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When Worlds Collide

"No, we won't fight unless we need to," he said, staring down Laurent, who stared calmly back.

"But Alice's kidnapper is getting further and further away!!" I whined, down to me last straw of patience.

"Bella, not yet."

"No, no, let her fight, if she wants to," Laurent said, having heard our conversation, "But I'll win. I'm a great fighter."

Before anyone could register it, Emmett leaped forward, landing on top of Laurent, and started to attack him, tearing off bits and pieces, as Laurent struggled to get back up. Before Carlisle could call him back or stop me, I joined him, tearing of Laurent's head, and helping Emmett with the limbs. As we tore at him, we heard him scream, not a word, just a sound.

When we finished, we looked over, to see a pile of wood and a lighter in Rosalie's hand. She lit the lighter and put a stick in the flame, then on top of the pile, then another, then another, until it started to catch, and the flame grew even more quickly. Then Emmett, Carlisle—who had no choice to help now that the deed was done, but who didn't look happy—and I started throwing the torn bits of Laurent into the fire.

As soon as the fire was out, we spread the ashes, getting rid of all traces of Laurent's existence that we could, and I started to track the now-stale scent of Alice and the other two vampires. My heart kept sinking, as the scent was stale, no matter how quickly I went, and I still didn't know where she was and if Alice was ok. After quite some time, we ran into a second obstacle. The trail split into two different ones, one with one vampire and Alice's scent, the other with another vampire and Alice's scent. But, how? She was only one person!

The two trails weren't exactly like a fork in the road, as in, one didn't curve to the left and the other to the right. One went in the same direction, and one did turn and went in the other direction. Both were still stale. But which one was the real Alice at the end of? The curved one or the other?

"Let's go down that one," Emmett said, pointing to the one that didn't turn away from us.

I didn't want to fight or waste time, so I just followed the trail, finding that it curved often, changing directions all the time. At the end of Alice's trail, were her clothes. The vampire that was with her had continued, leaving her clothes very high in a tall tree, above foliage, so we'd have to climb up and back down it.

"FUCK!" I screamed, unable to hold it in any longer. This was Edward's sister that could be dead right now! He'd be broken, and Jasper would be too! This would hurt more than just her! How could Laurent and his coven be so…selfish!

"Come on, Bella, we're loosing time even now, let's just follow the trail back to the fork in the trail and follow the other," Rosalie tried to comfort me.

Without another word, we backtracked to the other trail, then started following it. Not too far into it, a flash of red and white—two different shades—blocked our path. When the vampire stopped, we realized the red came from both burgundy from her cat-like eyes, and a bright orange-red from her twig-filled, knotted hair. The whites were her pale skin and the snow-colored animal pelt—I could smell that it was definitely from a real animal—that hung over her shoulders, with some fur twisted together into string and tied together around her neck to keep it on.

Her pants were jeans, almost black, and her shirt was a tight-fitting black tank-top. Her lips were bright red, and a sinister smile was spread across them.

"I guess you're one of the members of Laurent's coven?" I growled.

"Yeah, and I can't let you past here, sorry," She said, rudely.

"Why not?" Carlisle asked, angrily.

"My mate, James, the leader of the coven, is busy," she snarled.

"Doing what?" Rosalie asked cautiously.

"You'll find out once he's done."

"Who are you, anyway," Rosalie growled.

"Victoria," hissed the female.

"Well, Victoria, get out of my way," Rosalie growled, yet again, even angrier.

Victoria crouched down quickly and swiftly, like a cat, and hissed again, ready to attack, "Not any time soon."

As Rosalie distracted her, Emmett jumped on her, pulling her hands back and letting the furious Rosalie tear off her head. The two of them had a bit of trouble—she was more fierce and strong that Laurent was—so I jumped in, tearing apart her legs. Carlisle had started a fire, and when we had finished killing her, we dropped all of her remains into the fire, repeating what we had done with Laurent. Carlisle still looked unhappy.

"We could have found a way around it, if you had just waited," Carlisle frowned at us.

"Well, we don't have any time for waiting, Alice needs us," Emmett said, more stubbornly and seriously than I've ever heard the big teddy-bear before.

He didn't wait for a response, just continued grimly on his way up the trail. I followed him, and as the scent got fresher, he got more excited yet grimmer at the same time.

"Go ahead, Bella," he said, frowning.

I did as Emmett said, not liking how grim he was, and followed the scent until I heard screaming. Not just any screaming, a high-pitched, sad, hurt, and scared, scream. The voice that uttered it was Alice's. I pushed myself harder, to go faster, and found that everyone else was close behind me, as scared and angry at this 'James' man as I was. Soon, as we got closer, I heard James moan, and smelled spilt blood.

Holding my breath, as everyone else did, I ran to the edge of a small clearing the sounds seemed to be coming from. As I cleared away enough branches and leaves to see, I wished I hadn't.

The rest of Alice's clothes—that hadn't been taken by who we assume was Victoria—was shredded around her, including her bra and underwear. She was stained by blood, and her make up from earlier was all over her face, smudged and running down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and her voice hoarse from yelling. The worst was yet to come, too.

James was near her, head between her legs, himself naked, jacket and jeans folded neatly in a corner. On his privates—easily in my view—was blood.

He was animalistic, sucking and hurting her, breaking bones, and ignoring her pain.

I wouldn't figure out until later that this happened because he had raped her and caused her to bleed.

"NO!!! IT BURNS!!!" she screamed in pain, sobbing, "PUT IT OUT!!!!"

I was frozen, watching this disgusting man—who ignored us and kept on hurting her and sucking at her privates. I wanted to look away, but I was in too much shock. I didn't know vampires could go into shock. I would have thrown up, if I were human. I would have screamed and ran away, but I wouldn't have gotten away. I'm glad I'm a vampire, this one time, I'm actually glad.

But Alice isn't. She's a human, who can be killed, easily, and who is being killed. But…but…I promised Edward, I can't let Edward down!! I don't want to face him if his only sister is killed!! That's not an option, then, to let her die.

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