Sry I haven't updated for awhile. I am working on my other fanfiction, which is just poems. You should check it out and tell me what you think. Thank you to all of you guys for reviewing, it totally makes my day! (Especially INVX, one of my most avid, and dedicated readers. sniff)
anyway, back to the story.
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Jasper's POV
We all watched as Edward drove away in his car, leaving a slight trail of dust in it's wake.
I felt a blanket of sorrow smothered the family. I tried hard to help calm the family, but my sadness was unquenchable.
Esme's grief was nearly tangible. In a fit of heartache, she took off to catch Edward. Carlisle caught Esme around her waist. "No Esme," She continued to struggle to be released out of his grasp. He held her face in his hands, and looked at her in her wild eyes. "Let him go." he said, nearly a whisper.
She held his gaze for a second, then broke. She hid her face in Carlisle's chest, and sobbed dry tears.
I tried to calm her, but her grief was too deep.
"Lets go." Alice said, coming over to me.
"What are you talking about, Alice?" Rosalie asked, still slightly agitated.
I could tell from her feeling of elation, and joy that she had had a vision. A good one.
"Well, according to my vision, Emmett will say..." she paused, and Emmett rounded the corner, smiling his childish smile.
"Hey guys, I just had a wicked awesome idea!"
Alice mouthed the words he was saying as he spoke.
"What?" Rosalie asked, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"Well, since Edward has gone off to kill the werewolves, and we practically disowned him-" Esme's sobs cut him off.
"He's going to be killed!" She said into Calisle's chest.
Alice closed her eyes, and thought for a moment. She then laughed. "Nope, he'll be fine." She told Esme happily.
We were all relieved at that, but Emmett was still bursting to have his say. "Anyway, now that Edward is getting Tyler, Who is going to get Mike?"
Emmett and I looked at each other, our lips slightly twitching in amusement... this would be fun.
Rosalie gasped. "Oh no you don't mister! You're not leaving me behind this time." she growled.
"But who knows," Emmett said slyly. "It could be... Dangerous."
They inched closer. "Its just a little human boy." she said, staring into his eyes.
I felt a wave of passion come from Emmett and Rosalie. Couldn't they stay away from each other for ten minutes? No, the answer was no.
I smothered the passion, and replace passion with disgust.
"Eww." Rosalie said pushing away from Emmett. "Emmett wrinkled his nose, and walked over to where I was standing.
He hit me on the upside of the head. "Cut it out!"
"You cut it out. Do you think we want to see you do it right here on the front lawn?"
Emmett looked sheepish. "Sorry."
Carlisle took charge. "I do not think that killing Mike Newton would do anyone any good." he said, still clutching Esme, who had quieted slightly.
"Who said anything about killing him?" Emmett asked.
"Well then what do you propose we do?" I asked.
"We could make his life a living hell, let him know that we know what he did to Bella, and drive him mad with guilt." he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
I smiled, this idea was getting better and better. "I like it." Rosalie said.
"Well?" Alice said, hopping from one foot to the other in anticipation. "Are we going or not?"
"Yeah! Lets go!" Emmett said, punching the air with his fist.
Esme's quiet voice broke through our conversation, having almost forgotten she was there.
"I'm coming too."
"What?" Carlisle pulled away from Esme, looking her square in the face.
She sighed. "I am sick and tired of being left behind. Bella is my daughter, or as good as, and I want to avenge her just as much as any of you." Her voice was soft but determined.
Carlisle stared at her. His eyes showing fear, and doubt. "Please Carlisle. Do this, for me."
Slowly, he nodded. "I want you to be careful Esme." he whispered. "I know that whether I had told you to stay or not, you would have gone. You don't need my permission, you know that."
"I know, but I want your permission." she said softly.
Once again, I had to break it up. My heck, what a freakish family I lived with.
"Can we go now?" Emmett asked, becoming as antsy as Alice.
"Yes." Carlisle said.
"Alright!" He screamed, as we all piled into separate cars. We drove away, Emmet's jeep in the lead. I heard his booming voice whoop, "Lets go kick some Newton butt!"
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Well, Merry Christmas. I hope you have a good one!
P.S. R&R. ;D
❤Isaella