Emmet's POV

Esme was frozen in shock. Her eyes were drained of love, of emotion. Of all of those motherly instincts she had for us. Her knee's seemed to buckle under her and she dropped to the ground, wailing tearless sobs...

Oh man. Carlisle... I thought. Fuelled with rage I shouted and ran, straight at the wolf who had torn of Carlisle's head. But I was too late. Esme screeched and knocked me to the side.

"That one." She said. "Is mine." She spun around and the wolf let out a magnificent roar. I spotted a chocolate-brown wolf pounce upon Esme. They rolled around of the floor for moments, scratching and clawing one and other. The fight begun. All wolves advanced, all feeling loss. It was a blood bath. I ran, jumped into the air and brought my boot into the side of a wolf's head, it yelped and was thrown back into the tree line.

"Emmet!" Rosalie shouted, I spun, one of them was on top of her, his jaws snapping inches from her neck, her hands only just able to pry the wolf's jaw open.

"Rose!" I screamed as I flew across the opening, crashing like a car into the wolf. Rose jumped to her feet and spun. I noticed what she was looking at. Edward, with Renesmee. A wolf ran straight at them.

"Over my pile of ashes!" Rosalie roared, I grabbed her leg and she kicked off my torso, propelling her in Edward's direction. I only managed to get a quick look as Rose landed right on top of the wolf. Another ran at me from the left, I grabbed the wolf, roared straight into its howling face

I threw my concrete hard fist at his head; he rolled over and smashed my head into the floor. I screeched as loud as I could, he was tearing my head off. Suddenly a low growl echoed in my ears and the wolf I then recognized as Quill was thrown across the floor, Jasper grabbed my hand.

"Thanks, brother" I said, a wolf charged at him from behind, he could see the fear in my eyes and he flipped his entire body in the air, letting the wolf come straight at my waiting fist. There was only the cracking of its skull upon impact. The wolf was dead.

I turned and spotted Esme with Paul growling at, she lunged just as he did and before it happened, I knew what was to come. Esme grabbed Paul's jaw after knocking his head away, he tried to turn to bite her but she kicked him to the floor and Paul slammed hard against the concrete, smashing it to pieces. He looked up once before Esme's foot came down hard and fast but Paul turned, his jaw clamped like an iron grip on Esme's ankle. She screamed once as the injured wolf rolled over, slamming Esme across the floor. I thought she had escaped his prying jaws at first, until I saw something drop out of Paul's mouth.

Esme's foot.

She was down, weak. Valuable.

"Esme!" Edward yelled, he dropped down, and helped her up, holding her still while she screamed at the loss of her limb. I ran to their aid but I was overcome by another wolf, it jumped up and I simply crashed my arm against his torso, rocketing him away. I turned and the wolf was still injured, moving towards them though. Esme dropped to her knees before it and lifted her hand high. It slammed into his skull and I cringed as the sound of his skull cracking into fragments, echoed along with the sound of his blood squelching.

Edward lifted Esme, who was still crying, into his arms, took her foot and ran into the trees, somewhere safe where she could repair it. I turned, looking for my precious Rose.

"Rose!" I shouted, she looked up, her eyes would be filled with tears if they could

She was there, holding Renesmee in her arms, a wolf charged. Rose flew forward, she punched the werewolf in the jaw, its fangs flew away and she drop kicked its head, snapping it, she turned, growled and continued to fight while hiding the baby.

Suddenly the rest of them howled and stood back, Rosalie was behind the remaining three werewolves who all looked at us. Esme was back, she was limping but her foot reattached. She stood, next to me, Edward next to her and Jasper on my other side. The wolves looked at each other, before they all turned and sprinted, not into the woods to safety, not even at us but all of them advanced on Rosalie.

"No!" we all screamed at the same time but they overcame her. She jumped, high, maybe fifteen ft into the air to try escape but a passing werewolf had already lunged at her, in mid-jump the werewolf wrapped his teeth around her torso and snapped it away.

My rock hard heart tore into fragments, those fragments were burning, shattering, and with each crack another stab of pain entered my chest. Rosalie!

"No!" Esme yelled

"Rose!" Jasper shouted.

Rosalie's waist and legs hit the floor first, before her head and torso rolled along the ground before it became skill. A rolled up blanket hit the floor, harshly, the baby.

I yelled Rosalie's name as I ran, lunged straight through the air at the Jared and immediately crushed his body with my impact, but that didn't stop me. My hands moved in an incomprehensible blur as they came back and forth, smashing like colliding boulders against the mutts face. Seconds later, his struggling body fell limp.

I turned, Edward dropped to his knees next to where the baby lay. still. not even crying. The other two remaining wolves howled, looked at us once before turning, and fleeing from the scene.

I focussed on the body before my eyes.

I didn't move, my attention was fully focussed on Rosalie. Her brown shirt was almost completely torn by the fangs of the wolf, her perfect, flawless skin scared, and torn straight down the middle because of them. I only realized it was raining minutes after It begun. The rain beat coldly against the back of my neck. I pressed my hands desperately against the side of her cheek, holding her head.

It was too late, my efforts to save her were futile.

"Rose?" I said, leaning over her lifeless body. There was silence for three seconds. "Rosalie!" Then a minute of silence before the sobs begun again. "Rose" I half-shouted at her.

Nothing.

Edward was sobbing also, I turned to look at him. He was leant up against the tree, cradling the blanket in his arms. The blanket that held Renesmee.

She was safe...wait...I listened carefully.

No heartbeat.

Edward looked up, his face scrunched up in mourning. He sobbed loudly into the air, crying. Esme burst out wailing as she fell to the floor, hugging me, then hugging Edward and Jazz. Is that all who was left?

It was dawn. We slowly walked back to the house. We buried Carlisle and Rosalie in the woods, in a nice place. Where the early morning birds sang and flowers grew. We put stones there for their headstones, and caved third names perfectly into the rock. We would not burn them...and they could not be healed...so it only meant a burial.

Only Renesmee was the only body we brought back. Edward had told us he knew Bella would want to see her when she knew.

Oh, Bella. How little she knew.

We held back our tears, held them back as much as we could until we got to the tree line and I spotted Alice's tiny form looking down at us all from the medical room's window. A second later she was at the back door, running for us.

"I saw a fight, but I don't know how it ended, the wolves, they blocked out everything, where's..." she started, as she looked around and then Esme broke. She fell to her knees.

"Carlisle!" she sobbed into her hands.

I broke down next to her, holding my motherly figure close to me, Edward sat down on the grass as well, holding Renesmee's body. Still rocking it. Alice started to cry and ran into Jasper's arms.

We had lost so many...

would we ever stop crying?