Ten Seconds
"That answer your question?" Emmett asked. He seemed to be enjoying fighting. Wow, that was sure a surprise. Ha.
"Alice, I need to get to your car," I said.
"Edward, don't expect me to drive that Porsche if there's vampire guts on the seats!" she yelled as we took off out of the castle.
We got to the car, and I instantly found what I was looking for. My jacket. The one that I wore most the time when I was in La Push. The one that hadn't been washed way too recently. This had better work, I thought as I pulled it on. Emmett was headed down to join us. He wouldn't miss being able to kick Luke's butt. The rest of the family was right behind him. Rethinking my idea, I grabbed my iPod and cell phone and threw them in the pockets. Music, especially if I could find some good Paramore, could be a really good inspiration to fight. And my phone in case I had to run.
"He's at the clock tower," Alice told us. The second I heard it I took off. I heard them calling after me, but didn't listen. I just ran.
When I reached the clock, there he was. Leaning against the brick. Looking as innocent as any other citizen. If you didn't count the blood dripping down his chin. Or how the granite that was his skin glittered in the bright sunlight. I approached. Quickly.
"Why do you want to kill me?" I asked simply.
"Oh, child. It's not as simple as a single reason to kill you," he replied. His voice was smooth and fluent.
"But it is."
"You have hundreds of years before you see the world as I-"
"I have hundreds of years on my conscience, thank you very much. Would you believe I'm only three years old, technically?" He probably wouldn't. I looked like a ten year old.
"Well, hybrids do age quickly, don't they?"
"Yes. But how would you understand, you leech?"
"I would understand better than you think, mor-"
"Don't you dare call me mortal. Don't even try."
"Chi-"
"I have the intellect of an adult."
"What do you wish I call you then?"
"My name."
"And how exactly do you expect me to know that?"
"So, are you telling me you've tracked me down to kill me, worked up a complete newborn army, guaranteed the Volturi to destroy you, and don't even know my name?" He stepped forward a bit, but pulled back when a breeze flowed off my jacket.
"What is that stench?" he demanded.
"Oh, nothing. Just werewolf." He looked at me with disgust. I just smiled.
"You associate with those beasts? They haven't killed you yet?" he said in surprise.
"No, actually, one imprinted on me."
"What is 'imprint'?"
"Oh, nothing. Just the easiest way to find a soul mate in the history of the supernatural world. Now are you going to get on with killing me or should I kill you first?"
"Oh, such a good point. I guess I should make it quick."
"You haven't answered my question."
"Excuse me?"
"Why are you going to kill me?"
"Two reasons, actually. The first, is to avenge James, Laurent, and Victoria. The second, is that you're a danger to our secrecy."
"A danger to our secrecy? Me, a danger to our secrecy? Well excuse me for being observant, but you've created sixty newborns in the track of two, maybe three weeks. Not to mention that the whole city of Volterra will be killed for witnessing your little feeding session. Ha. And I'm a danger."
"Fine then. I'll just do it to avenge them then…" He trailed off when I attacked him. It was easy. In the course of ten seconds, I had him torn apart. A violent process, yes, but necessary. All that was left was to burn him.