Chapter 29

Edward's Point of View

"What's wrong?" Carlisle asked, sitting up alarmed in his seat. We quickly relayed Alice's vision to everyone. We explained that the biggest problem was the sun being out making it impossible to just show up and keep her from walking into the street. We also pointed out the abundance of video cameras that would be present, and why it was prudent not have our faces captured on them.

The family sat in stunned, horrified silence for several moments. Finally, Rosalie was the one to break the silence.

"Well, we have to save her regardless."

"I know that!" I stormed. Next to Bella, the secret of the existence of vampires was nothing. I was infuriated that anyone would suggest that I thought otherwise. I took another deep breath to continue my rant to Rosalie when Emmett cut me off.

"This isn't a problem," said Emmett. Alice and I stared at him in shock, how could he trivialize the predicament we were in? Bella's life was at stake.

"Don't you care about Bella?" Alice asked in disbelief.

"Of course!" replied and indignant Emmett. "That's why I have a plan, unlike you guys." At the same moment, Alice had a vision of his plan, and I was able to see what it was through his thoughts. The biggest surprise was that it was the perfect solution.

"That's actually a really good idea," I told him after thinking it over. If we could pull it off, we could save Bella and not risk exposing ourselves for what we were. At worst, we'd just be faceless jackasses.

"Oh don't sound so shocked," Emmett said reproachfully. "It's not like I'm dumb or anything."

"I knew that stuff I bought you guys would come in handy," Alice said smugly.

The rest of the family was confused. "Emmett," I said, "please quickly explain our plan while I gather up what we need".

Bella's Point of View

Once again, Alice's predictions proved to be accurate. At noon, I was told that all charges against me were being dropped, and I was free to go. The plan was for me to meet with all of the reporters who were waiting for me outside, then make my way to the house I had shared with my deceased husband. The Cullens would meet me there, and then we would make our way out of state as soon as possible.

Edward hadn't been happy that I was going to have to get home on my own without one of the Cullens protecting me. It was necessary though, the sun was going to come out today, and we couldn't risk anyone seeing their sparkling skin. Besides, Alice hadn't seen any danger, and the chances of my father-in-law's hit man deciding to kill me in the next hour weren't good.

A guard escorted me from my cell and gave all of my personal belongings back to me. Thankfully, Alice had included some non-blood spattered clothes so I had something less morbid to wear out.

This was the happiest I had felt in five years. Edward and the rest of the Cullens were back, and I had my shot at true happiness again. Edward loved me, and had promised not to leave me again. I was out of prison, and about to leave behind my dismal previous life. Things were going great. I felt slightly nervous, but I wasn't sure if that was because of the excitement of today, or just because there was still someone out there who wanted to kill me.

I took a deep breath. I can do this, I thought to myself. Then I stepped outside of the doors of the prison, into a writhing mass of reporters. I answered so many questions I thought I was going to lose my voice. As I did though, I slowly inched my way through the throng. I stepped out close to the street and two arms wrapped around me. I looked up and jerked away in shock. It was Congressmen Henry Brandon.

I almost started hyperventilating in fear. He wasn't supposed to be here! I tried to think of all the possible reasons he could have come. Only two made sense. The first reason was he wanted the publicity of being on good terms with me. The second reason, his hit man had changed his mind on when to kill me, and he wanted to watch me die.

Alarmed, I looked up and around. No snipers were visible. I realized how stupid that was; Henry had been very specific that my death was to be an accident. All the same, I wished desperately that Edward was here.

"Oh Isabella, I'm so glad you've finally been released," He said with his hands still on my shoulders.

"I'm sure," I replied, my voice heavy with sarcasm. It was my only defense against him right now, and I knew I needed to appear unintimidated. I deftly stepped back to remove his vile hands from my shoulders. "Makes it so much easier for your hit man to kill me if I'm running around free."

Brandon laughed heartily at that. "You poor dear. You've been through so much, and I'm sure those anti-psychotics the doctor prescribed are upsetting you." He smiled directly into the camera. If the situation hadn't been so serious I would have considered making gagging noises at his obvious play to the camera.

"I'm not on any medication," I hissed back, "except for the medicine my doctor had to prescribe for the injuries your son gave me when he tried to kill me."

Henry smiled with obvious pity. "Yes, my poor son, he also had some problems. I regret that we weren't able to help him before his illness caused him to do something so dreadfully out of character. I don't blame you at all for what you had to do my dear, I'm only glad that I still have you. Don't worry; we'll get you the help you need." He moved as if to embrace me again. I put my hand up, stopping him.

"Just don't." With that, I turned toward the street and stepped out to cross it. I was halfway across the street, when I heard it. I turned to see an out of control car heading straight towards me. I screamed and tried to run the rest of the way across the road but I tripped. I tried to get up, but it was too late. The car was almost on me.

Then, something black and huge grabbed me, pulling me out of the way onto the safety of the sidewalk.

"Emmett?" I asked in shocked disbelief. "What are you wearing?"

"I'm not Emmett," said the figure, "I'm super spyman!"