Chapter 23
Dylan's POV:
The four of us ran through the woods and back roads silently; my mother, my father, Jacob and I. When we finally reached the large abandoned-looking building, we still didn't say a word as they followed me into through a broken window. I followed the trail of blood first, the cold feeling in my stomach growing stronger as I smelled Landon's blood. This wasn't good if he was still alive at all. We came to a room with a small window at the top. My father peeked in, and began to walk away. My mother gave him a frown, and glanced in too. She turned, covering her mouth with her hand.
"It's a dissection," she whispered to me, "Landon." If I was in my human form I would have cried, but instead, I padded away slowly, my head hanging as Jake did the same.
I can't believe he's dead.
He had a good life, even though it was short. Jake said kindly, digging his nose into my neck. When we broke apart from our animal's embrace, my mother and father were looking at us awkwardly. I trotted past them, and they followed, my father bringing up the rear. I wasn't really sure what to do next. I could find Blaed, but then what would I do about the pack? I needed him with me to find them; otherwise I wouldn't be able to find a way to get them all out safely. I stopped, and went back to where the trail of Landon's blood started; I took a deep breath with my mouth open, and over the smell of Landon's blood, I smelt Blaed. I followed the scent to a door that was the same as the room with Landon's dissected body in it.
Oh no, I thought in despair. What would I do if he was dissected too?
Dylan look at me, Jake said, and I did as I was told, I am sure he is fine, I nodded, and looked up at my father in my own way of asking him to look through the window I was too short to reach. He understood my sign language, and peeked through the window. Relief went over his face, and I was scared. I knew how much he hated Blaed. I walked away with my head down like I had when I found out Landon's fate. I transformed, and collapsed to the ground in my human form, crying.
Edward's POV:
The instant my only daughter walked away from me in that miserable way, I felt terrible that I had been so horrible to Blaedon. He really wasn't a bad kid, and he obviously loved my daughter very much. He was on the operating table with an oxygen tube in his mouth. But he wasn't dead. They were preparing to do surgery on him, who knew what. They would have to wait ten minutes for the oxygen to work, we had time. My baby collapsed onto the floor in her human form, and I ran over to collect her into my arms. No matter how close to my age she looked, she was still my baby girl, and always would be.
"He's alive, baby." I whispered into her ear, and she straightened, looking into my eyes.
"He is?" She choked out, and I nodded. She grinned a watery smile, and stood. Bella handed her a pair of shorts and a shirt as Jacob and I looked awkwardly away. Dylan hurried to the door, and grinned again as she saw her love alive, if passed out, on the operating table. She sighed, and I realized how much she loved him. I would have to make an effort in the future to be kinder to them both.
Dylan's POV:
He was alive. I didn't deserve for this good luck, this amazing man in my life, and the most phenomenal family in the world, I really didn't but I couldn't help reveling in it.
"Casey," my mother whispered from my side, and I noticed him in a dark suit in the corner of the room. I was really going to tear his head off.
"What do you say we just bust in there?" Jake said excitedly from my side. Sometimes it felt like he was my age, and I loved him for it. My mother laughed,
"Always the first to fight aren't you Jake?"
"Indeed," my dad commented,
"Well, that's my son in there! How do we know what they're going to do and when?"
"We don't" My father agreed, and my mother and I looked at him, surprised. Before we could debate on it anymore, my father grabbed the door knob, and pushed the door open. Everyone in the room turned to us as one, and I wasn't as scared as I would have been without my family.
"Dylan, Edward, Bella! How good of you to join us!" Casey exclaimed.
"Just give me my pack and Blaed," I tried to say calmly, but it sounded menacing even to my own ears.
"Tsk tsk Dylan, not very polite." Casey said. I really was going to kill him, or whatever you do to a vampire. I transformed in mid-air, and saw Casey's look of surprise before I hit him, tearing at any piece of him I could reach.
Sorry this is so short, I've got a writer's block!!!