DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I own nothing.
Author's Note: I am so sorry that I haven't updated in forever. I've been really busy. I don't know when I will be able to post the next chapter, but I hope in the meantime, this satisfies you.
Cullen Home
Carlisle and the rest of the family stood together, all looking at the pieces of Edward's body. They felt sadness, anguish, but most of all, they felt relieved.
"I hope you don't mind that we did that," Jacob said, looking at Carlisle, "It needed to be done though. We hope this will not cause a rift between our two families."
Carlisle spoke up, "It needed to be done. Edward had caused this family enough pain to last a few lifetimes. It will not cause a rift between us, I guarantee you that."
"We should be thanking you," Alice piped up, "We've been wanting to do that for ages. We just couldn't find a very good reason."
"Why are you all not mad?," Jacob asked in confusion, "Wouldn't you be, at least, a little angry with us?"
"Dude, why should be? Like everyone else said, he was causing problems. We finally don't have to hear anymore about his pathetic life or deal with his constant moping around. The douchebag deserves it. Especially after what he does to Bella," Emmett grimly said.
"If you don't mind, we'll take our leave," Sam said from his place in front of the pack.
"Of course, Sam. You are all welcome here at any time. Good day," Carlisle kindly said.
The pack left one by one, leaving Jacob to close the door. Once the pack were out of ear-shot, the rest of the family let out a sigh together.
"I must ask," Carlisle hesitantly started, "Does anyone want him back? I'm making sure. Right now, we have a limited time before he starts healing again, and we need to decide this now." Carlisle turned toward his family. "Democracy style. Raise your hand for finishing him off."
One by one, each of the family members raised their hands.
"It is decided."
Each vampire grabbed a piece of Edward's body and carried it out to the backyard. Once there, they dropped the pieces into a pile and stood back.
Carlisle lit a match and dropped it onto the pile.
The remaining Cullen family watched together as the pieces burned.
After a few minutes, Esme turned to look into Carlisle's eyes. "What do we do now?"
Carlisle turned his eyes upon his wife. "We decided wether we stay here or not. We also need to make sure that Charlie is ok."
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