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Chapter Fourteen

Bella

"So everyone knows what's happening right?" Stan asked as we drove up the road to the church where Breaking Dawn was located.

"Yep," Rose and I said at the same time.

"Your name's Lee, I'm Kris and Rosalie's Nikki. You and I are engaged and looking for a church and Rosalie is coming along as she's my best friend and maid of honour." Stan nodded as I reeled off the plan.

"Remember, let me do all the talking," he said as a final thing as we pulled into the parking lot. I slipped on the fake engagement ring Stan had given me and took a deep breath.

"Well hello there!" A friendly voice called out as we got out the car and walked towards a woman wearing a pale pink dress suit.

"Hello to you too," Stan answered, placing his hand on my back and using his other to shake the hand of the friendly woman.

"I'm Julia and you must be Kris and Lee," she said pointing to us. "The couple who want to get married here?" We nodded.

"And this is the maid of honour Nikki," Lee said gesturing to Rose as she reached and shook the woman's hands.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Rose said a smile on her face.

"Let's go in and meet my husband." We all followed her down the path and into a large building. The church was behind it. What I found strange was the number of people that were wandering around the site – they were all wearing sweat suits and seemed to be training for something.

"What's with all the people?" I politely asked Stan, tensed up.

"We run a training programme for individuals who want to learn leadership skills," Julia said, smiling as she kept walking down towards where her husband presumably was. I opened my mind up, something wasn't right.

Leadership yeah right, I wish Steve hadn't agreed to this. They shouldn't be here. It's too risky.

"What do we have here? More people who have seen the light?" Somebody asked and I turned my head towards the voice. There was a man, not much taller than Rose stood outside a set of double doors with his hands out, extended towards Julia.

"This is my husband Reverend Steve Tipps," Julia said, beaming with pride as he took her hands in his and brought them up to his lips.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," he said, shaking all of our hands. "Come on in." We all followed him through the double doors before we turned left and entered an office. Steve gestured for us to sit down as he sat down behind a large desk, Julia stood behind him as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

I sat down in one of the chairs, Stan on my right and Rose on my left. I looked around the room and fought the urge to cringe – there were promotional posters of Breaking Dawn everywhere; slogans about seeing the light and not being taken into the darkness; pictures of vampires depicted as monsters, blood dripping down their chins as they drank from children.

"So – why do you want to get married in our church?" Steve said, crossing his legs and arms.

"We've been hearing about your church for a while, and we always wanted to join, but we wanted to stay loyal to our church..." Stan paused for dramatic effect. "However, that changed when we found out our pastor was... a sympathiser." Steve shook his head as I reached over and gripped Stan's hand for 'support'. A sympathiser was someone like Rose, Stan and I – people who liked vampires and didn't have a problem with them, people who wanted them to be equal and have the same rights as we did.

"How did you find this out?" Julia asked her face a picture of concern. With perfectly practised timing Stan and I both shared a look

"One of their kind entered our church and our pastor welcomed him," I shook my head as Julia placed a hand on her heart. I noticed Rose turned to face Stan, a look of concern crossing over her face.

"What's your opinion on fangers Nikki?" Steve asked with venom in his voice. Rose scrunched up her nose.

"They're unnatural – how people can be a sympathiser is beyond me. They're pure evil," Steve nodded in agreement.

"Well – how about you come and see the church," Steve asked as Stan and I nodded. We followed him through the passages before we stepped through large double doors. I gasped.

The room was large, probably the size of the bottom floor of my house, except this was one big room filled with pews and an arch at the end. The room was incredibly bright, there were windows from the floor to the ceiling allowing the sunlight to flood in as well as a large stained glass image of Jesus behind the arch.

"Impressive huh?" Steve asked and I was aware that Rose, Stan and I just all nodded in unison.

We were all silent, taking in the site of the church. This only lasted a few moments before a young man wearing a tracksuit came running in.

"Reverend, Reverend! We've finished!" He said excitedly causing Steve to beam at a now nervous looking Julia.

"Excellent... do you want to see something special?" The Reverend asked with a glint in his eye.

"Steve," Julia whispered, tugging on his arm.

"I'm afraid we can't," Rose said just as Stan opened his mouth to reply. "We have another appointment to get to."

"No we don't," Stan said. "We can spend all day here."

"We really must go," Rose insisted, her hand grabbing mine and squeezing – something was wrong.

"Ignore her," Stan began. "She never knows when to keep her mouth shut."

Rose grabbed my hand tighter. "We need to go now!" With that, she grabbed my hand and we turned, ready to run down the aisle, only to be stopped by a huge man. He was the same height as Edward but was huge – I mean almost Emmett and Jake sized huge.

"I don't think you're going to be going anywhere," Steve said, a smirk on his face. I turned to look at Stan to see if he was going to do anything. He was just stood there, looking extremely guilty.

With a determined look Rose placed her hands against the large man in front of us and pushed. I watched in shock and horror as a push that shouldn't have moved a man as large as that sent him flying away from us and landing in a heap on the floor about twelve foot away. Rose gasped and turned to me in shock as Steve and Stan charged at us both, Steve grabbing Rose and Stan grabbing onto me, holding my wrists in a tight grasp.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as I fought hard against him.

"Shut up!" He growled, tugging on my wrist hard as we were lead out of the church and down another corridor that was covered in mirrors.

"You're fucking insane!" Rose shouted, fighting against Steve and the man in the tracksuit who had come to help his reverend.

"Says the sympathiser!" Steve growled angrily, struggling to restrain Rose.

"You're meant to be on our side!" I shouted at Stan, trying to free my wrists from his hands.

"Don't talk to me!" He shouted again as I tried twisting away from his grip. I was sure I'd have bruises on my wrists from where he was holding me so tightly.

Rose used her feet to kick Steve in the shin, causing him to double over and grasp his leg. His 'follower' gasped in shock. "How dare you kick him?!" He shouted angrily. He pushed Rose and sent her flying face first towards the mirrors behind her. Rose reached out with her hand to stop herself as she crashed into the mirror, gasping as it shattered and the shards cut into her hands.

"Take her to the vampire!" Steve commanded. "He hasn't eaten for weeks – he'll kill her on sight!"

"No!" I shouted as I fought against Stan, trying to twist and kick my way out of his grip. Unfortunately, he'd gotten wise to this move after seeing Rose administer the kick to Steve and stepped out of the way of my flailing legs.

Rose was pulled away by the follower as Steve looked on evilly. I'll be fine... she whispered into my mind. Get yourself out of here – they're crazy! With this she pushed the images into my mind; there was a large cross; a crucifix with a stand, a room full of the people in tracksuits toasting something called 'The Burning' and last but not least; a blue-eyed, blonde-haired vampire bleeding from his ears and nose and looking frail.

"Take her to the basement," Steve said as Stan started to pull me down the corridor. I turned and twisted, lashing out my feet when Stan tightened his grip on my wrists.

"You're a traitor," I screamed as Stan dragged me down the corridor and round a corner. He just grunted. He kicked open a door with his foot and pushed me into a room, placing both my wrists into one of his hands as he searched the wall for a light.

When he found the switch he flicked it and the room flooded with light, revealing to be what looked like a small jail cell, complete with the toilet, sink and a small bed. Stan – or the traitor – pushed me into the cell onto the bed as he then slammed the door shut and turned a key in the lock. I flicked my hair out of my face as I stood up.

"What the hell is your problem?!" I shouted angrily, going up to the bars and staring right at him. He didn't answer me, he just stared straight at me and then walked out the door, slamming it shut.

I hate to say it, but I did a little childish stomp; this plan hadn't worked out so well. I only hoped Rose was alright.

Rose

Rose could feel the skin in her hands knitting together already as they healed – Emmett's blood made sure of that. The man taking her... well hauling her down the hall was unaware of this. Steve limped behind them – the kick she'd given him was a good one.

"You have no idea what you're doing!" Rose shouted as she was manhandled down a corridor. "You don't know the type of people you're dealing with." Her words fell on deaf ears as Steve and the man just laughed.

"The fangers don't know who they're dealing with," the Reverend shot back. Rose was pushed through a door where she saw a small jail cell that was being used for storage at the minute – there were boxes everywhere.

"Enjoy your dinner fanger," the tracksuited man spat out as he opened the jail cell and pushed Rosalie in. In his mind she could see the vampire she assumed to be Carlisle looking up at the man, sat in between two boxes.

The two then walked out and Rose cautiously looked around – this was where they were keeping Carlisle.

"Are you alright?" A smooth British voice called out and Rose whirled around to see a startlingly handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes looked at her. He was wearing a blue shirt with rolled-up sleeves and slacks. His shirt had blood on it.

"Carlisle?" Rose asked and the man nodded.

"Thank God you're alright," she breathed out. He just smiled. "I'm-"

But before she could respond Carlisle intercepted her. "Rosalie – Edward told me about you and your cousin. He's very taken with her." Rose nodded.

Carlisle's eyes then zeroed in on her bleeding hands and Rose found herself bringing her hands closer to her chest – she really didn't fancy fighting off a hungry vampire. What Rose didn't realise was that Carlisle was more interested in how quickly her hands were healing, and the fact that he could also smell his son's blood coursing through her body.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Carlisle's soothing voice said – it made Rose feel a little better.

"But you haven't eaten in two weeks..."

"I'm also over two thousand years – I don't need to feed as often as younger vampires," he didn't say anything for a few moments. "I gather my boys are the reason you're here." Rose nodded again. Carlisle silently shook his head.

"I had a feeling they'd do something like this... I apologise for them dragging you into it." Rose waved her hand.

"It's no problem."

"You're now a prisoner in a church – I think we have a little problem." Rose gave a small laugh. Maybe she was trying to downplay the situation slightly.

"Was it your plan to get stuck down here?" The blonde haired vampire asked and Rose shook her head.

"We were meant to find out if you were here and then go and report back to Emmett, Jasper and Edward." They were both silent for a few moments. "Did you have a plan to get out of here?" Rose asked and Carlisle nodded.

"I was going to let them burn me..."

Forks

Jake's large feet pounded on the ground as he ran after the bull-headed creature. Paul had come across it on his patrol and had alerted the pack. They were now chasing after it.

The younger wolves were at the back and jostling for position, trying to get to the front and get a swipe at the hideous creature. With the head of a bull and razor claws where hands should be, it wasn't a pretty sight. But the smell of the creature was even worse – it smelt like death and decomposition rolled into one.

Piss off! Leah shouted to one of the young ones who had gotten in her way. Usually, she was the fastest and always at the front but Jake didn't want her getting hurt so Sam and he were leading the pack.

Shut up, bitch! The younger wolf retaliated and Jake snarled – this wasn't the time to argue, they needed to be working together. This thing was large and dangerous – he felt sick when he found out what it had done to Rose. It was a threat to everyone in Forks and Jake wouldn't be happy until they'd gotten rid of it.

Leah let a single growl before she barged her way past Sam and Jake; she didn't want to be sitting behind the boys letting them get all the action – she was just as capable as getting the creature than any of them.

Jake and Sam both growled out their protests but before they could do anymore, Leah had swiped the creature in the back with her large grey paw. The creature let out a wild scream and turned around, its claws swinging and only just missing Leah as the small wolf jumped back and out the way.

Black blood dripped from the wound as the smell of mould and decay filled the air. The younger wolves gagged – the older wolves almost did... almost.

Horror coursed through Leah as the creature continued to scream and she looked at the black blood dripping from her claws.

What the fuck is this thing? She mentally screamed, backing into Jake and Sam as she scrambled to get away from the disgusting bodily fluid.

The creature turned and ran, Jake growled as began to follow again – this thing was certainly fast, that's for sure.

They needed to catch it and the needed to catch it now.

It's going towards Rexel Grove! Jake shouted; they had a chance to catch it. Leah, Embry, Jared – head it off; but do not engage it!

You got it, boss! Embry said as the three wolves veered from the pack to take the shortcut.

You heard me, Leah? Jake asked – he knew what she was like; you said one thing, she did the opposite.

You go it... Alpha. Jake growled, he hated being called that, and she knew it.

Are we going to kill it? Seth asked.

We don't have a choice, Sam said and Jacob agreed – this thing was dangerous and it was their job as the protectors of Forks to make sure that the people weren't harmed, this creature was a threat to that.

They were nearing the grove now and Jake was pleased to see that Leah, Jared and Embry were closing in. The creature froze when the three large wolves emerged from the dark trees and turned around to see Jake and the rest of the pack following behind.

Jake, Sam, Quil, Paul and Jared began to circle the creature. They were hunting. The younger wolves stood off the side along with Seth, Leah and Embry. The creature's dark eyes were following the wolves as it turned around in constant circles, looking for an escape, a way out.

How do you want to take it out? Paul asked, snarling when the creature looked at him.

Quickly, Jake responded. He had no idea what this... thing was and wanted it dead, as quick as possible.

You got it, Jared said as he lunged towards the creature, mouth open, teeth bared, ready to rip its head from its body.

Before he had a chance to do any damage, he let out a whimper as he dropped to the floor, an arrow wedged into his side.

Ow shit! What the fuck? Jared whined, the pain passing to each of the wolves as they felt it through their mental connection.

The creature took the moment of distraction to turn and run out of the now broken circle. Leah began to follow but was stopped short as an arrow soared past her head by only a few centimetres and went into a tree. She froze.

"That's not a good idea," a familiar voice said, all wolves turning, and all equally shocked by who they saw standing there. A black catsuit adorning her body, a hood covering her hair, knee-high boots on her feet, a sword across her back and a bow and arrow in her hands.

The only thing Jake could think was well, this just got interesting...

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