She's a dead man. She can't touch me. Now she's my final goal.

For if she does not die, I will surely not feel whole.

That's an eternity of agony, and devastation as well,

She won't hold out much longer, love, it's so easy to tell.

I'll find something that will kill her, on the inside or out,

This fight will end in victory, surely the Volturi, no doubt?

I seem to have a lot of time on my hands today so I'm posting a third chapter(: Enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them.

Imnevercomingbackpeace

Edward's P.O.V.

We all heard it. That piercing screech that would be forever stamped in our history. Someone had not only laid a hand on a Volturi, but had injured them in some way. I smiled a crooked smile and glanced at my Bella conquering such an achievement out of my peripheral vision. We had a chance. Not only to survive, but survive as a family.

"Edward, dear, Edward. Shame it had to end like this." Demetri growled.

Our hands were clenched into fists just strategizing on where was the best pressure point on the other. I could read his face like an open book. Thank god, for mind reading.

"Shame you had to ruin it." My interior was overprotective and proving tentativeness, even though my exterior was contradicting that.

I couldn't let him see that I was terrified. Not for my own life. Because what would life be if you could see everything, but the ones you loved? What would life be if you could hear vast distances, but never hear those beautiful rings of voices ever again? What would life be if you were somewhat living, but had nothing to live for? Well I sure as hell found somethings worth dying for. I knew that if I died right here and now I wish I could just tell everyone that I loved Bella and Reneesme for one last time, and if I survived, which was a chance that was shoved to the back of my mind, I needed them both in order to continue this eternal life.

I'm going to admit it. Demetri was a pretty muscular fellow. It's extremely difficult to tackle someone to the ground when they are practically twice the size of you. He wrapped his arms around me, practically in a bear hug and before I knew it, I was throw over his shoulder and slammed straight into the ground. Intense cracks and tears ripped through my body, but I didn't allow one sound to escape my mouth. It would be too distracting for the others. Instead, my face just coiled in devastation. That would leave a mark for a while.

I shuddered as I felt excruciating pain engulf me into a pit of nothingness. Wait, nothingness. There was only one person that I was definite about that could force someone into a hollow shell of pitch ebony. I almost forgot about Alec. And I almost forgot, now that this sensation was currently available, that could only mean that Bella's shield was finally withering away. I wish I had taken notice of his appearance sooner, maybe I wouldn't be trapped into this darkness. I could feel my body aching and twitching, but I couldn't see it. In a way, I guess this would be better. Much better, than watching the looks on everyone's faces when they know that death for me could possibly be inevitable.

Emmet's P.O.V.

I guess you could say that things weren't going particularly well on the men's side of the covens. At least not for the 'good guys'. We were all targets now. Like sitting ducks with signs hung around our necks screaming 'shoot us now'. As much as Edward was trying to be so unselfish, he shouldn't have. We all saw that Bella's shield has dispersed into weakness. We all saw that Edward was being internally attacked by Alec. The real problem that is present right now is: who is willing to take on two competitors and risk their life for another? Surely, I would jump straight into action and defend my brother in his time of need, but Chelsea was working her abilities to her advantage on me. She was loosening our brotherly love so that I wouldn't go all 'superman' and attack Demetri right here and now. I mean, come on Edward, I know you're fighting this guy just for Alice's sake, but with so many things filling your subconscious in the moment, you're in no mental condition to even be fighting right now.

I tried to run away, just so that I could clear my mind of Chelsea's bond-breaking. I kept taking steps backward, making sure no one was trying to attack me while I wasn't even taking notice. That's how this all started anyways. While I was just about there with focusing, I felt an electric shock graze my spine and I immediately turned around and glared at her.

"Kate, what are you doing?" I know that snarling at her probably wasn't the best idea as of right now, because this wasn't her fault. I mean Chelsea was probably loosening our bond as well, but hey I was pretty aggravated when I couldn't even knock some sense into her because one touch equals one hell of a lot of shock. Which would be even worse on account of we were all drenched with water from the storm that was clattering down on us. Just our luck. We were either going to be destroyed by the Volturi or destroyed by the people that we grew to respect as a family. Either way, the fate was horrible.

Wow, three chapters in one day. I feel so productive. Anyways, you know what to do to make me happy. And if you don't {[review]}. Just point and click(: poem=Jane's P.O.V.