Writers comment: This is a bit of a short chapter but I will definitely be uploading a long third chapter. Enjoy and don't forget to review :)

JPOV:

I sat on the couch barely paying attention to what was on the TV. Three days had passed since the arrival of the Volturi. I had assumed the worst since no one had come here yet. But I needed to get more answers from the Blonde Ice Queen. She was the only person here who had seen everything. Only we hadn't spoken. I avoided her and she avoided me. I heard a page turn from the table behind me. Well. Here goes nothing.

I stood up and walked towards the table where she was reading a book. The silence was hitting her hard too. Not hearing from anyone was getting frustrating, especially from her hulk of a boyfriend. Both of us wished we could hear from someone. ''We need to talk.''

She looked up from her book to give me a death stare then continued reading. Realising that this wasn't going anywhere, I snatched the book from her hands. ''I said... we need to talk.'' I tried saying a little more firmly.

''I have nothing to say to you, you filthy mutt. Give that book back before I do something I won't regret.'' she spat.

This was getting annoying. ''C'mon. This isn't any easier for me you know. Do you really have to be such a pain? As much as you might not like the idea, we have to get along. It won't help you, me or Nessie. Now I think I deserve to know what happened.''

She sighed. ''Fine. But not here. She might wake up and hear.'' She stood up and gestured for me to go first. Wow. Did she really think I would try to attack her after all that had happened? I put the book down on the table and walked out the door. I never thought I would be letting a vampire walk behind me. We walked until we were far enough from the house for Ness not to hear us, but close enough to see if anything was going on.

Blondie was trying to keep her distance but I could still smell her. I had to admit that spending time at the Cullen's helped me to get used to their individual scents. Hers wasn't so bad now. I couldn't say the same for the clothes I took from whatever the yellow-eyed vamps name was who lived here. I stopped when we reached the tree line and turned to face her. She sure took her time catching up. I rolled my eyes.

''I want to know more about what happened,'' I asked before putting my hands in my pockets.

''I don't know what you want to know.'' she sighed, clearly annoyed. ''But the Volturi is dead now. They aren't a threat anymore. Bella and Edward were specifically targeted. The Denali didn't make it either. I won't describe everything that happened. I'll just get to how I found you. There were piles of burning vampires all over the clearing. When the last of the Volturi were left I started looking for... Emmett. I managed to track his scent down and found him fighting with Felix. I was too late to help him. But I avenged him.'' She looked up at me when she said that and I could see the pain of loss in her eyes.

''So after that I saw your fake ID along with Renesmee's and tracked your scent here. I wanted to make sure that she was safe. When I got here I found her crying over you and she begged me to ''wake you up''. I saw that you were bitten so I sucked the venom out.'' at this point she looked like she was about to gag. ''Your ribs were broken so I had to re-break them.''

It took a minute for me to take all of it in. I could tell that she was still thinking about Emmett. She wanted to cry again. I know it shouldn't have bothered me, only it did. Was it because of my grief for Bella and the pack? That didn't make sense. Why should I care? Why should how Blondie feels bother me? ''Rosalie... I'm sorry.'' She didn't say anything. I walked up to her and pulled her into a hug. She didn't protest and began crying dry sobs onto my chest. I hadn't known until recently that vampires couldn't cry tears. Her icy skin cooled mine. The smell of apples and honey hit my nose. This was gonna be easier if she didn't have the all too familiar smell of bleach and ammonia that other vampires had.

RPOV:

I dug my face into his chest feeling overwhelmed as minutes ticked by. I was still thinking about him. Why could I feel his chest now? My Emmett. I was crying on a werewolf's chest and imagining that he was Emmett. How pathetic. I could never bear children, but now that I had the chance to raise one, I had lost my Emmett. A heavy price to pay. I hoped that wherever Alice and Jasper were, they were happy. They ran. They didn't have to go through all of this. His hug got tighter. No. This was different. This hug was warm. Safe. I mentally slapped myself. This was supposed to be my enemy. I was supposed to hate him. How could I think about him?

I wasn't even repelled by the wet dog smell anymore. I was quickly taken out of my thoughts. ''Hey. You wanna go back now? Ness might be awake.''

''Yeah.'' I quickly stepped out of his arms. Feeling a little embarrassed. He raised an eyebrow. ''Cool.''

We walked back side by side this time in silence. I felt his hand brush against mine before his fingers wrapped around my hand. I wanted to yell at him but I was okay with it. I mean I cried on his chest. This wasn't as bad. Was it?

The rhythmic sound of running shook the cold forest air. Someone was coming. Jake squeezed my hand and began to brace himself for any potential danger. A low growl slipped through my teeth. Like lightning, four figures appeared and came to a standstill.