I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT
Chapter Three
EDWARD'S POV
"That settles it," Emmett says after Alice explains her vision, "Now we have to go after her."
"I don't think that's going to work so well," I say.
"How come?" Emmett asks.
"Well, we don't know where she is for one. She has to be hiding somewhere where the humans won't hear four screaming humans transforming into vampires. And now there will be a total of six of them," Jasper answers for me.
"At least six," I add, "She might have already bitten some or she might be planning on making more."
"Well then what do we do?" Emmett asks.
No one says anything for a moment.
"Well," Carlisle says eventually, "We could call the Alaskan coven."
"Don't bother," Alice says, "They're not there. They won't be back until a month or two from now."
"T-then what do we do?" Emmett asks.
"Don't worry," Carlisle says, "Everything will be alright. We'll think of something eventually." His voice sounds very confident, but his thoughts are anything but.
Everyone seems to be uneasy as they leave the living room and go about their business.
Jasper goes to get a book, but as he tries to read it, he keeps shifting uncomfortably and he never seems to turn the page.
Alice says she's going to her room to lie down, but she keeps pacing around wondering what we're going to do.
Emmett and Rosalie go up to their room and just talk, something they're usually too busy to do when they're alone except for in between kisses.
Esme begins cleaning things that really do not need to be cleaned, doing it at human speed so it takes up more time.
Carlisle sits down beside me on the couch and turns on the news, but he doesn't really pay attention to it; he's to consumed by his thoughts.
No use worrying about something that can't be changed. One of us will think of something eventually; we always do, I think, turning my attention to the news.
"...And luckily no one was injured." The anchorman says. "In other news, there has been no progress in the hunt for the large wolves that have been spotted around Forks and La Push. Any sightings should be reported to..."
The werewolves! Most of them would love a good fight, I realize. They could help us out with Victoria and her new-borns. I look at the idea from all angles, trying to spot any flaws. The worst thing that could happen is they say no.
"I've got an idea," I say. Instantly everyone that left is back in the living room again.
"What?" Carlisle asks.
"The werewolves," I say simply.
"No," Emmett says, "That would never work. What reason could the wolves have for helping us?"
"They don't have any reason to help us," I say, "But they have plenty of reasons why they shouldn't let newborns run around the area. New-borns got to eat. A lot.
"It might work," Carlisle says slowly, "It's definitely worth a try."
"Humph," Emmett says, "Well let's go and get it over with."
"Emmett, it's the middle of the night," Esme says, "Don't you think this better wait 'til morning?"
"I suppose," he says.
"Then it's settled," Carlisle says, "First thing in the morning."