Bella POV -
They had Charlie.
The Volturi had taken my father captive. To say I was outraged would be an understatement. How dare they?! He was innocent!
"Sweetheart," Carlisle called to me, looking sympathetic and wary, though he tried to hide it. I didn't understand why he would be wary of me until he spoke again. "Please calm down. Don't let your rage take control of you. Right now, we need to make a plan and in order to do so, we need you focused."
I had been a newborn for about half a year now and I had yet to give in to the bloodlust. Sure, I had had trouble controlling my emotions because they'd been all over the place in the beginning. But never before had I felt a strong desire to rip someone apart like I was feeling right now.
I wanted Aro to burn. I wanted his pathetic minions to feel their flesh tear before I set them aflame for having dared touch my father.
I was falling deeper and deeper into the waves of bloodlust and it seemed I couldn't resurface. I need to hit something, break something. So I did. Before I even knew what I was doing I had ripped a tree from the ground and thrown it across the clearing. In the few seconds following, two more trees had met their demise, one tree being ripped out and thrown like the first and the next being pulverized to sawdust by my own fists.
My growls and snarls tore from my throat so viciously I thought I'd somehow manage to lose my voice, though it wasn't possible. I vaguely heard people calling my name, trying to get to me but they couldn't due to my shield keeping them away from me.
Finally, as my senses started to return to me, I saw the damage I had done. The place looked like a tornado had touched down. Remorse was building in my chest and I felt embarrassed of my tantrum.
But neither emotions could stop the rage I still felt on my father's behalf.
I would save my innocent human father from the clutches of an evil dictator and I would turn anyone who tried to stop me into smoldering ashes.
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The pack took a big hit.
The loss of Colin and Brady, their youngest and most eager brothers, caused a sadness so great that was only paralleled by their rage, and with their rage, the need for revenge. To leave their deaths unavenged, the pack felt as though they were disrespecting the cause that their brothers gave their lives for. Ridding the world of vampires.
The only thing stopping them was that they knew these vampires that killed their brothers were powerful. They had freaky gifts that gave them a huge advantage over them and they were not about to rush into another battle, for they knew they would only leave with moe losses, possibly the loss of their own lives this time.
The funeral for the young wolves was beautiful, many people showing up to pay their respects and offer their condolences to the family and friends of the young lives lost.
Sam Uley was at a loss. He hadn't the slightest clue how to go forward, how to move on. He felt the loss more severely than the other members of his pack did, for he was the alpha. It was his duty to protect and lead his pack not only to victory in battles against vampires but also to safety. Sam felt that the boys' death was his fault.
When the funeral service was over and everyone had gone home to grieve in their own ways, Sam phased and howled, calling his pack to him. He waited for a few minutes, hidden fairly deep within the trees and one by one, he heard each of his brother's minds enter his own. First Embry and then Quil. Next was Paul and Jared. Leah and Seth. And finally, Jacob. The pack was left with eight from their previous ten. Sam took in a ragged breath.
"Phase back," He commanded and they did, getting dressed quickly.
"I hate to admit it," Sam started, "but I am unaware as to how to proceed. Colin and Brady's deaths must be avenged, but it is no secret that just us alone are not powerful enough to put an end to those leeches. We were lucky that we escaped with our lives...each and every one of us could have ended up lying motionless next to those boys. I have no doubt in my mind that the only reason they left us alive was to send us a message. What the message is, I'm not sure."
The pack stayed quiet, letting their alpha speak not only out of respect but also because they were at a loss as well. However, something Sam had said had sparked some sort of recognition in Jacob's mind.
Powerful. The leeches who attacked them had been powerful, with gifts that the wolves had been unable to stop. Jacob remembered the pack's first meeting with Bella after she had been turned. Bella had some power that had physically kept them away from the Cullen's. It was as if she had a barrier preventing them from moving any closer.
Thinking back on the unnatural powers the other leeches had, Jacob realized he probably wasn't far off. The pack had continued talking and discussing options but Jacob had blocked them out as he pondered.
"We could call the Cullen's," He blurted out and everything went silent. Some faces showed confusion while others showed mild disgust. Surprisingly to Jacob, Sam didn't appear to be adverse to the idea.
Jacob took that as a good sign and continued, "I just think it would be our best option. They'd give us more numbers, meaning a bigger chance at victory." The others looked intrigued now and Jacob waited for Sam to say something.
Sam thought for a moment before speaking, "I think that it would be our best option and our biggest chance at keeping our lives. It would be difficult to have to play nice with our enemies, regardless if they're on our side or not."
"The leeches who trespassed on our land had powers we couldn't fight," Jacob spoke, commanding the attention of every wolf. "Remember when we met Bella Swan after her change?" He asked and the others nodded. "Well, she had some sort of barrier that stopped me from attacking. I was thinking...what if she was able to stop the attacks of the other leeches?"
"It is a possibility," Sam mused. "It may be our only real possibility of victory. It's a long shot, but we'll have to take it." The others looked somewhat skeptical but also a little hopeful.
"I guess I'll make a phone call to the Cullen's," Sam muttered before pulling out his cell phone.
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The Cullen household was quiet and calm after Bella's newborn tantrum.
Everyone was either separated in pairs or was doing their own thing. So, when the shrill ring of Carlisle Cullen's cellular phone went off, the sound made everyone wince despite the fact that they knew a call was coming because Bella had seen it in a vision. Alice was still unable to see the wolves, something she was still a little more than put out about.
"Hello?" Carlisle answered.
"Hello, is this Carlisle Cullen?" Sam Uley answered.
"Yes, it is. Hello, Sam." Carlisle replied.
"Uh, yeah. Listen, this isn't easy for me to ask, but there has been an incident and we may need your help." Emmett and Jasper chuckled softly at the humiliation in the man's voice. Edward cracked a small smile.
"Our help with what?" Carlisle asked, though he and everyone else already knew. Help with ending the Volturi.
"We were attacked recently and lost two of our own," Sam's voice was sad. Bella became tense. Jacob may not like her anymore but she still cared for him and didn't want him to die.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. May I ask who?" Carlisle said, noticing Bella's reaction.
"Yeah, uh, thanks. We lost our youngest, Colin and Brady. They were thirteen." Sam informed. "These vampires who attacked us...they had these powers we were unable to stop. Jacob remembered something about Bella when we were discussing options. She had a barrier...or something?" He asked.
"Yes, she did." Carlisle answered after a moment, not wanting to reveal valuable information to the 'enemy'.
"So, will you help us?" Sam asked and Carlisle felt pity for the boy with too much responsibility. He looked around at his family that had gathered around him and asked a silent question with his eyes. At everyone's nod, he answered.
"I believe we will be able to help you, Sam. However, we will need to meet with you...discuss options and such. There is also a bit of information you should know that we know. We'll explain it to you in person. Is that alright?" Carlisle asked politely.
"That is fine. When and where?"
"I know you didn't want us back in Forks, but we'll need to investigate a few things there. So, it would be best if we came to you."
Sam was in no position to argue. "Of course. You have my number. Call me when you've arrived. Thank you, Dr. Cullen."
"It is our pleasure, Sam."
A short chapter. Hope you liked it. Not sure if I did, but I wanted to get this out before I had to go to work.
Please note: I don't plan on the wolves having super big parts in my story. But they're kind of needed at the moment.
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