Edward clasped his hands together
and got up from the sofa for the tenth time in the last hour.
"Just go," Alice said.
"You're not doing anyone any good here."
"Emmett is perfectly capable
of protecting her. I know that. It's too risky for me to be out in
public."
He'd been holding off making a
decision about Charlie. He didn't want Alice to see anything. But the more he
thought about it, the worse the idea of killing him sounded. Sure, it would get
rid of one problem, but it would cause even more. A dead police chief would
attract attention from the state and the feds. Besides, he knew Bella would
crumble, despite her tough persona. He couldn't live with himself if he did
that to her.
As he lost himself in thought,
Alice walked up to him and put one hand on his shoulder. She turned his head
toward her and looked him in the eye. "Edward. You may not see what's
going on here, but it's perfectly clear to me." She paused and raised her
eyebrows. "You're in love, silly
boy. Believe me, sitting around and fidgeting on the sofa isn't going to put
your mind at rest. So go. Sit in the woods with Emmett and watch over her
house. He'll appreciate the company. We're going to our place in Jackson Hole
after this. There's not much companionship there."
Edward sighed. "You're right,
you know. About everything."
He pulled at the lapels of his
coat, checked his pockets to be sure he had everything he needed. His cell
phone, his chain, an extra pack of smokes and the Zippo.
"You'll tell Carlisle I said
thank you?"
"Get out of here," Alice
said, a huge smile plastered across her face. "We'll see you again. I
can't see it yet, because you haven't decided where you're going, but I can feel it, Edward. You can tell him
yourself when we all meet again."
Edward was ready to move on from
Forks. He was ready to start the next phase of his life, whatever it may be. He
found himself feeling optimistic for the first time in decades. He knew it
didn’t make sense, not with the Volturi after him. But Bella. He’d somehow
fallen for her. He had to admit, he liked her attitude. He smiled when he
thought about how she was the first person he’d known since he was turned who
had the guts to see him as something other than a threat. She wasn’t afraid,
even though she probably should be.
Being with her made him feel almost
human again, not the monster he’d grown used to being.
He walked slowly through the woods,
enjoying what he knew would probably be the last peaceful night of his life for
some time. As he neared Bella’s house, he found Emmett by searching for his
thoughts. The big bear of a vampire had chosen a spot near the rear of the
house, not with a direct view of Bella's bedroom window, but one which afforded
a more complete picture of the whole property.
"Any activity?"
"Nada," Emmett said.
"She went straight up to her room. Didn't even talk to her dad. Since
then, it's been quieter than a whorehouse full of Presbyterians on Easter
Sunday, dude."
Edward looked at the house.
Everything appeared serene. He scanned for Charlie's thoughts, only to find
that he was asleep, dreaming about the war again. He was frustrated once again
that he couldn't read Bella's mind. He had no real way of knowing if she was
safe.
"I'm going to head down there.
Take a look around," he told Emmett.
"Sure thing, man," Emmett
said with a smile. "I'll hold the fort down up here."
Edward jimmied the sliding glass
door on the rear deck and slipped in quietly. He was glad to see that Bella was
asleep. She would need to be well rested for their trip.
His curiosity got the better of
him, and he headed for Charlie's room. He wasn't sure why, but he was drawn
there. He didn't even pause to scan for Charlie's thoughts. He twisted the knob
slowly and eased the door open. The room was pitch black. Even with his
superior eyesight, he couldn't make anything out.
He stepped carefully toward where
he thought the bed might be. He stopped and inhaled sharply when he heard a
click and felt cold steel pressed to the skin under his right ear.
"It's Edward, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Charlie flipped a light switch.
"Have a seat, Edward." He nodded toward the bed. Edward hesitated.
The barrel pressed in tighter and he heard Charlie’s heartbeat speed up. He
knew he could disarm Charlie and put him down before he knew what had happened,
but the truth was that he respected the man's bravery. That must be where Bella
got it from. Edward was curious where this was going, so he sat. He knew he was
in no danger from a small caliber weapon, no matter what it was loaded with.
Charlie remained standing, two feet
away. He kept the gun high, aiming with both hands.
“You’re going to answer some
questions. Do you understand?”
Edward nodded.
“Did you kill Mike Newton, Waylon
Forge and Tyler Crowley?
Edward said nothing. He bit his lip
and contemplated what he should say. He knew he couldn’t lie. Charlie surely
had it figured out already.
“Answer me. Right now.”
“Yes,” Edward said. “You’ll find
Newton’s body about two miles from here, to the west.”
Charlie paused. "Did you come
here to kill me?"
“No.”
"To kill Bella?"
"I would never hurt
Bella."
"Then why are you in my house?
In my bedroom?"
"The truth, sir?” He sighed.
“I'm not really sure."
"You had better start talking,
young man. Because my trigger finger's getting twitchy." He leveled the
gun at Edward's forehead and tightened his grip.
Edward moved quickly. He took the
gun from Charlie's hands and ejected the magazine. He slid the chamber back and
popped the remaining bullet out, catching it in the air. He clicked the safety
on and slid the now unloaded gun back into Charlie's hands before the chief had
reacted.
"A bit of advice," Edward
said, moving toward the door. "Get the shotgun. Load it with the armor
piercing rounds. And take this, Charlie." He flipped his Zippo into the
air. "You never know when you might need it."
Edward was gone before Charlie
caught the lighter in mid-air. He cursed himself for being so foolish. He
should have realized Charlie was awake. But whenever he was near Bella, his
mind-reading power seemed to go on the fritz. It either got fuzzy or he'd
simply forget to use it. He wasn't sure if it was because she distracted him,
or something other reason.
Emmett was sitting on a downed tree
when he returned to their spot in the woods.
"How's it going down there?
All's well, I assume."
"She's asleep."
Too late, Edward heard movement in
the woods behind him. Emmett apparently heard it too, because he jumped up from
a crouch and spun around quickly. Edward's instinct was to run for Bella's
house, but he stopped himself. He needed to gauge the potential threat first.
"If it isn't the gentle Edward
Anthony Masen," a voice rang out from the darkness.
Edward turned to Emmett. "Go!
Now! Get her out of there."
Emmett was a blur in the trees.
"Aro," Edward said. He
read two others. Jane and Demetri, the tracker. They joined their leader,
flanking him on either side.
"Tsk tsk," Aro said.
"One should not agree to follow a set of rules one is incapable of
comprehending, Mr. Masen. You are no humble vegetarian."
He began to laugh, as if the very concept of a vegetarian vampire were
humorous.
"What is it you want, Aro? Or
have you come all this way simply to mock me?"
"Ooh, so sensitive."
He flipped his long coat outward
with a dramatic flair. His eyes glowed bright red against his pure white skin.
He kept his jet-black hair slicked back, forming a prominent widow's peak on
his forehead. The whole picture brought to mind some forgotten Dracula movie.
Edward would have laughed under different circumstances.
"You have no business here,
Aro. Leave me be and I'll go on my way. You'll never hear from me again. That's
a guarantee."
"Oh, it's a guarantee this
time? Let me just pack up my bags and go then."
He turned as if to leave, but spun
back around dramatically.
"Except, well, I seem to
remember a similar promise some years back, Mr. Masen. It seems you have
trouble keeping your promises.”
He put his hands out in front of
him, palms up. "Or is it me? Am I perhaps too harsh in my judgment? Are my
standards too high? Poor Mr. Masen. He's been entrapped by the evil overlord!
Oh, what a tragedy!" He cackled in hideous laughter, rearing his head
back. It echoed through the forest like some sort of sick mating call.
Jane smirked. Demetri snorted.
Edward said nothing.
"Be that as it may," Aro
continued, "the rules, however harsh you may consider them, are there for
good reason. I can't have any old vamp disregard
them simply because it is convenient. No. That won't do."
Aro rubbed his chin, theatrically
furrowing his brow and sighing heavily.
"I suppose I could offer a compromise. Let it never
be said that I am not a compassionate dictator." He smiled and pursed his
lips. "Yes, then. A compromise."
He turned to Demetri. "You
will get the girl. The human. And
you-"
Edward lunged forward, but Jane
fixed him with a look. He collapsed in pain, his hands instinctively going to
his head.
"I was not finished, Mr.
Masen. You must learn your manners." He turned to Jane. "You will
hold our ill-tempered friend here while I contemplate my options."
Edward struggled to speak. "I'll
do whatever you ask, Aro. Just leave Bella alone!"
"The human has a name? Oh, how delightful. Bella the
Beautiful!"
He bent over Edward, who was still
crouched down in obvious pain. Aro put a hand on Edward's chin and lifted his
head.
"The law is perfectly clear,
is it not?"
Aro looked around the forest, as if
he expected some response from the trees.
"Humans shall know nothing of
our existence. It is the first law, Mr. Masen." He bent further and
whispered in Edward's ear. "And don't tell anyone I said so, for we can't
have people disregarding the rule of law, but it is really the only law that
matters."
Screaming rang out from the
direction of Bella's house. Edward struggled to move, but he couldn't.
It sounded, to Edward's
astonishment, like Demetri. More noise. The sounds of a struggle. Glass
shattered. Wood cracked. There was an explosion of gunfire. Edward knew that
sound. It was Charlie's shotgun.
Aro perked up. Jane lost her train
of thought, freeing Edward. The three of them ran for the house.
They arrived to find Demetri's
corpse sprawled across the front yard, his head upside down on the hood of
Bella's pickup. Emmett lay on the porch, a hole in his gut the size of a
basketball.
"Sorry, dude," he said
through gritted teeth. "I killed the tracker, but I didn't plan on a human with military hardware."
Charlie stood behind them both, the
shotgun ready. The front door sat askew on its hinges and glass littered the
porch. Emmett's wound was already healing, but he would need a few minutes
before he'd be able to function again.
Edward put himself between Emmett
and Charlie, while Aro and Jane bent over Demetri's decaying corpse, obviously
upset.
"Where's Bella?" Edward
screamed.
"Now hold on there, Edward. I
don't know what-"
Edward was in his face immediately.
He put his hand over the end of the shotgun. "Tell me where she is. She's
in more danger right now than you can possibly imagine."
Aro stood up and brushed debris
from his pants. "Our mutual acquaintance is correct, sir. Charles, is
it?"
Edward stepped forward, while
Charlie moved the shotgun in Aro's direction. "I don't know where she is,
Edward," Charlie said, keeping his eyes on Aro. "I went to get her
when I heard trouble coming, figuring it was you, but she's not in her room.
She disappeared."
He looked around at the scene in
front of his house and shook his head. "Now, before we go any further,
will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"
-30-
A/N Well that was fun. But where the hell is Bella? And what must Charlie
be thinking right now? And Aro? He’s crazier than I thought he’d be. What a
nutjob.
Thanks, as always, to MazzyStarla for her wisdom. And thanks to all
who've reviewed, followed, or faved for validating my existence. ;) Y'all rule.
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