I had waited in my room for the clock to slowly move toward midnight. It was painfully slow and it reminded me of eternity. Each hand on the clock moved too slow. To pass time, I had reread a few books out of my collection: Atonement and the Other Boleyn Girl.
It wasn't until I noticed the soft 'bong' from the grandfather clock from down stairs. I quietly locked my door and opened the window. I took a quick look behind me then at the ground below. I jumped from the window landing, hopefully, silent as a ninja on the snow. I looked back behind me and waited to hear any movement from the house before darting toward the wood.
Aurora's hint was present in my mind. [i]Follow the red ribbons.[/i] Once in the forest, I looked for any hint of red. Scoping all around me I noticed a small flicker in between a few trees when the wind blew from the east. There's going to be a storm far worse than some of the others we've had since our departure from our old home.
I followed the red ribbon and finally caught Aurora's scent. Every twenty or so yards there was a red ribbon so I wouldn't get lost. Finally I reached them, Aurora had brought Solomon. Obviously he, if he didn't already know, would know soon enough.
She was pacing, paving a trail in the snow. For the first time in a long time, she wasn't the bouncing bubbly girl I'd spent nearly a century with. She was completely serious and when those few moments crept up and snapped you like a whip, you knew something terrible was in store.
"Blythe," She stopped pacing and looked at me. Her normally luscious radiant red hair was now arid and frizzy. Exhaustion was present on her face making her body droop. Her eyes were the darkest shade of black; she hadn't eaten in days. I mentally kicked myself for not seeing how whatever she'd heard amongst Emily's thoughts had affected her.
"Don't beat yourself up," she shook her head. "I've been hiding it." She offered a small smile to reassure me but it had definitely not done so.
"What is it you wanted to tell me?" I hugged her side.
"Emily. Have you ever wondered why she wanted to destroy these people? The Cullens?" I shook my head which urged her forward after she released a small sigh. "About two or three centuries ago, she was in a coven before ours. It was small, just her and one other, Sybbyl.
"Sybbyl had a friend, Carlisle. She grew infatuated by Carlisle. From what I perceived, the two were nothing more than friends but Emily thought otherwise. She turned on Sybbyl to gain her 'trophy.' Her Carlisle.
"Afterward she visited Carlisle and told him of her deed. He was appalled at what she did to her friend and the woman who turned her. She tried to reason with him that they were meant to be and Sybbyl was hindering 'their' love.
"He did not believe her and left town. When she found out, she swore revenge; make him pay for destroying her already dead heart." She paused and Solomon squeezed her shoulder.
"We're an 'army,' Blythe." She frowned. "Once she's destroyed Carlisle and his coven, she'll destroy us too."