A/N: I'm sorry! I've been extremely busy and haven't been able to type. Here are my excuses. Candy canes are not convenient for a calming atmosphere. In other words, I got loopy off fruit-flavored candy canes. To tell you the truth, I'm still really hyper and giggly. I am also reading The Princess Bride because I was thinking about making a Twilight Princess Bride. And for my last excuse, there was a snowstorm and I really love the snow, so I spent a ton of time procrastinating in the snow. By the way, this chapter really sucks because I didn't really have it planned out in my head the way other chapters were.
"Impossible," I muttered.
"Carlisle?" inquired Edward. "Is it really you?"
Only the rain broke the silence.
"Yes," answered Carlisle after his hesitant pause. He emerged from the trees, only revealing part of his face. I gasped at how his golden eyes glowed in mid-air.
"I've been watching over you both. I've heard James's plans, and I just wanted to make sure you didn't get into danger in the castle," he explained. His voice was like honey, sweet and smooth.
"Where have you been for the past few years?" asked Edward.
"I've been abroad, trying to control my thirst. I hunt animals instead of humans," he explained.
Carlisle emerged completely, and stood in front of Edward. His inhumane beauty made my knees give a little.
"You are in grave danger," he stated.
"I know. Bella just tol–"
"I know se told you. However, this is something else. James knows that he can't die and you can't marry, but he forgot that once you turn eighteen, you inherit the throne. Edward, your birthday is the day of the coronation. When James learns this, you will die," Carlisle interrupted.
"Can I decline?"
"Unfortunately, no. You need to have an heir to be able to decline. We have to get rid of James somehow."
"That's going to be impossible."
"I know... Unless..." Carlisle's voice faded as his face scrunched in concentration."We could distract James by bringing up a different threat." He exhibited a grin.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Bella, how many Quileutes are you in contact with?" Carlisle asked, and his perfect grin could have rivaled the moon's current smile.
"You want to bring the Quileutes into this?! Are you crazy?!" Edward interrupted.
"We've been over this before. They're exactly the same as you and me," I said, feeling like a teacher going over something.
"No, not that. They hate us, remember?" He had a point.
"Not us – James. You've been trying to pass laws to free them. That's going to have effects on their opinion of you," Carlisle explained.
"Edward, just think of it! I've been trying to arrange rebellions like this for years– no offence. It's perfect! You should hear the things they say about James. All they want to do is rip his head off and roast it on a stick. It's going to be unbelievably easy to make a riot." I added. Carlisle nodded and Edward didn't have to ponder things very long.
"How are we going to leave without anyone getting suspicious?" Edward asked, feeling like the umpteenth question he'd asked. He was very-detail oriented, afraid of failure and relying on a structured base for everything.
"Easy," Carlisle answered. "You tell them where you're going. They'll understand once your destination is revealed."
"Where would that be?" I asked.
"Forks." That word sent my mind into memories of Charlie. It would be obvious that was the reason I was going to Forks.
Carlisle interrupted my thoughts by adding in a solemn voice,"Unfortunately we need to add some theatrics for James."
A/N: Sorry for the wait! I am also apologizing for the future wait. I'm going to California and possibly Mexico for winter break. I get to see my home state again! I won't be back until probably a week and a couple of days. Sorry!