Romanian Rubble

"It's finally our time, brother," Vladimir murmurs gleefully, glancing to Stephen.

"I do believe you're right," Stephen agrees, rubbing his hands together.

As soon as they are within a few feet of Carlisle's outstretched hand, Jasper and Peter spring, each taking on one of the brothers. The fighting is vicious, as the Romanians have had centuries of practice fighting, but they are still no match for the Whitlocks. They are almost a blur, even to your enhanced vision, trading blows. The crown backs away, but stays in a circle, allowing the combatants room to fight but nowhere to go.

You have the utmost confidence in your Major, but part of your mind is still screaming at you to join in and help defend your mate. You glance over to Charlotte and notice the same look of confidence in her expression, but tension in her body. Your eyes quickly return to the fight and see Jasper has the upper hand - literally. Vladimir's arm goes flying into the crowd, which screams and fights over it, like single women grabbing for a tossed bridal bouquet. You see it broken into chunks by the tugging from various hands in multiple directions.

The look on Vlad's face amuses you, which makes you wonder how sadistic you've gotten as a vampire. Vlad has realized his end is nigh and is starting regret the confidence with which he strolled into your midst. Still, the asshole is trying to behead your mate and is one of the major reasons you had to hide your connection to the Major for so many weeks, so you are taking a bit of pleasure in his pain. It's only fair.

More body parts go flying into the frenzied crowd, from both Stephen and Vladimir, and it becomes apparent the Whitlocks are simply toying with the ancient vampires now. Now that your instincts know your mate is safe, you can relax and enjoy his feline grace as he attacks.

"It's obvious you've won," Vladimir grits out between clenched teeth.

"So just finish it," Stephen growls.

"We can no longer fight," Vlad admits, not having any arms and missing a foot as well.

"We are warriors, like you. Playing games with defenseless prisoners is beneath you," Stephen adds.

Jasper and Peter exchange a look and laugh.

Jasper shakes his head and accuses, "You've been playing games with people's lives for decades in your quest to regain power! You don't know us at all, or you'd know exactly what we're capable of doing to traitorous bastards that attempt to endanger our family, friends, and mates."

"The Volturi killed my mate and have left me to suffer without her for over 1600 years!" Stephen roars, snapping his teeth as venom spills out of his mouth and runs down his chin.

"The witch twins killed my mate 1200 years ago! I have been waiting to see those little demons burn for centuries!" Vlad screams, eyes wild and practically foaming at the mouth.

You have a sudden epiphany, guessing who the double agent is within the Volturi. Taking a step forward to catch Jasper's attention, you calmly address him. "End it, Major. They've gone mad from being forced to live without their mates for centuries on end, left with only the hope of revenge but never able to attain it."

The crowd quiets and stills, most wearing an expression of empathetic understanding. Jasper and Peter make quick work of removing the Romanians legs and heads from their torsos, setting the heads off to the side. The crowd tosses the rest of the chunks onto the writhing pile of limbs.

Jasper and Peter each get a call on their phones, causing them to come over to where you, Charlotte, Carlisle, Esme, Rose, Emmett, and Edward are standing while they talk in hushed whispers into their cell phones. Everyone in your group is watching the Whitlock men, knowing it's likely from the Volturi, letting the men know when to expect their arrival on the scene. You all hear a whoosh and smell the acrid scent of burning vampire.

"No!" Jasper and Peter scream angrily, racing back toward the roasting Romanians. Jasper tries to kick one of the heads out of the flames, but it disintegrates into chunks, already engulfed by the fire. "Fuck! Who did this?"

One of the nearby vampires cringes and tries to sink back into the crowd as all eyes focus on her. She has strawberry-blond hair and golden eyes. Tanya.

"Why? She was just finishing what you started," the blond girl next to her defends.

"They weren't the only ones leading this conspiracy," Jasper growled ferociously, his eyes black as coal. "Aro was planning to use his gift on them to find the rest of the traitors."

Tanya was visibly shaking with fear and whimpering, clinging to her sisters. "I'm so sorry, Jasper! I didn't know! Please! I thought you were planning to burn them and didn't want them fusing themselves back together while you were distracted with other things. I was trying to help! Honest!"

Jasper looks at Edward who nods his head grimly. He takes a deep breath, attempting to control his rage. "Aro will be here in two minutes, Tanya, so you'd better hope for your sake that your thoughts were pure, and you don't have anything to hide," he warns.

"That's why you kept their heads!" Carlisle quietly murmurs under his breath, realization striking him.

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AN: I will work on the outtake after the story is over. Only a few more chapters left. Thanks!