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Chapter 11 - Another Little Hole

JacobPOV

The trees have gone silent on me. I can't hear them whispering to me and I can't feel the earth beneath my feel. I feel a branch snap back into my face and the blood drip from the cut in my cheek but I can't stop. I can't breathe and the burn in my chest is becoming unbearable.

I am a monster.

I hear a wolf howl in the distance and I turned round to run in the opposite direction. I don't even see the root as I trip over it and land in the woodland floor, leaves and moss springing up to cover me. Yes, bury me. Let me hide in the earth and disappear. My heart is pounding so loud I can barely hear the sobs erupting from my chest. I killed Chief Swan. i killed Charlie. I killed Bella's father.

And I was seen.

My life is over.

The heavy breathing approaching me snapped me out of the painful circle and I sat up to face the end. I mean, there had to be some kind of rule about killing humans, and presumably an instant death penalty? Deal with all problems quickly and decisively? Well, good. I closed my eyes as I spotted the huge shape running through the trees.

I'm sorry Bella.

The running skidded to a stop in front of me and there was nothing... No pain, no tearing or ripping just... nothing. I carefully opened one eye and got an eyeful of Embry's ass.

"Oh dude!"

"Hey, you looked Jake." He slid his ripped shorts on and sat on the floor in front of me. I shook my head and sighed. "So, what the hell happened?"

"Oh Embry... I didn't mean it."

"Didn't mean what?"

I shook my head again, not wanting to say the words.

"Sam'll be here in a minute. He's really pissed at you, but don't worry about it. You're new. You'll get it soon."

"Get what?" I could feel the anger building, "How to be a monster? A killer?"

"Jeez, Jake, i thought you'd be cool with all this. I mean hanging out with the Vampire girl..."

"Don't call her that."

"Come on Jake, don't you think it's kinda funny that you have the same taste in girls as our mortal enemy?"

The few memories I have of Bella and that leech comes crashing through my head. Him kissing her when my father and I went to visit Charlie, seeing him forcing her to dance at their prom... and on her birthday when he refused to let her drive her own truck to his damn house. We might have the same taste but I would never treat her like that... like an object, I would never have left her in the woods, waiting to die... I would never...

I could vaguely hear Embry's voice, "Hey man, you might want to calm down..."

Calm? How could I be calm when my Bella was out there, alone, scared, in pain?

I felt the burning build in my skin. Oh no... not again...

Well, that's another set of clothes gone Jake. I had seen Embry dissolve into a wolf in front of me and had been amazed. It looked so horrendous, like an explosion... and yet it felt easier this time.

Oh, the voices are back.

That's just the way it is. So, come on. Let's go find Sam.

I'm here, Embry, go back to the line and patrol. I'll take Jacob back.

Sure thing boss. See you later Jacob.

Bye.

Sam turned his head and stared at me. So, what happened?

How could I tell him? I saw my fist hitting Charlie's face and the silence afterwards. I saw that woman's scared face... and then I looked up and saw Sam's concern. He knew?

I see everything you see in your head. Brothers have no secrets.

Damn it.

This is a huge problem, Jacob. Do you think she could identify you?

I... don't know... My bike...

You left your bike there?

I didn't think

That's painfully obvious. Let's get you back, get some clothes and Paul, and then we'll go after the vampires...

Bella...

We'll get the vampires on the Makah res first and then we'll see about Bella.

I sighed, unable to fight anymore.

We have to get you out of here for a while.

EPOV

I killed her. I killed her.

Her blood is all over me. Her head in my hands.

I killed her.

I always knew the monster inside me would win and now it has.

Oh Bella, I killed you. I'm so sorry.

She looks so different in death but I'd know you anywhere. Oh Bella. I killed you.

Jasper wants me to let go of you... of your beautiful face, but how can I when you are all I have left. Nothing else matters now. Nothing. You are dead, and I will never see your face blush or your eyes sparkle.

I shall just sit here with you for a while until the buzzing in my brain stops and then when I am clear I shall jump into those flames and it will all be fine.

I can't feel my arms and legs anymore, Bella. I can't feel anything except the rock on my face. Is this how I felt to you every time you rested your cheek on mine? Jasper is taking you away from me now, but that's okay. I don't deserve to have you near me.

Jasper is saying goodbye and he thinks I am a lost cause. Jasper is right. I am lost. I can never be found again now you aren't here to find me.

If I hide my face in my knees I will become one with the rock and will stop feeling this emptiness, Bella. The rock is solid and I will become solid too. The people who are coming up the hill won't even see me. The helicopter that I can hear in the distance will probably land on me and that will be fine too, Bella.

Jasper wants me to run. He doesn't understand yet. He doesn't understand there is nothing left now you are gone. No, Jasper. Leave me here.

Fine, take me somewhere else. I can be a rock anywhere.

Mrs NewtonPOV

Damn phone. Why can't I stop my hands from shaking?

"911 Emergency..."

"Hello... hello?"

"Yes, ma'am. How can I direct your call?"

"I'm at Chief Swan's house. I think he's dead."

"There is already a cruiser on it's way, ma'am."

There was a distant siren approaching.

"I can hear the sirens."

"An ambulance will be with you shortly."

"Thank you..." I hung up the phone as the cruiser stopped.

"Mrs Newton? Karen?" It was Keith and Jimmy, thank God, familiar faces.

"He's in there..." Keith ran into the house and I heard him swear. Jimmy sat me down on the front seat of the cruiser as another pulled up with the ambulance.

"There was a boy... from the reservation covered in blood. I think he killed Charlie."

Jimmy ran over to the other cruiser to tell them this and they pulled away towards La Push as the paramedics ran in to the house.

"One of the reservation elders was admitted to the hospital tonight. He had been attacked too."

He took my hands in his own and held them together. "Tell me why you are here, Karen?"

"Mike didn't come home tonight... He had gone to the movies with Bella."

Jimmy turned and yelled in to the house. "Check upstairs!"

We listened as Keith's heavy boots ran up. I could hear doors being flung open, and he shouted as he come outside again, "Nothing but his daughter's room looks like it was ransacked."

"But they're not here?" Mike wasn't here. My heart was tugged between relief and overwhelming panic. "Where is my son? Where is he?"

Jimmy rubbed my hands, "Karen, we'll find them. Don't worry."

Keith was standing at the door and ran to the ambulance following some order from the paramedics. "Jimmy give me a hand to get this stretcher in there."

"What?"

"They got a pulse."

APOV

Flames and sunlight. Too much heat. The dark grey of the volcano, the white of the snow, the red of the blood, the blue of the sky, the yellows and oranges of the sun and the fire. Too much colour. It's all too intense. It's all far too much.

I have to pull myself out of this and get my Jasper out of there. He is amazing me today. I always knew he had the control inside of him but to not...

And Edward, oh Edward. This is what you get for not looking after your thirst. I am so angry at you. And I hope I get to tell you that.

I was concentrating so hard on them but nothing specific about the future was coming to me. The colours and the heat, but nothing specific. I had only CNN and the internet to show me the way. The plane has landed in a ridge on the South side of the Cotopaxi volcano. It was an area surrounded by climbers and tourists. The crash site would be mobbed in no time at all. It was about 50-60 miles to Quito, where, thank the fates there was an international airport. Just had to get them there.

I just needed to speak to Jasper. I hope they had passports and at least one working cell phone on them or this was going to get complicated. Fast.

I looked at my own cell phone not recognising the sound coming from it at first. A text message. From Emmett.

Tell me. Are they dead?

Nothing like getting to the point Emmett.

Not dead. Just stuck in our kind of hell.

Rose is basketcase. Wants to run. Thinks Volturi are coming.

I let my mind wander to Italy for a moment and saw nothing unusual happening. They weren't even thinking about us. Carlisle hadn't called them about Edward's problem so we weren't on their radar at the moment. Good.

No Italians coming. Tell Rose to calm down. Forgive her already.

My eyes flicked up to the television as the anchor started talking about first pictures from the crash site.

Oh God. It was all gone. The whole plane. Everything was like it was in my head. My phone beeped again.

Are you watching CNN? Where are they?

I don't know.

I hated sending that message knowing how Emmett liked to believe I could always see, I hated how that phrase had become a huge part of my vocabulary today. I hated not knowing.

Jasper will be fine. Alice. Don't worry. We'll be there in 3 hours or so. Find them a way out.

I loved Emmett so much. He was so like Jasper in a way; he always knew how to make the world simple.

Thanks Emmett. See you soon.

I turned back to my computer, forcing my eyes away from the billowing smoke, still hearing the explosions as the anchor said the words "There can be no survivors from a crash like this..."

Come on Jasper. Call.

JPOV

I had run 15 kilometres before I reached anything even remotely resembling cover. Bloody great mountain, little farms, huge plains and now finally a tiny patch of forest and... good... a small lake. Edward hadn't said a word when I took the head off him and dropped it into the fire. The look on his face had been so broken and the emotions coming off him were so strong, I wanted to curl up alongside him and let death take me, but the warm scent of many approaching human hearts had overwhelmed me for a moment and I broke out of Edward's reverie.

He hadn't said a word when I picked him up, and slung him over my shoulder. He was like a dead weight and I had no idea what to do. I really needed him to be here with me. I needed help but mostly I needed a little time to figure it all out. I didn't even know what fucking country I was in. The helicopter flew over the plane from the other side and we were gone before it cleared the smoke. At the bottom of the slope I ran past an empty camp site - all the people had gone. I noted it's position ready to return when I had put Edward somewhere. His despair was almost crippling him but fortunately for me my determination to find a way back to Alice was enough to stop it crippling me.

He didn't say a word when I put him on the floor and he immediately curled back up into the fetal position he had been in before.

"Edward, I will be back in a moment. I just need to get something."

He didn't say a word.

Please, Edward, don't go anywhere. I can't go chasing you all over today.

Nothing. I turned and ran back to the camp site. Clothes. We would need clothes and a map and... phone. Phone. I reached into my pocket. Yes!

I dialed and prayed for a connection. It was ringing...

"Jasper..."

"I love you Alice. I love you I love you I love you."

"Oh Jasper. I thought I'd never hear your voice again!"

"Alice... did you see?"

"I am looking at the plane now. It's on the news."

"Were we seen?"

"No. As far as the news is concerned everyone is dead."

"They are."

I had reached the campsite and listened carefully. No heartbeats. Good. I opened the first tent and was hit by the stale stench of human.

"No, the blue tent has the things you need."

"This is one of the many reasons I love you."

I opened the blue tent and grabbed the trousers, the shirt and the t-shirt I could see as Alice talked.

"There is a llama farm nearby. Eat. Make Edward feed too. Jasper, is he okay?"

"In so many ways no. He just ripped her head off."

"Oh God, Jasper... And now he's just gone. He's completely unresponsive."

"You've got to snap him out of it, Jasper."

"How?"

"I don't know... But be gentle... Like only you can be." She sounded broken.

"Alice, what is going on?"

"I can't see Edward at the moment. I see you but he is a blur."

"Don't worry, I'll keep him with me." I started running back to him. "Now, tell me, how are we getting out of here?"

"The first flight I can get you on is at 1.14pm - in 3 hours. The airport is in Quito - about 50 miles away. The llama farm has a truck."

"Quito? We're in Ecuador?"

"Did I not mention that?"

"No. Alice."

"You won't meet any of the Southern covens while you are there. I don't think."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was totally betting on Alice today.

"Jasper. Just in case you can't phone again. Continental desk... Tell me you have your passports?"

"Yes." I patted my jeans pocket. "Won't there be a problem though considering we're dead?"

"No. I messed with the passenger manifest as soon as you got on at Buenos Aires."

"Reason number two."

I skidded to a halt and approached Edward at human speed so as not to startle him.

"I'll call at the airport."

"Okay. Take the really dirty truck." I smiled into the phone and we hang up.

He really hadn't moved. The slight breeze that was making the sunlight race through the leaves was moving the parts of his hair not covered in blood but he hadn't moved a single inch. It was really disturbing. When he left Bella he would lie in his room on the floor alone but he was never still. He would mutter to himself or sob, or silently rock back and forth, holding himself tightly so as to make sure his body didn't fall apart. It had been excruciating for me to be around him then. Now. I could feel nothing... and that hurt more.

I realised I had been staring at him for more than a few minutes and if we were going to make that flight then I had to get him moving.

First things first.

I leaned him against the tree, his dead eyes staring out passed me. His lips quivered but he didn't say anything. I spoke out loud in the hopes that the noise would focus him... or something. Where was Carlisle when I needed him?

"Edward. I need to wash the blood off you. We have to catch another plane soon and we can't go looking like this."

I took my shirt off and then the t-shirt underneath it, ripping it in half. This I would be using as a wash cloth. The warm breeze felt good on my skin and part of me wished I could just lie here for a time and enjoy it. I took off my boots and placed them by the side of the lake, shoving the socks inside. I did the same to Edward and saw how the blood had somehow gotten between his toes. I dampened the end of one half of my t-shirt and washed his feet until they were pale white again. This was going to be harder than I thought.

I thought about telling him I was going to undress him but I knew that hearing the words would be hard for him and his turn of the century sensibilities. I thought about making a joke out of it but it felt wrong so I stopped procrastinating and leaned his body forward as I gently ripped his shirt away and let it fall. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and noted how the blood soaking his skin hadn't completely dried. It still glistened red in the sunlight and it still carried the faint scent of... No. Stop Jasper. I closed my eyes for a moment and held my breath as I unbuckled his jeans and slid them over his hips. Dammit, even his briefs were soaked with blood. I picked him up and lowered him into the lake before I removed them.

"I love you, Edward," I whispered, "But I have no need to see your manhood."

Still no reaction.

I picked up my newly fashioned washcloth and wiped the blood off his legs, making sure it was all gone. The sun danced across the pair of us making our skin flash and glisten. As the blood turned the water around us red I heard the beginnings of a sound in Edward's chest. I paid no mind to it though and continued to wipe the blood away. His chest, stomach, back and arms were now clean. I quickly took care of his groin area and then slowly lowered his head into the lake to wet his hair. As I slowly pulled the dried blood out of his hair I noticed a slight movement under the water. Edward's chest was moving quickly. I looked up at his face, his eyes were closed but his mouth was open and I could here a sound building. His sobs were trying to escape but he wasn't letting them.

Then almost too softly for anyone to hear one word escaped.

"Bella"

And the tsunami of emotion he had been holding in was released.

TanyaPOV

I never watched the news. Human interest stories were just not interesting and the wars of man would be over before I started to care about them but right now I was just frustrated.

The annoying man with too much fake suntan was just repeating himself over and over and there was no new news. Kate, Carmen and Eleazar were refusing to get excited about it telling me over and over that they both knew what to do in situations like this. There may be a few broken bones if they jumped from too high but they would be fine.

Irina was flitting about calling Laurent and telling him everything she was seeing on the news. She gasped when the pictures of billowing smoke appeared on the screen.

"There can be no survivors from a crash like this..."

"Oh Laurent, it's horrible. There is so much fire. And there is already a crowd of people there. Even if they got out of the plane, they are never going to get passed all those people."

I rolled my eyes at that. This was Jasper's thing... and Alice would guide them through. Yes, it was a sunny morning and night wouldn't come for about 14 hours but... they would get out. This was Jasper's thing... He would get Edward out.

"It just exploded again. Laurent. It's awful. I don't know what the family is going to do without them."

Edward would survive. He could survive anything. He had to.

BPOV

I wonder if this is what crazy feels like? I always knew... I always knew... Hope, the one thing that had stopped me losing it completely... the hope that Edward loved me, that there was some insane reason he left me, like he was doing it for my own good.

That hope... was a lie.

Every kiss, every caress, ever damn look had been a fucking lie.

I should have let him go in Phoenix. I know I forced him into staying... maybe he just hadn't finished playing with me yet. Maybe Laurent is lying... no it all makes sense. Of course Edward would never want to stay with me.

And what about Alice? Did she always know what was going to happen? She was never really my friend... Was I just a project for her? Is that the real reason she didn't say goodbye? She got bored of me too?

Oh my head...

But why would Victoria want to hurt me if Edward never cared for me? It doesn't make sense. Maybe she doesn't know... No, it was my fault Edward killed James...

I hope Victoria does kill me... Maybe if I beg her to. Would she do me this one kindness? Or was she just going to let Mike kill me.

Mike. He looked different. That really evil looking vampire had been making Mike scream for the last hour or so. He stopped when Laurent got on the phone.

Laurent... who is he talking to? Irina? Do the Denali's know that Victoria has me? Are they in on this? Oh God, maybe Edward knows? Maybe he really doesn't care... Maybe he's glad that Victoria is getting rid of his annoying human?!

Of course I have to suffer. Why is that other vampire coming towards me with a bookmark? A bookmark. I think I'll just give in and let the hysteria take me.

EsPOV

"Dr Cullen? Mrs Cullen? If you could please put your seat belts on. We will be landing at Seattle in the next few minutes. I understand there is a car waiting for you on the runway."

I nodded at the steward as Carlisle said thank you. He put the phone he had been typing into down.

"Still nothing?"

"No." He grimaced. "No connection at all. As soon as we get in the ground I'll try again."

I smiled, "So I get to drive?"

Carlisle laughed, knowing how much I hated driving with him in the car. When he tried to teach me it was the only time we had nearly come to blows. Edward taught me in the end.

"Okay, you keep trying to get Alice. I'll drive."

The plane landed with no incident and I was glad he had agreed to drive when I saw what Alice had sorted out for us.

I knew we had to get to Forks quickly but was there really any need for...

"What is that?"

"It's a Mercedes Maclaren SLR Alice knows I've been dying to test drive one of these."

"Now you get your wish."

I watched the smile on my beautiful husband's face as his eyes twinkled with desire for the car. Trust Alice to inject some joy into this day. The way he was running his fingers over it reminded me of this morning and my breath shuddered out wondering when we would be able to be together again. Carlisle looked up at me like he had suddenly developed Edward's ability and broke into a grin.

"Soon, my love. Let's get to Forks, hope Alice is wrong and then..." He took my hand, turned it over and kissed my palm before opening my door and letting me slide in. I started dialing Alice as he revved the engine and gunned it off the runway. I got an engaged tone and sighed relieved.

"Have signal finally. But she's on the phone."

"Try again in a minute or two." He smiled and I watched his lips press together in determination as he pushed down on the accelerator again. The car shot forward and the engine screamed as we passed Gig Harbour. Carlisle looked at me his face shining as he swerved round the only other car on the road.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Almost too much."

I could hear the revs building again and Carlisle shifted his weight slightly to go up another gear. He exerted pressure again and I almost missed the cracking sound that made the smile disappear. The sound that made the car wobble. The sound that flipped us off the road as we hit a small wall. The sound of Carlisle's leg cracking.