"I'll tell you what's going on," said a voice from the back door.
It was Caius, with most of the Volturi behind him.
Stuck between a bunch of hostile-looking vampires and a bunch of equally hostile-looking werewolves, the only Cullen capable of speech was Esme, who threw up her hands and said:
"Oh, great. This is all we need."
"You betcha it is," said Caius with a nasty grin. "You didn't think we'd really just go off and let Bella insult Aro like tha- Hey." He lifted his nose and sniffed the air. "Do I smell... WEREWOLVES!"
"VAMPIRES!" cried Embry and Paul at the same moment.
Carlisle, Esme and Bella started backwards as the Volturi and the La Push pack flew at each other and collided in the middle of the room. Edward sat on the couch a little to the right of the fray, unmoving and yet unharmed. Emmett, being more in the centre of the action, was immediately torn to pieces.
Bella, forgetting her own vampiric status, gibbered with fear.
"Boys! Leah! Take this outside!" shrieked Esme in a voice that was Not To Be Argued With. Carlisle winced. He knew that voice.
The fray obligingly inched out of the door, taking most of the doorframe and nearby wall with it. This in itself was a relief. Unfortunately, Edward was dragged bodily with it. His left foot took out most of the west doorpost alone.
"Edward!" Bella squealed.
Esme got out a dustpan and brush and began sweeping up what remained of Emmett.
And still, STILL, Edward did not move...
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