October 24.

Hey. Go read the last chapter's AN. I'll wait.

Okay. So, here the next chapter.

I don't own Twilight.

The Harry Potter stuff I am using belong to J.K Rowling.

Chapter Twenty-five: Red.

That was it. I was going to die. I knew it. I had been so wrong. So bloody wrong to think that I could do this alone. Terror filled my completely. I had never felt more helpless in my whole life. The man I loved had been turned against me. My mother was dead. I had no idea what had happened to my friends and Edward's family. And I was standing just a few feet away from Lycaon.

The warehouse smelled. It reeked of blood and sweat and something other that could only be described as disgusting. It was huge. Alice was right. The floor was all concrete. It was dark, the windows were covered. There was barely enough light. I forced myself to not to pass out because of the blood. But it was hard. I was already light-headed. I tried breathing through my mouth.

Eighteen of them stood in front of me. A lot of them were missing.

Of course, all of them were disgusting to look at. But Lycaon had changed. His hair once used to be long and matted, now it was cut short. For the leader of the pack, he wasn't too tall. He was shorter than Edward and was as bulky as Emmett. There was a new scar on his face, it ran from his left eye to his chin. And of course the two other that I had given him long ago. For once, he wasn't wearing rags. He was grinning, sowing off his yellowish teeth and there was blood on them.

Looking at him brought some terrible memories. I remembered watching him as he had looked down on Jennifer. I remembered him hold my mother by her neck, choking her. I remembered Alicia screaming at me to run. I remembered Alec jumping in front of me when Lycaon was about to attack me.

It filled me with rage. I exhaled sharply. He chuckled.

Sweat broke out on my forehead. Damn you, stupid blood issues. Even my arm hurt.

A whimper made me look away from him. I turned. In a corner, two figures were curled up against each other.

I gasped. "Leah! Seth!"

Both of them looked up. Their faces were sickly. They were thinner and pale. Seth's leg was at an odd angle, while Leah's left arm dangled limply at her side.

"They call themselves werewolves." Lycaon said in disgust, "If it hadn't been for their healing powers, they would have died already. No matter, after I am finished with you, Isabella, I shall kill them all."

I tried not to shudder at his voice. His voice was deep, menacing.

"Master," Edward bowed his head.

"Edward," I whispered.

He looked at me and for a moment, barely for a moment, I saw a flash in his red eyes.

The curse was wearing off. Either it had not been performed properly or it just did not work well on vampires. I had seen red eyes on vampires all my life but seeing Edward with blood red eyes sent shivers down my spine. I was used to his butterscotch colour so much.

"I did what you asked me to do." Edward continued. "I await your further commands." He shoved my wand into the pocket of his jeans.

I needed to get it back as soon as possible. My breathing was coming out in gasps.

"My, my, look at you." Lycaon said as he took a step towards me. "I believe it was you who once told me that she was not scared of someone like me."

I kept struggling against Edward's vice grip.

Just give me my wand and I'll show you what being scared is like. I thought angrily.

"You can let go now." He said to Edward.

Edward did what he was told. I rubbed my arm. I was starting to feel my arm again at least.

"The new addition to your face looks lovely." I remarked.

"Well, I will have to that Caius for that." He spat. "The Volturi won't be ruling any longer, Isabella. I will kill you first and then every single one of them."

"You have been saying that for a long time, Lycaon." I said crossing my arms. I had no idea where that attitude had come from. I was stalling and I needed to continue to. Inside, I was trembling with uncertainty and fear.

He killed your mother. She would have been sitting in the living room, watching T.V, not even knowing that her end was there. She would have screamed, begged even.

Rage filled up inside me. All the terror, the fear, I had been feeling was now gone, leaving me burning with the urge to make him pay for what he had done to my mother. I didn't care if I didn't have a wand. I would make sure he died by my hands. I would make him suffer for what he did to me.

I was going to make sure he understood what pain meant.

"We must hurry up." The one nearest to Lycaon , a woman with dirty blond hair, said. I knew that she was the only one who held a wand in their group. "It isn't even full moon yet. We are outnumbered too."

"I don't care. She had been troubling me for the last decade!" Lycaon growled. "We finally have a chance to kill her and the Volturi after years of planning."

"What would be able to do?" Another one snapped at him. "Hailey is right. The full moon isn't for another eleven days."

This time, Lycaon agreed.

"Well, someone really needs to think everything through." I heard Leah say. I tried hard not to look in her direction.

"The bitch is annoying. Can we kill her first?" Hailey said irritated.

"We need them. They have a Seer among them. You can kill her later." Lycaon snapped. "Cullen. Kill her. And then we kill you."

Edward smiled creepily, "Finally."

Any minute now, Demetri.

Even before that thought got finished, Edward's hand had twisted around my neck. I choked and gripped his wrist.

"Ed-Edward." I managed to say. "Ahh." I couldn't breathe.

I could feel my feet being lifted off the ground. He continued to stare at me with his wicked grin and his red eyes. I saw no love there. It was as if he was having fun. There were tears on my face. And he threw me to the wall. I heard the cheers of the werewolves and Edward's snarl mixed amongst them.

I screamed in pain. My head had hit the wall. My one hand went at the back of my head and the other at my throat. My fingers scratched my throat, my vision was blurry. I felt something wet oozing out of the back of my head. My left foot hurt a lot. Barely a couple of seconds had passed, Edward was again in front of me. The physical pain was followed by lots of emotions.

Some I managed to tilt my head and look up at him. His eyes were black now, Bloodlust clear on his face.

Maybe it was better that his face would be the last one I saw before I died.

"Edward. Don't...do thi-" The rest of my words got cut off by my scream.

He yanked me up, at eye level with his. He inhaled deeply, getting closer to my neck.

"I love you," I gasped, " I am... sorry for this."

I pulled out my wand from his pocket. In one quick motion, he was standing several feet away from me and was struggling with ropes that kept entangling him.

I cast a shield around me before any of them could register what had happened. There were shouts and growls. Worst of them was Edward's.

A part of me wondered why Hailey hadn't attacked. Gingerly, I stood up on my feet. My hand shook, I was gasping for air. I rubbed my eyes.

The growls increased. And I understood why Hailey hadn't attacked.

My friends were here.

See you soon.

Sacraa.