The Colour of Chaos
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CHARLES BLACK
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It had been over a year since I had been reborn into the supernatural world. It made me love them more; realising how they tried to whisk me into another reality far away from their own horrifying one.
But I had come to accept it. This was who I was, this was what I was... it wasn't beautiful, it wasn't magnificent but it was me and I was past wishing it would change to any other purpose. If I had never phased I would not have the strength to protect my family...
To protect all the beings that made me who and what I was.
I wasn't magnificent and just slightly beautiful; I was frayed in my supernatural make up, I was stronger and weaker, braver and cowardly but these were the things I possessed and I would make them my most lethal weapons...
At first, I was sure Edward was surrounded... but on closer inspection, Bella wasn't playing prison guard but united with her ex husband. But how long would that last with Bella...? She would trade him as soon as the offer arose. But just like Nahuel and Flora-together with their associates, just like they had my grandfather and grandmother surrounded; Carlisle, Esme and Renesme had formed a tight perimeter from the roofs of the buildings high and away from the twitching noses of the shuddering barely contained giant rabid rats.
"You can take us, no protest..." Edward murmurs and I immediately know he knows we are here. Forever the saint, forever the...
"Not the time to be a masochist!" Isabella snaps and I grin abruptly. It's all bravado; I am intoxicated with the anticipation of potential violence-this was the wolf part of me. The fear of the danger to come as a result of this could only be put down to that lingering adamant humanity in me. Who was I kidding; I was truly a preternatural coated human of present...
Without the venom... just a human, underneath it all.
"Dear, as enchanting as it is to see you show such..." the plump human woman says apologetically, pulling a regretful expression "Shall I say humanness? Orders are orders..."
Orders were orders...
And the only order Carlisle and I had agreed upon, was that Edward Cullen would remain as he was. Whole and immortal, regardless of the fact that we were outnumbered in the sense of the giant pure bred werewolves.
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JACOB BLACK
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It was chaos.
Left, Leah... help Bradley and Collin...! I hissed and she skipped over Billy towards Matthew, her thoughts a slur of swear words and slight tinge of worry for Charles. He was fine, I thought deliberately in her mind. They had left the farm, and the farm had always been where the danger was...
Embry, Seth and Billy... follow me..! I growled and Billy whimpered, looking back at Collin and Bradley. Billy... Leah will help Collin and Bradley handle... now move your potential Alpha ass here, and help me with this asshole of a werewolf!
And amidst it all, snapping and pushing Dominic back... I could see the blazing eyes of a smaller werewolf, watching the violence with hunger. Katherine...
Dominic had said that werewolves were governed by only instinct... thoughts were barely ever there and if they were, they were irrelevant things. She took a step forwards and the excitement that coursed through Matthew and Dominic was disturbing, and just as I was sure they would spring for her... she sprung over them and collided with...
A vampire.
There was no point pretending there was order to the chaos... the Volturi were upon us, and by their interaction with the three werewolves-they had thought it was only a party of Quileute wolves and failed to anticipate our distantly resembling guests.
Do not, I repeat... do not concern yourselves with controlling the werewolves! I roared, watching as the instincts of the werewolves took over-as red eyed vampires shrieked and zapped to get away from the hungry jaws of Matthew, Dominic and the little Katherine. Let them do what is in their nature... because tonight, our natures have found common ground. Destroy them, destroy the vampires...!
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And just like that, the Elite Guard of the Volturi became prey to the giant rabid rats –that were edged on militantly by the wolves of the Quileute. In such a chaos, only the worst can survive... the most underhandedly evil...
And as Jane and her brother, followed closely by Felix-as they skipped over the morbid scene of limbs and marble flesh and headed back to the forest, back to their beloved Volterra... Aro's little angels lived on for another day, for the anarchy of the world they fed off.
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Should we be allowing them to eat...? Leah whispered. I couldn't bring myself to look at the writhing limbs being attacked by the werewolves. I stared on into the trees the little Jane had vanished into, a different sort of disgust working through me compared to the one my pack dealt with.
The werewolves were contained in a tight circle with their kill... the vampires... what vampires? It was nothing but bleached rubble on the ground. The only vampires that concerned me, the only disgust that ate at me... was the knowledge that three of the worst from Aro's lethal army had managed to wrangle their way through teeth, claws and fur... and return to Volterra.
Jake..!. Leah insisted, her tone laced with the queasiness that was all too human in our wolf minds-the humanness of potential vomiting.
What do you want me to do? ! I hissed and they all mentally cringed back from my tenor. I looked at the three delinquents of nature-a mass of mangy fur writhing together to get at... their kill. I ignored Seth's thoughts the hardest... but the rest of the pack were all ploughing at me, into my mind. It was disgusting, it was bordering on cannibalism... they flinched and gagged, looking away momentarily but drawn to the vileness of the horror in the end.
What could I do? What did they think we could do...? Pull the werewolves away from the one thing they had been hungering for, for so long...
Then it all turned strange; the werewolves were no longer concerned with the twitching marble and now, they began circling the smallest of them-Katherine.
Jake... Leah warned but I saw it too. Seth took a step forward, and received a warning growl from Matthew.
Separate them...! I growled, taking a step forward too. I growled low but neither Matthew nor Dominic paid me any attention. Seth's hackles were raised, his thoughts one string of 'I won't let it come to that, not a scratch not a drop of blood... will come from her'.
The aggression heated up exponentially, teeth and claws, growls and snarls and there was no other way out of it. Katherine was surrounded by the two werewolves, and those two werewolves were not concerned with the rest of the pack warning them to back off...
Instinct, had come into play.
One nip of Katherine's hind quarter equalled one lash out from Seth to Matthew and it all went up into the air then. We were battling werewolves. This was not like the other nights, this was not us containing them, this was not them hungry and disoriented.
They were fed. They were strong. They wanted more...
Seth...! Leah leapt to help her brother, Embry hesitating momentarily as Katherine was viciously bitten by Dominic, her strange whimper filling the air past the hard animal sounds coming from every supernatural being there. Matthew rolled with the Clearwater siblings, Billy and Collin in pursuit while I dived between Dominic and Katherine.
Stop...! I didn't know who I was hissing to, staring into Dominic's long gone eyes. He reared back and pounced on me, knocking Bradley's efforts of help to the side and completely bulldozing Embry to get at me... and in the midst of it all, Katherine joined in on the attack of werewolf versus wolf-picking the side of her species who wanted to bite her into little pieces over the wolves who didn't need to risk a limb for her(ignoring Seth and his inconvenient imprinting). She yanked at my tail while Dominic attacked my neck, the thick fur there saving me from his serrated teeth.
Matthew had somehow freed himself from the rest of the wolves and joined in, taking purchase of some part of me. I could see their efforts in my mind, the pack's determination in getting the three werewolves off of me...
Stop...! I growled but these were not my pack mates. These were not even wolves...
At least, not Quileute wolves. And they were not my pack mates, but they had minds... however demented and narrowed they may be in their current form... and I had a son, a son who bit me and granted me an extraordinary level of telepathy...
STOP!
The thought boomed from my mind, I felt the heat of it and the energy seep through to it from my centre. Their maws went limp and relaxed on whatever flesh they had managed to gain purchase of, my heart thundering in my chest as I felt a ragged weakness come over me. I had been carrying their weight on me, refusing to submit to their efforts and twisting in their jaws past the pain of their clenched jaws and teeth.
It was too quiet suddenly, the night whistling around me. I was free and breathing hard and heavy while they sat around me-all three of them, breathing evenly and black snouts glistening with my blood. They sat still and calm like I had never seen them before-the ugliest of hounds at attention. I got up shakily and twitched my limbs free of the awkward pangs of bites and bruises.
Jake...? Embry coughed into my mind and I realised it had been too silent in my thoughts. Do you mind... unAlphaing those of us who are very much aware we have free will?
My pack sat around the werewolves and I, breathing heavy and hard, their eyes distressed and postures hard and uncomfortable-unlike the easy stillness of the werewolves under my command.
Err, uhm... unstop? I muttered in a daze, the directive barely laced with the timbre of the alpha.
Argh! Leah roared into my mind, leaping forward and head butting me playfully. I thought you were werewolf chow... I mean, I am glad you aren't and all but if you ever Alpha edict me like that again, I'll kill you!
Yeah, Jake... Billy whispered sheepishly. That hurt like a motherfucker...
Kid swears...Collin commended. Paul finally shines through in him...
Katherine... Seth whimpered, taking a tentative step towards the smallest werewolf and nudging its side. It growled low and dangerous but made no move save for the easy rise and fall of its narrow chest. Is she... why isn't she free?
The 'thought' wasn't the same. I explained, licking my shoulder wound slowly and tentatively-trying to ignore the still twitching random white bits on the ground. I did the... thought projection thing I do with Charles. And then I just... used the wolf link the second time around. That thought thing, the one Charles and I do... it drains you of energy as is, now with the Alpha edict involved.. That was a bitch.
You want to train Lassie and her two goons to do some tricks and follow us... Leah began and Seth growled low and dangerous. His warning was met with numerous eye-rolls and mental replays of his pre-imprint days and anti-werewolf slurs. He cringed back and remained quiet, but still bitter.
They'll follow, I said but they could see the doubt in my mind. I took a step towards Dominic and then another, until we were nose to nose and I could see into his flat violent eyes. We said we would look after you... It wasn't a thought projection, it wasn't really a wolf link conversation but somehow, I hoped he would see it in my eyes. In the way animals just know whether or not they are a threat to each other.
And we will... Leah stood at my side and Dominic looked at her too, before glancing at me. I don't know what we hoped for; a light piercing the darkness of his eyes... comprehension falling over his form, maybe that he would shed the leathery skin and transform into a Quileute wolf...
But he remained the same. Impassive and apathetic but still violent-somehow, still violent, although he knew that his growls were reserved for anyone but my self... and as my Beta, Leah seemed to have been spared any snarls and howls from the werewolves.
We should head for the apartment... Leah murmured, walking back with me. The pack rose from the ground and followed suit, ignoring the stationary werewolves momentarily until... all three werewolves followed behind, silent and numb. We stopped then, and looked back. They stopped too, and stared at us with the same hard lifeless gaze.
They'll follow... I said. They know...
Even werewolves... have a leader. Leah chuckled morbidly. We need to get to the apartment...
I hear you, Lee... but we aren't going anywhere with these guys, I cocked my head back at our three musketeers.
Then let me go. Leah insisted and I frowned.
You'll go with Embry then... I sighed, looking up at the moon. It wasn't disappearing any time soon. Leah, be careful...
I don't know why I said it, what it meant... but it seemed like the right words.
Sure, they are the right words... Embry chuckled, nudging me as he moved past. Be good while we are gone, Oh Magnificent and strange Alpha?
Aren't I always? I laughed, watching as they skipped ahead to phase in separate locations. They would use the Jeep, and we would wait with our strange non-pack members until the moon phased away in the early morning.
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"Leah!"
Emily Uley flung herself into her cousins arms violently, and the moment that Leah Clearwater got over being greeted by someone who was not her imprint and subsequently someone who was supposed to be all the way in La Push; the moment Leah got over both these things and wound her arms around Emily...
Emily Uley began to cry torrents of tears, shaking in the She-Wolf's arms and emitting unintelligible words. By this time, Embry had established that there was neither a vampire, a half breed nor a... Charles in the apartment and he stood unsure in the kitchen, watching Emily's distress and Leah's confusion (that was fast turning into an odd pitying type of irritation).
"Emily..." Leah warned before taking in a slow breath and trying for a second, less aggressive and tetchy "Emily, please calm down"
"Lee..." Emily sobbed, pushing herself out of Leah's loose grip and trying to wipe her tears away with her fingers before giving up completely and just using the hem of her blouse. Embry politely looked away as she lifted the blouse to her face, noting that the outside world was too quiet and he thought he smelt distant smoke...
"Where is Charles?" Leah asked, her voice wavering on 'Charles'.
"'Left" Emily managed, shaking her head and starting a fresh river of tears, her eyes bright and burning. "Leah..." she managed "Sam... Gone. They took... they took..."
"Emily, you have to calm down..." Leah said softly, holding Emily's shoulder's carefully. "Take a breath... and tell me everything"
So Emily took a breath, calmed herself with the reminder that she was to save her son-her piece of Sam.
"They came, they killed Sam and took my son" her voice was deceptively hard-a transformation from her earlier bubbling not two seconds ago and it left both Embry and Leah with whiplash.
"Who?" it was Embry who asked while Leah stared at her cousin in horror.
"The Volturi" Emily said, her face twisting into undiluted hate. "Bella saved me" she said this with the same tone of loathing, no graciousness spared to the fact that Bella Swan had saved her life.
"We just massacred... them..." Embry began but his mind was still trying to comprehend Emily's words. The words that had drawn a picture of a world where Sam Uley no longer existed-the man who had been his first Alpha and once, his suspected brother.
"Jane?" Emily asked softly, hopefully.
"Not Jane" Leah managed, her heart squeezing and releasing painfully. Her mind suddenly bombarded with long lost memories of Sam and her, once... before everything. She thought she cared in that second, she thought she remembered the love as sweet as she thought it had tasted then...
But the realisation that the invincible hard-headed black wolf was gone, made her realise how tangible death was... and how far away her imprint had to be, from the deep hollow tugging in her heart.
"Charles?" Leah rasped, her eyes shining with tears that she would not permit to fall-eyes iridescent from the remnants of the wolf, which all the Shapeshifters carried in their human form. Emily blinked her own lingering tears away and took a breath, suddenly afraid of Leah-afraid of Leah's reaction to her words.
"He left for... Edward" Emily said "For the... diner, Charles said. All of them left"
"All of them?" Embry asked, thinking back to his own brother while Leah began to blur, heat coursing through her. She spared Emily one look before saying with effort "Stay Here" and bolting out of the apartment.
"Leah?" Emily whispered, her hand reaching out to her long gone cousin.
"Emily, have they all left for town?" Embry asked sternly-that memory of Jake staring up at the little room of the farmhouse and wistfully wondering on Renesme and his son, etched in Embry's mind. Emily nodded and as Embry made a move to leave, she yelped.
"I am not staying!" Emily cried. "You can't... I need to come. My son, Embry...! They took him...!"
"We'll come back, in the morning... I promise" Embry whispered, backing out of the apartment "Whatever you do, stay here. Up here, in this apartment... a couple of floors above ground. You'll be safe from things lurking..."
"Embry..." Emily tried again, but he was gone; running down the stairs until they turned into rubble and claw marks from Leah's abrupt phase. He joined her in the wolf link, following her scent into town with the pack joining them telepathically... and the three rabid wolves in tow.
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The town had always been quiet after dark.
But on this night, the darkness was the quiet and any light was as loud as thunder. There was not a street light, not a glimmer of headlights from passing cars or a flash from the light of a cell phone let alone street lights or robots... and to lesser eyes, it would have been the worst power outage to hit a small town like this one.
But the wolves could see through the darkness, they could hear through its quietness too... and blood and bodies lay on the roads, buildings chipped and marked by jagged claws.
A supernatural war had happened in the town centre, and levelled the perimeter that housed the little diner, the bookshop and the flower shop and the bodies laying in the wake of this chaos...
Human... Leah hated how relieved her tone was. She cringed, looking away from the red and flesh-berating herself for ever finding marble limbs disgusting in the face of crimson life. But it wasn't disgusting... At least not in the same sense and sentiment... this was...
Heartbreaking...Embry agreed. No human should be a part of this...
He stood still beside her, much bigger and muscled-more grave than she was in her panic. She was certain if Charles had been... killed(she had to be brave to think it and she was brave), her own life would just as instantaneously have ended. Her heart would have imploded and her soul would have drifted upward to join his.
They could hear the rest of the pack approaching, the same question in all the wolves' minds; how many humans were left alive in all of this...? But that was quickly trumped by the unwanted question on how many vampires had survived? After all, they had left their small community in La Push to another family-whether they were strong enough to accept the fact now-but the Cullens were a part of them.
We have to find out... Jake murmured, his mind racing and thoughts fighting to stay focused. Behind him, the three werewolves followed silently and detached for a few seconds before skipping ahead into the rubble and wreckage in excitement-vampires, the pack thought again, remembering the almost instantaneous reaction the three beasts gave towards the Volturi Guard.
They waited for a second-anticipating a blurred reaction to the mindless beasts, but when none came Jacob intervened. He pushed and shoved Dominic away from the concrete that was once the diner, growling at him until he backed away and retreated to the edge...
Leaving a silently munching Matthew a few feet away.
Leah... Jake sighed, ignoring Matthew in favour of removing rubble, car fragments.. and small body parts... carefully, sniffing his excavation points.
Leah and Embry growled at Matthew, pushing at him but he would not budge, growling back at them... until, they both smelt the familiarity of the vampire scent that had Matthew's undivided attention.
Jacob! Leah hissed and the entire pack mind was hit with Esme Cullen's scent. Jacob immediately froze as he got a play by play of Matthew over the point where Esme's scent was, from every pack mind... followed by Leah's replay of Matthew's chewing content self.
Werewolves may be vile mindless beasts, governed by violence... but the Quileute wolves had long been of the rage of the heart. While the pack reeled from the horror of the situation (the other two werewolves were not concerned, did not care nor did they have the mental capacity to understand what their third comrade had just done-albeit to a being that had been long dead completely), Jacob Black felt an anger and a wrath that he had never thought would consume him so soon and without the imprint and for a being he only thought of in passing.
But the inferno of the emotion and its intensity gave birth to the memory of how Esme Cullen had been like a mother to him once, and he was certain on numerous occasions before-whether her remembered those moments or not...
Jake... the voices were all warning him, but unless one of them had the power to strip him of his freewill... he would see the frenzy of his untameable fury through.
And he did, and before the moon had disappeared... and before his entire pack could manage to subdue him (or was it that he had had enough and didn't mind stumbling away from the body bloodied and drunk on murder)...
Matthew Delong, after dying a human and being born again a werewolf...
Died a werewolf, and was denied burial as he turned back to his human form and would only find solace in being counted that morning light as a tattered member of the thousands of human collateral of the vague chaos that had befallen the little town.
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The vans that sped up the narrow barely used highway were many, white vehicles with satellites on their roofs and eager news reporters seated in shot gun reciting their introductions for their News Channels. Somehow, they paid no attention to the first house, seated deep on a plot, just after the 'Welcome' sign...
It was a little farmhouse after all, far away from any... dangerous excitement. It wasn't like there was anything there... only burning bits of stuff that smelt putridly sweet to some...
"Get those vultures away from here!" hissed the Marshall from Hingley, a town a few hours' drive from the Unfortunate Little Town. He was matured, with lines etched on his face that gave him a disagreeable look but he personally did not believe he was too old for his line of work. He wore his uniform proudly, his eyes were infinitely hard and cold but his today his insides twisted from the several hours of excavating his team and the added new 'bullying' members of the FBI had been preoccupied with.
They were still trying to group guts, hands, limbs and heads together... trying to find if anyone survived the disaster, if anyone was under the rubble, crumpled in a car... trying to make sense of the claw marks on the debris and marking on cars and corpses alike...
But all the FBI offered was an unfortunate 'Earthquake' that had located itself in a single digit square radius, and felt pity on the outer skirts of the town and residential areas that were unharmed save for a few other claw marks running along the face of the buildings). The Marshall from Hingley had asked if this magical Earthquake "..had Claws and Teeth?" before spitting by the shiny shoes of the FBI agent who had been spewing this... information readily to him.
"Oh Goody" the Marshall grumbled to one of his own officers "The army done got itself involved"
"I wonder what they are going to tell the reporters to say" his officer murmured, watching as the tankers rolled ostentatiously past their little Jeeps.
"An unfortunate natural disaster hit this little good for nothing town in the dead of night, of course" the Marshall spat on the ground and scowled further "But if you ask me... this ain't nothing natural"
"Yeah..." his officer agreed absently "This just has to be the hand of God"
"You think this is a Sodom and Gomorrah situation?" the Marshall chuckled and his officer nodded his head vigorously "You do realise that makes us Gomorrah you idiot?"
"Err..."
"Leave God out of this and your ignorance will be shed"
"Who do you think it is, then?"
"Why..." the Marshall placed his hands on his hips, surveying the destruction that saw a whole block of buildings crumbled and pulled apart above the heads of civilian folk, cars smashed and ripped to scrap metal "It has got to be Aliens. Yep, that's what it is... why else would them preppy FBI be involved?"
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Edward Cullen, in all his years and decades...
Had never imagined a scenario where Carlisle Cullen would liberate his compassion and purge himself of his humanity. He had always thought that in the instance of immense internal upheaval, his father would become enclosed by his emotions and prisoner to every heartbreak...
But not this.
Never this.
"Please... father...!" Edward tried again, but Carlisle remained unmoved by his pleas. Carlisle Cullen remained emotionless, chained to the walls of the clean laboratory in the same position he had been for three days now... his expression uncaring, his eyes flat black and stone, his lips set in a hard line, his torso sporting numerous slashes from his efforts to save his beloved and Carlisle's mind...
"Father!" Edward cried but it was Charles Black who responded as he groaned into Edward's mind for the first time since they had been successfully captured by the humans . Edward abruptly stopped all his pleas and begging, reeling from a strange sense of relief mingling with the grief of his dead immortal mother.
Charles? Edward whispered and Charles groaned again, moaning about a headache and being medicated. Edward saw from his grandson's mind, the image of burning light as he opened his eyes for the first time in three days and saw his mother trapped in a tank, staring desperately back at him with her hands pressed against the glass, floating eerily in the waters.
"Alive" Edward breathed as the mental link broke off. "They are alive, Carlisle... Renesme and Charles-I knew the human's had no intention of giving them to Joham!"
No response, no movement came from Carlisle.
"Carlisle..." Edward cried afresh "I need you!"
He could hear the footsteps, but not a thought came from the humans. They wore those little earpieces that disrupted his telepathic abilities... but he knew his gift was only disrupted as far as his own body's depletion of Charles blood from his system. If his eyes were purple, he could push past their little gadgets...
He didn't care for them with any regard. He was glad he was chained by the treated shackles to the walls... he would have ripped every throat out and gorged on their blood... he was crying silently, and dryly. They were murmuring amongst themselves, discussing how different Edward and Carlisle were to the red eyed vampires...
Discussing the oddity that was Carlisle going into such physical shock...
"Arrange the samples and prep the vampires for interrogation..." a male voice murmured "I have been called back to that fucking town. Those half breeds should not have antagonised the situation past what we had budgeted for..."
"Where there other survivors?!" a female voice asked desperately and Edward ceased his cries, his chest locking and twisting abruptly. He knew the voice, he had wondered on it for so long...
"You better get things organised and arrange the samples woman!" the male voice repeated impatiently "When Dr George gets here... he won't be impressed with your disorganisation. You wanted out of the field and into the lab work... now do the goddamned lab work Ms Weber!"
"But... the... wolves..."
"Werewolves Ms Weber" the voice corrected in the same impatient manner before growling "Terminology! We don't care about werewolves... you know that. They are harmless... to us!"
"Yes, of course" Ms Weber agreed begrudgingly. "I apologise, Dr Waldwick... it's just..."
"The excitement?" Dr Waldwick said, dropping his impatience suddenly. "A real live vampire... and I know all about your relationship with the Ms Swan. Don't worry, she is being moved here for cross analysis..."
"Yes" Ms Weber's voice was void of excitement to this news.
"Right" Dr Waldwick sighed walking out of the laboratory with two other men tailing him "I have a long drive ahead... the FBI needs scientific proof to back up the story... stupid reporters always make everything more difficult..."
The electric door shut with a whoosh-that managed to cause Ms Weber to jump, regardless of her vicious training in the 'field'-and Edward Cullen lifted his head up immediately. She was facing away from him, staring at the file with Renesme Cullen's name on it and refusing to acknowledge the fire in her heart, refusing to look back at Edward.
There were cameras. She was wearing the goddamned 'earpiece' and there was no way she could take it off with the cameras, there was no way she could look at Edward with the cameras and there was no way to know if Edward could tell he had to 'not know her' in this moment...
But he was always most intuitive... wasn't that how he got his gift in vampirism?
"Miss..." Edward whispered and her heart stuttered, her hands gripping the clipboard tightly. Her hands were sweating already, her heart breaking all over again (from the moment they had told her that 'they had caught them' and she had realised that 'them' wasn't Isabella and Jane with the rest of the Volturi but 'them' had been Isabella... with vampires Angela loved so thoroughly).
She had been asked how far she would go for revenge.
"This is too far... right over the edge" she whispered to herself and Edward sighed from behind her, the chains he was held by clinking lightly.
"Miss Weaver" he said louder and she dropped the clipboard at the clear sound of his voice.
"What...?" she turned around and their eyes met-his black ones to her brown ones, a brown that was surrounded by red tinged white from crying that first night the vampires had been brought to the base.
"It is... Miss Weaver... is it not?" he asked cordially.
"Yes" she said and then laughed manically before saying shakily "I mean... no. It's Ms Weber"
"Ms Weber" Edward said thoughtfully "Yes, that is more fitting"
"Ms Angela Weber" Angela murmured "And I will be taking care of you. Annabelle Erickson is taking care of... Renesme and Charles..." it's too personal she thought, and quickly added "Renesme and Charles Black"
"No, Renesme Cullen and Charles Black" Edward smiled-a painful dejected smile.
"You haven't committed any crimes" Angela said abruptly and then sighed, realising that this was a statement and not a question like it should be... "You haven't committed any crimes against humanity, I see by the... records"
"I try to be good"
"None of you have committed crimes..." Angela's eyes drifted to an immobile Carlisle before glancing at her clipboard on the ground, with Renesme's name written in bold black at the top "...oh"
"Oh indeed" Edward sighed, dropping his head down and hiding his face from Angela. "And of the wolves... you truly know nothing, Ms Weber?"
"If they were spotted, they would have been brought here too" Angela said "But Lorraine was in charge of that, and she is very goal oriented and not one for distractions. If she thinks something is unnecessary... then it is truly unnecessary. Wolves... we like to call them werewolves in these parts"
"Hmm, then hope is alive"
"Vampires have no hope" Angela said "They want only for blood"
"There are many things that vampires want for... outside of blood" Edward said softly "Many things, and for some... one greater thing. And when that one thing is lost... we crumble" Edward looked over to his father, to a silent Carlisle "When that one love is lost, we cease to exist"
"Es..." Angela began and Edward growled at her violently and she closed her mouth immediately-a look that resembled fear on her face.
"Ms Weber, Angela... you are truly an Angel" Edward said quickly "I would hate to see you in any sort of hell"
"I should leave" she mumbled "I'll wait for... Doctor... somewhere else"
"Yes, I do agree" he whispered, watching as she clumsily picked her clipboard up with the file on his daughter, watching as she backed out of the laboratory hastily and uncoordinatedly "You should leave"
The door shut, and Edward Cullen resumed his pleas for his father to come back to him from the chasm of Carlisle's own dark mind-begging, pleading, blackmailing... all in the name of the dead Esme Cullen.
AUTHORS NOTE:
I wonder if you theorised to this point... I would love to know you theories! lol. c u next time, and remember how much I looove to hear your thoughts on things!
Now that I am on holiday, you'll have my undivided attentions