High Noon
A sequel to Breaking Dawn
1. The Plot
Aro, Caius, and Marcus sat in a triangle, discussing there troubles. Caius started a speech about the Children of the Moon, but cut it short when Marcus pretended to doze off.
"We have a new member. Her name's Sami. She can teleport!" Aro said, then changed the subject.
"Listen, now! The plot is going good. The guard has mapped Forks and what areas we should hit first. …..here's the plan…"
Far away, in Volterra, Aro talked about the plot, Caius thought about werewolves, and Marcus looked bored, which was pretty much whatever he did normally. In Romania, Stefan and Vladimir thought about sweet, sweet, revenge.
I maneuvered my car through the streets of Forks, Renesmee in the backseat. I thought worriedly about the Volturi. Even though it hadn't come to a fight (much to the Romanian's disappointment), they still might decide they didn't want to deal with the shape shifters and the Cullen family after all, and attack. As I turned into Charlie's driveway, I smelled something burning. And by the sounds of dismay coming from the kitchen, Charlie had attempted to fix lunch himself and failed.
Charlie came running out the front door, waving frantically at the smoke around his face with one hand, a blackened spoon in the other.
"Hey Bells," he coughed, eyes watering, "I tried to fix you lunch, but……"
"It's alright Dad, I already ate!" I mentally added drank as my throat burned slightly.
"Okay Dad, may as well get this over with," I sighed, "get your fishing gear." Renesmee, who'd climbed out of the car after me, squealed with delight. Somehow, the hate for fishing had skipped her completely.
Completely unable to fathom it, I watched Charlie hurry into the car, piled high with fishing gear. Putting the car, into reverse, I drove back to my new home near the river.