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Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie and Esme burst through the trees right in front of their house.
"Edward!" Esme screamed, running towards the burning house. Carlisle threw his arms around her waist, pulling her back.
"Esme, Esme!" he tried, but it was as if she didn't hear him.
"Edward! Bella! Oh god, Edward! Bella!" Esme thrashed against him. "Carlisle please, we have to do something!"
"Esme, we can't go in," Carlisle said dejectedly into her ear. "I love you, I can't let you go in the house and burn to death."
"Carlisle, Edward and Bella are in there!" Esme screamed.
"It's too late Esme," he said quietly. "There's no way anyone could survive in that fire, human or not."
Esme went limp in Carlisle's arms, dry sobbing. Rosalie and Emmett stood, wrapped around each other, shocked grief splashed across their faces. Rosalie had never particularly liked Bella, but she didn't want her dead…
"We should have seen this," Rosalie said in a hollow voice. "We left them unprotected, we should have known…"
"How did Edward not hear the ones who did this?" Emmett asked, not expecting an answer. Esme still was limp in Carlisle's arms, loudly mourning the death of her son and who she considered a daughter. Rosalie turned, wrapping her arms around Emmett. Emmett's face contorted in pain as he rubbed Rose's back.
"Come on," he muttered, pulling her away from the burning house. "They might need us." Rosalie stood frozen for a minute then nodded, walking backwards through the trees, before turning around and running as fast as her legs could carry her. She'd never before wanted to cry as much as she did now. Not when she realized her life was over, not when she found out she would never have the life she wanted. Nothing compared to the pain of losing a brother.
Esme collapsed to the ground in front of the burning house, Carlisle still wrapped around her just in case. Her head whipped up.
"Carlisle," she hissed. "Did you hear that?"
"There was nothing Esme," he said.
"No, Carlisle," Esme said, pulling herself to her feet. "Carlisle, I swear to you I heard something."
"Esme…"
"No, I did!" she protested.
"Carlisle! Help!" Carlisle stood suddenly, hearing his name.
"Edward?" Carlisle called.
"Carlisle, help us!" Edward cried. Carlisle followed the sound of Edward's voice around until he saw Edward crouched under a tree with the writhing Bella in his arms.
"Edward!" Esme screamed, sliding on the damp ground to hug him.
"How did you get out?" Carlisle asked, checking over Bella.
"I heard their thoughts, they tried to hide it but they were too hyped up. When I jumped it jarred her a bit," Edward said, turning his attention back to Bella. "Is she ok?"
"Her heartbeat is slowing, she'll be through the change soon," Carlisle assured her. "Rosalie and Emmett think you're dead. They went back to join the others."
"Don't tell them," Edward said quickly. "If Anastasia thinks she's dead, she probably won't try again. She seems to be the kind of person that would take Bella just because she failed to kill her."
Carlisle nodded. "They won't be happy when they find out," he said.
"They'll forgive us."
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Jasper was drowning in the rage, hate, all emotions he felt too, so he couldn't push them out. He screamed raggedly and threw Jonas off of him. The smaller boy flew fifty feet before crashing into a stump. He snarled, his lips curling over his teeth before charging Jasper again. Jasper transferred his weight as the smaller boy crashed into him. Jasper twisted and threw Jonas over his head and he flew into the fire. Jonas screamed, catching fire immediately.
It took him a disturbingly long time to burn into a crisp. When he stopped screaming, Jasper quickly separated the ashes. Just in case. As soon as Jonas was dead, Jasper felt the weight of his hate and anger leave him. Jasper's own emotions were still there, just not as chokingly horrible as before.
He realized as he separated the ashes that that is all Jonas could do. He could project, but he couldn't project anything happy. All he could do was despair and anger, or emotions such as that. Maybe it was because that was all he knew, maybe that was just the limit of his power, but for a millisecond, Jasper pitied the boy. All the sympathy was gone as he recalled everything Jonas had done to him and Alice, not to mention Ash and Phoenix.
He glanced at the others. Ash was still fighting tooth and nail with Anastasia, but at the same time trying to keep her eye on Phoenix. The love of her immortal life was on motionless in a crouch, Phillipe touching his arm. Ash kept throwing up walls in front of where Anastasia planned on hitting her, but because she was so distracted, the walls would dissipate as soon as Anastasia's fist or foot bounced off. Jasper forced out the horror and devastation being emitted by Phoenix's prone form, not to mention the worry and anger riding Ash. He turned his gaze to the Alices.
Neither of them were pulling any punches. Normally Alice would have no trouble deflecting attack, but Anastasia could be even more instinctual than Jasper. Running on instincts alone, it was a fairly even fight. He winced, having difficulty watching it, but not sure what to do about it.
Ash screamed in frustration, finally pushing away her turmoil. She tossed Anastasia away like an old rag doll. Anastasia landed on her feet not far from Jasper. Ash threw up a bubble around herself, Phoenix and Phillipe. She raced around to the other side of Phoenix, making sure to keep out of Phillipe's reach.
"Come on!" she hissed. "Don't you dare give in now!" Phoenix stirred slightly, but Phillipe growled and turned back to him with a new intensity.
"Phoenix!" she screamed. "Phoenix you listen to me! We will NOT be taken over by this bitch! We will not go back!"
"How touching," Anastasia sneered, mere feet from Jasper. Jasper and Anastasia were between Alice and "Alice" and the bubble containing Ash, Phoenix and Phillipe.
"Crap," he muttered enthusiastically.
"Well here we are," Anastasia said conversationally, as if they were discussing something as trivial as the tides. "You are so obviously separated from your family. Two on two, seems like fair odds." Anastasia laughed at the use of his earlier words. "So why don't you just come with us and same yourself the trouble, yes?"
"What you don't seem to realize," Jasper said with a growl, "is that Alice and I would gratefully die instead of going back with you."
Anastasia sighed, and looked around her. "Well, that can be arranged easily." She launched herself at Jasper, her features contorted with a vicious hiss. She shoved him to the ground and from the corner of his eye he saw one of the two Alices thrown to the ground, slow to get up.
Question was, was it his wife or his enemy?
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