cried venomously.
The vampire’s detached themselves in a few quick fluid movements; running around each other they took turns to aim a quick shot – aiming for the neck. Bella had once described this technique as if it was a dance, and she was right. It was beautifully choreographed; each move like it was an extension of the other: a duck, a flip over the back, a strike to the neck.
There was a flare of passion towards this dance, the wolves watched intently – properly gaining more moves I joked quietly to myself – for myself it reminded me of meeting Jasper. All that emotion and infatuation enveloping us in sparks when we first met, I caught his eye watching me as I thought of us. He embraced me, whispering in my ear quietly. This is a great time to think about romance. Renesmee was quietly watching the demonstration of power from behind myself, her red curls flapping around her heart shaped face delicately. I stepped aside as she took a step forward, I clasped her hand – I could hear Bella sigh with relief.
A few moments later, the battle continued. We started to become unaware of everything around us, Bella letting down her shield to regain her mental awareness, the fight was becoming one of those endless arguments humans had. There was shrill cry a few centimetres away, “Renesmee, no!”
The small child was running towards Caroline, the female vampire who stood paralyzed to the spot. I ran towards her, Edward behind my heels – his face creased with worry. Bella I knew was too mentally weak to contain her shield, so it couldn’t put it up to protect her child. Renesmee reached Caroline and begged to be up, her eyes coal black she picked up the hybrid child – she gasped and instantly went rigid, her body trembling from fear.
We finally reached her and Edward pulled her away, her arms finding his neck where her head was cradled. “What did she show you?” I breathed.
“It was the fight, it was like I was watching it over-and-over again! What did she do to me?”
“That’s her gift, she can project images.”
Her body was still shivering; Bella was just behind me, her voice soon soothing my adoptive niece. “Why was she showing me the fight?”
Renesmee flashed her gleaming teeth and spoke to the female vampire, her heart lurching when she could hear words flowing from the child’s lips. “I want you to stop it,” she said eagerly. With that Bella and Edward took the small struggling child back to the protection of her family, I remained with Caroline. I could feel Jaspers eyes burning a hole into my back, he was worried, I flashed a glance back.
“What did she mean? I can’t stop it,” she cried desperately. “I only wanted to get away from those murderers and start a new life.”
“You can,” I placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded towards the forest. She knew what I meant, and I danced happily back to Jaspers side. Caroline stood rooted to the spot.
It was a while before she moved, edging closer towards to the fringes of the forest – Jacob had told Sam to let the vampire through and she would cause no harm. She came closer to the group of fighting vampires as she gained more confidence, just as Renesmee was pointing towards the gang of wolfs in the tree’s the fighting ceased. Marcus had his teeth bared against Vladimir’s throat, but his eyes weren’t searching for oncoming death but bearing into Caroline’s who was stationary, her voice rung loud in the clearing after a moment of silence, “Stop.”
Marcus pulled himself away from the strolling vampires, Stefan regained his balance and his coven member was next to Caroline, their fingers intertwined. I think he’s her soul-mate, like Jasper is mine.
I thought she already had a husband, Edward silently communicated to me through minds.
Maybe he wasn’t the right one, but look at how there staring at each other. It’s similar to how you look at Bella, me to Jasper, Carlisle to Esme, Rosalie to Emmett – even Renesmee and Jacob at times.
Edward growled; he didn’t like discussing Jacob’s imprint with his daughter.
Stefan was now talking with his fellow coven member, we could all hear. “We should finish the fight now, he’s weak Vladimir. We could finally get out revenge.”
They smiled, teeth exposed. They were now stalking Marcus, a few steps behind him.
“Stop!” Caroline shouted again and ran up in front of them.
“No,” Stefan snarled, “The Volturi killed out coven and destroyed our home. He deserves to die.”
She placed a hand on her hip, a childish gesture. “I know what it’s like to lost everything to them, they killed my husband and were about to end my life as well. However, he,” she pointed to Marcus. “He saved my life, so I owe him.”
Vladimir interrupted Stefan before he could talk, “She’s right.”
With Stefan silenced they strode away, fury lining his brother’s face. Caroline caught up with them once again, when will this end, I cried tiredly to myself.
“I want to join your group.”
“I want to get the Volturi back as much as you, I only owed him and now it’s done. Let me join?”
We were all stood by now, waiting for the end. We were never even needed, Marcus wasn’t a threat. My vision had given us a false fear; we thought Renesmee was in danger again but it turns out it was only Marcus to himself and the Romanian coven. I suppressed a giggle as I leaned into Jaspers shoulder; it felt like everything was being taken off my shoulders.
The Romanian group were all now disappearing into the woods, Vladimir holding Caroline’s hand, Stefan walking away shrugging his shoulders. It was long hour before Marcus could say a word, “I will return to my brothers,” he said plainly. “But since what I have noticed with my female companion and the rouge vampire Vladimir, I will never kill another human in my lifetime.”
He left, I knew what he said was genuine because I had a vision later in that week of Marcus keeping to his vegetarian diet, and it was all in spite of his love for his wife. Love can do crazy things.
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