Chapter Three – Surprise
"Nessie, relax. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to Leah. If anyone were to fear her it'd be your mother. They never did take a liking to each other," laughed Aunt Alice. Uncle Jas had told her of my emotional climate apparently. "I know the others don't approve of Jake in that he smells and is occasionally rude," her bell chime voice giggles again without the awkward brokenness that a normal human does, "but he does love you with all his heart, Nessie. We understand that. Your mother and father should more than anyone else I thought." There was silence after this. We were within earshot of the others now, though of course Dad had still heard the entire conversation through our heads, but still, no need for everyone else to hear.
We as a smoothly gliding bunch crossed in front of what used to be the Swan residence to wait for the wolves, which were indeed near, we could smell them. A little blonde boy poked his head through the curtains on the second level. I saw that it was my mom's old room he was in. I tried to remember his name; although he was small he was actually our age. Or, rather the age we were pretending to be, and thus also attended Forks High School. My father chuckled, "His name is Chuck. Chuck Wilder. He's been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you all day. He's debating whether he should come out now, Nessie." I sighed and frowned at the news. I've got an admirer? That's splendid.
"Well, Nessie. I'm sure Jacob would have to worry about him more than you about Leah," added Mom from behind me. I thought she was joking but she was not. She was looking at me as if she thought she'd suddenly develop a mind reading gift. Like she wanted to know every thought I'd ever had. It was the look she gave me that reminded me how much she cared and how much she loved me as I loved her. Suddenly Aunt Alice gasped in surprise from her new vision and stared wide-eyed at my father.
"They're coming," he announced, I shrugged it off knowing he meant the wolves, "They want us to fight." Now this caught my attention, why would the wolves want us to fight? Then miles away, I searched for the scent that my family's must stronger full vampire noses had already caught. I smelled the sweet scent of a vampire, but this scent was odd in a way. I searched harder and a dangerous sense of recognition fell upon me. Stefan and Alistair had arrived.
We all ran to meet them. All fearing what they would ask of us. We knew already, of course. They wanted us to fight the Volturi, but we would not. Would we? Of course not, I can't imagine, a suicide mission, it would be. Unless of course - my thoughts veered as I caught the scents of many more less familiar vampires – they had brought, drafted soldiers, new borns.