Whoa. I got a lot of really nice reviews for last chapter! I'm so happy right now. Guess what guys, we've broke the 100 mark! Hooray! Keep reviewing guys, I really need/want the feedback.
And yes, Delliz you did mention that Anthony will be back aaaaaall the way back in the second book. So yeah, you win the "I guessed mystery person first," award. –hands cookie-
But I do have to say:
MIKE!? Guys, seriously, would I bring back Mike? Lmao. Edward's reaction to Mike saving them, PAHA! Maybe I should bring him back, just for that. Haha, just kidding.
song: Goodbye to you :: Michelle Branch
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Of all the things I've believed in
I just want to get it over with
Tears form behind my eyes
But I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by
(Laurent's POV)
"Bella," Emmett echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. "What about Bella?"
"Well," she said thoughtfully. "We lost her. The note is talking about finding the lost. Maybe, and this is a huge maybe, perhaps she can be found."
"What?" Edward asked skeptically, but I could hear the hope in his voice. "But that's not possible, her ashes are there. He wouldn't have faked her death."
Alice bit her lip. "But just now," she said, "in my vision, I saw her death before I saw Edward's."
"Are you sure?" I asked. "Are you positive there's no possibility that your vision was wrong?"
Edward sighed, his face falling. "No, I saw it too."
"Oh," Esme frowned. "I guess it was just wishful thinking. . ."
Rosalie looked down at the floor. "I don't mean to be a bother, but I mean, are you absolutely positive that she actually died? I mean, maybe she survived. Did you actually see the flames?"
"She's gone!" Edward snapped, closing his eyes tightly. "Bella is gone, and it's too late to save her. Honestly, I don't give a shit what this guy wants us to find. I don't care if I'm next. As a matter of fact, he's probably watching us right now, laughing at us for actually falling for this."
Emmett blinked. "Do you think he's actually watching?"
"He must be," I admitted. "After all, he must have known when Bella was going upstairs alone."
Emilie raised an eyebrow. "I gotta admit. That's pretty creepy. . . ."
"This whole situation is scary," Alice shook her head. "It wouldn't surprise me if he was watching."
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
Jasper sighed, "Carlisle, can I speak with you for a moment?" he asked. "Alone?"
Carlisle nodded, "Sure Jasper," he said, leading him away towards his study.
"Alice," Edward asked, "Would you mind coming with me somewhere?"
She nodded. "Of course, Edward." She said, following her brother out the front door. I sighed, as I watched them through the window, running off.
An hour or so passed, before there was a knock at the door. We all stared at it, apprehensive whether or not to actually answer it.
"I'll get it," Esme finally said.
Emmett beat her to the door. "I got it," he said, flinging it open. But when he came back inside, he was alone. There was another piece of paper in his hand.
"Life is full of sacrifices. Unfortunately, some things are more difficult to give up then others."
"Oh no," Emilie breathed. "Edward. . . ."
"No!" Emmett snapped. "Alice will make sure that nothing happens to him. No one else is going to die."
I shook my head. "We need to call Alice," I said. "She has nothing to warn her now. She won't be able to do anything if they surprise her."
Rosalie immediately whipped out her cell phone, and held down one of the numbers. After a while, her mouth formed into an 'O' of horror.
She started pacing the room, shaking her head mechanically. "What do you mean, Alice?" she snapped. "Well, that's not good enough!" There was a long pause. "So what are you trying to tell me? That my brother is dead?"
Alice sobbed the last part loud enough for us all to hear.
"Yes,"
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
But it's not right
"Dammit," Emilie cursed under her breath. "Not another one. . ." she sighed. "Well, this sucks."
Emmett looked angry. "This sucks? This sucks? That's all you have to say?"
"What?" She asked, "It's not like he's actually dead. I mean, look at the note. If Bella isn't dead, then Edward isn't either."
Rosalie stared at her. "Do you honestly believe that?"
"I'm telling you, she's not deeeaaad." She sang the last word, drawing it out, and she folded her arms over her chest.
I finally looked over at Esme, who looked as if someone had just driven a stake through her heart. Her usually bright topaz eyes were dead, completely lifeless.
"Esme?" I put a hand on her shoulder.
She shook her head. "Both of them . . . they're both gone."
"I'm going to go tell Carlisle and Jasper," Emmett said, shooting a glare at my wife and walking slowly up the stairs.
"Well," Rosalie said, offering a small smile. "Hopefully, Carlisle is right, and they're both together now."
Emilie scoffed. "Yes, they are." She said, "Because they are not dead."
"Drop it, Emilie," I sighed.
She frowned. "Laurent, you have to believe me."
"Right now," I sighed, "I have no idea what to believe."
I watched as Carlisle and Jasper walked down the stairs, the pain radiating off of them just as much as their other siblings. Esme immediately fell into her husband's arms, crying tearless sobs. Rosalie and Emmett followed suit, and Emilie stood stubbornly.
"She is not dead," she sighed. "Neither is Edward, I am telling you."
No one spoke to her for the rest of the night.
Except Alice. When Alice got home, she actually questioned Emilie about it.
"Do you really think they're alive?" she asked through her sobs.
She nodded. "I really do."
Alice just nodded, and cried some more. But despite her obvious depression, I saw some piece of hope in her eyes. I think that she almost believed her.
Almost.
And when the stars fall
I will lie awake
You're my shooting star