Chapter 18: Black Blood Spills
Bella's POV:
"Go." He said. I stared at him blankly. "Oh, and watch out for the bigger guy. Felix is bidding on him. And the women and the child, they are for Jane. I'll try to stop Jane if she....erm, interferes....but it will be difficult."
"Why am I doing this?" I muttered as I walked away from him.
"Because, it's fun." He said, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he faded into the shadows of the large, stone castle.
But as I walked down the long, dark hallway, this was anything but fun.
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As I continued to make my way down the large, cavernous hallways, my shoes smacked against the marble floor. My breathing was coming out heavily as the cold intake punctured my lungs, and every time I breathed, white fog filled the air. I gripped my spear tightly, and splinters of wood pricked at my skin as my nails dug into the freezing pole.
I had not encountered anyone yet, and I felt alone as I travelled through the very dimly-lit castle. I couldn't even feel the presence of the sadistic vampire I knew was following me in the darkest shadows.
I could faintly hear cries and screams from somewhere in the castle. It echoed around the marble walls, sending sound waves rocketing all over, letting everyone know what was going on. I held in my shudders and cringes every time I heard the faint pleas, I tried to ignore it and walk on, but it was just too hard when you knew it was really happening, and you had your surroundings to prove it. As much as I wanted to deny that any of this was really happening, I couldn't.
I was in the thick of the fire.
Although I had sworn to myself I would never waste another precious moment on Edward, I knew I was going to die, and my last moments are being spent thinking of him as I travel through this place. I knew I still loved him. I really did believe what he said about it all being a lie. But he had still hurt me, he had lied to me, and broken me, and I knew I shouldn't forgive him for that.....yet, I did.
My footsteps froze as I heard more cries, closer. But these cries were different. They weren't cries of pain, or pleas, they were cries of sorrow. They were innocent, and young, and broken. Picking up my pace, I ran around the corner, and there in the corner of the room was the little boy, with his head in his hands, crying. His spear lay on the ground, and I saw a dark red puddle oozing across the stone floor.
My eyes followed the trail of crimson blood, until I saw the little boy's mother on the floor, a long stick stuck straight in her stomach. I hissed, looking away from the horrific scene.
"Come here, babe. I won' hurt you." I said, stretching my hand out for the little boy. He looked up at me with a tear-streaked face, his eyes red and puffy. I could hear Demetri's faint growling. "It's okay." I said, and the boy quickly got up from the ground, and started making his way towards me. But then he stopped and ran back, grabbing his spear. He ran towards me again, latching his arms around my waist, crying into my shirt.
"Hey, we're going to make it, okay?" I said, rubbing his back.
"I want to go home!"
"I know, I know," I said, kneeling so I was at his level. "I'm Bella. What's your name?"
"Dominick." He sniffed, looking up at me.
"Okay, well, Dominick, I have an important job for you, okay?" I said, and he nodded. "I want you to hang onto me, and hold onto your stick. Don't let go of that stick, got it? And if you see anyone coming, tell me. If they come up to us, run."
When I was finished, I stood back up, and he grabbed a hold of my left hand while he held onto his spear. With my spear in my right hand, I stared walking down another hallway, avoiding the bloody scene.
"So, what's your favorite color?" I asked Dominick, trying to get his mind of the situation.
"Green." He said.
"Really? Blue is my favorite." I said, smiling at him. He gave a little laugh.
"I hate puwple." He said, and I laughed at how he pronounced the word.
"Yea, I hate purple too. Anything but purple works."
"I'm eight! How old are you? 273?" he asked me, and I had to stifle my laughter.
"Not quite."
I stopped as I heard footsteps moving toward us. They were at a running pace, in a hurry. I quickly pulled on Dominick's hand, pulling him behind me, as I slowly made my way forwards. The footsteps grew louder, closer...until the boy with black hair shot out from the darkness, running towards, prepared to kill.
"Run, run, RUN!" I screamed at Dominick.
Dominick ran to the staircase and hid underneath. The black-haired boy ran at me, and I ducked as he swung his spear at me. I quickly recovered, spinning around and making a run for it. I ran a few feet before I spun back around and blocked a blow to my chest, his spear pressing into mine. He pressed harder, and my muscles strained with the effort no to collapse. I felt searing pain across my forearms, and looked down to see the movement tugging at the scabs on my arms, re-opening the wounds. I hissed in pain.
My lungs were already taking their fair-share of beatings, the thick tar making it hard to breathe. What had I done to myself? Was a five minute high, and the angry slice of a razorblade worth it? Ask me four weeks ago, and my answer would have been "Fuck yes."
Now, as I'm fighting for my life with these difficulties, I wished I could take it all back.
"Fight BACK!" the boy, who I remember was named Brandon, yelled. He pulled away making a stab at me, which I dodged. "Fight back, fight back, FIGHT BACK!"
"No." I muttered through clenched teeth as I continued to dodge and block his attacks. But I never lunged.
"Kill me, then! Either kill me, or—or—"
"You don't want to kill unless they are attacking you." I muttered. I watched as a few tears slid down his face.
"I need this. I love her! My brothers don't understand. They—DON'T!" he screamed, thrusting his spear right towards me. I couldn't dodge it, and I had no time to successfully block it. I only had one option.
I screamed out in horror as I raise my spear and stabbed the boy right through the chest.
My entire body froze, and my eyes widened as I saw his limp body hit the ground. The blood was too much—it poured from him and spilled across the stone floor like a coat of crimson paint. I was trembling as I stared in horror at what I had done.
Dominick's cries brought me out of my trance. Trying to avoid looking at the scene, I grabbed a hold of the boy's fallen spear and ran to Dominick.
Alice's POV:
"He's not here." I said as we exited the terminal.
"What an idiot. If he would have just stayed on the fucking plane he would already be here. What a selfish Jackass." Rosalie sneered.
"Rosalie." Esme said, giving her a stern look.
"Come on. Whether he's here or not, we have to get to that castle." I said, leading the way out of the airport.
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"What's the plan?" Emmett whispered as we approached the castle. I stopped, and my eyes glazed over as I searched the future. Everything on the inside of the castle was still fuzzy, all except Bella's death. But then I focused on our future, and could see a small break in the chaotic blur.
"There's two guys guarding the main doors," I said, coming out of the vision. "But the tunnels are empty. One of those entrances are bound to get to her sooner. You guys take the tunnels, and I'll get past the guards."
"No, Alice, you aren't going alone." Jasper said. I rolled my eyes. My sweet, caring—over protective fool of a husband.
"Jasper, I'll be fine. Don't even think about trying to talk me out of it. Psychic, remember?" I said, tapping my head with my index finger. He sighed, giving in.
"Okay, let's—"
"WAIT!" Emmett yelled, cutting me off. "We need a team name!"
"Emmett, now's not the time…" Carlisle said, giving him a stern look. Rosalie's hand twitched, and she was debating on whether or not to slap him.
"Okay, Team-Bella-1-2-3-GO!" I said so quickly they barely caught it. They all took off towards the alleyway, while I headed towards the obscured, huge doors. As I approached, the two guards tensed, already preparing for a fight. The one on the right was shorter, but still taller than I, with blond, shaggy hair. He had a sleek look about him, like he was skillful—or a smartass. I couldn't tell which. The other was slightly bigger with short, black hair.
"Hello, I'm here to see Aro." I said sweetly, my doe's eyes widening in innocence.
"No one is seeing the Master at this time." The bigger one said.
"But this is important." I said sternly, dropping my innocent act.
"How important?" the short one sneered. Definitely a smartass.
"Well, I guess if Aro isn't interested in my power, then—" I said, turning away slowly.
"Wait," the big one said, stopping me. The short one rolled his eyes. "What kind of power?"
"Oh, just, you know—end of the world, doomsday, tear you all to pieces—the usual."
They stared at me blankly.
"Name?" he finally asked.
"Alice Brandon." I answered.
"Okay—"
"Wait, wait, wait," the shorter one said, eyeing me suspiciously. I was about to go into a vision to see what he was going to say, but it was too late. "I knew I recognized you from somewhere—you're a Cullen."
Suddenly, the big one pinned my arms behind my back. I struggled with the effort t break free from his stone grasp, but it was inevitable.
"What should we do with her?" he asked slyly.
"Well, Master was interested in her power, but as a judge of the situation, I say she's a threat to our fine establishment." The short one said, stalking closer.
My eyes widened as a quick glimpse of my death played through my mind. This was it. This was the end. I only hoped Jazz would get out before he was hurt. I hoped that I would get to see Bella in the afterlife, if they didn't make it. Of course, I did hope they would make in time, and I hoped Edward and Bella would be reunited once again. They were the perfect couple.
He placed his hands on either side of my head, grinning. I knew this was the end for me, because the others were long gone, in the tunnels.
Quick as a striking snake, a white hand reached out of the darkness and ripped the guard's head off. The one holding me looked around frantically, bewildered, and my lips pulled back into a grin.
Edward had arrived.
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