Sorry for grammar mistakes and spelling issues. I want to put this chapter out, so you'll have to wait for the liir part . Be glad. Thankful.
Gone
The air was tense and chilling. It was a crisp beginning of the fall season; No one moved.
It was silent as a graveyard.
Jacob stared wide eyed at Aro, who stared right back, a monotone expression on his pale, vampiric face.
Jacob heard his own heart ring in his ears; pulsing.
Jacob suddenly found himself in front of the leader vampire, staring strait into his gleaming lavender irises....
Jacob heard something; maybe his name? Jacob didn't know. It was too dull and shadowed to care about.
Jacob was lost in the trance of Aro's eyes.
Aro smirked inwardly, reaching out and placing his hand lightly over Jacob's drumming heart.
Aro expected to be over come with memories of Jacob's past, and mostly, his future. But no, Aro was admitted to nothing. He saw a blankness; a wall. It shielded him from Jacob's mind.
How?, Aro thought with a frown. He had expected Jacob's mind to be weak, but it was quite the opposite.
Jacob was suddenly gone at a speed only a Liir and Rosen could obtain.
He felt weak; tired. But Edwards arms wrapped around him tightly; shielding him from so much pain and misery. Keeping him out of the depths of hatred and death.
"Edward....," Jacob murmured silently. He could feel a rumble inside him. A growing pain; a power. For a second, when Jacob had been lost in Aro's trance, it was like all that power had crumbled beneath him and he had hit rock bottom and just floated there absently.
But now.....that power was back. Reunited. It started to become overwhelming; to much power to hold in one body. It started radiating of Jacob.
And then everything exploded.
Jacob didn't know what had happened, but he found himself head to head with Aro. All around him fights were taking place.
It may had been Rebel who had started it. It most likely was.
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Rebels eyes darted around him, more preoccupied with his 'kin' then his father bluntly letting himself be caught in a mind trap.
He would had intervened—for the reason that he was going to kill Jacob, no one else—but he knew his stupid, fucked up father could care for the likes of himself.
His eyes landed on Altair, who was seemingly distracted with the Jacob sight. Rebel's eyes narrowed at him, a sharp glare.
How dare they come here?
Rebel felt anger boiling inside him, but he was not the only one. Sebastian's stomach was churning with the blood lust, and power was billowing out his body.
Rebel blinked once, then he was in front of Altair, his leg just about to slam right into that pretty little head of his.
Then, by his ankle, Rebel's foot was caught. Rebel could see the mocking smirked on Altair's face as he turned to look at the last, and most powerful Liir ever to be made.
His fingernails dug into Rebel's ankle, but Rebel didn't notice. Or didn't care, it was the same thing.
"You have so much power Sebastian, it's not safe to use so many amounts at one time."
Sebastian's eyes went wild with anger inside of his taken over body, and that radiating flame finally caught the vodka and everything was lit to a blaze.
-
Max had practically found his almost-perfect twin.
Apparently, his name was Emmett Cullen.
He watched as the completely ripped muscular vampire jabbed his foot into one of the Volturi guards, sending the person flying. His eyes showed pure excitement and adrenaline, he grinned with joy. Though Emmett was the slowest of all the cullen, he made up big time for his stamina and strength.
And Emmett liked foreplay.
Max grinned; this Emmett would be the perfect one to pick on.
He kept a safe distance from the boy, examining him as Emmett continuously got hit and kicked, and some disarmed body parts(which he was able to put back on). But the boy didn't get up. He was actually laughing at the pain.
He liked a good fight, that was obvious. But Max knew all this, mostly because Emmett was just like him.
Blazing fires had already been formed; they flickered into the night, licking all life forms from inhabitancy.
Fire, the worse, and most painful fate for a vampire. Many screams were produced; many crackles of bone crumbling; many sizzling of flesh.
It was music to the ears—everyone's except the werewolves. Having joined only four Jacob sake, they had been thrown into the battle, fighting, and rather annoyed by the fact, for the Cullen parasites. They were disgusted by the noise and smell, but mostly ignored it. At least now they could say they were actually saving people from harms grip.
Emmett ripped of a vampires head while Lee, a werewolf, ripped of her hand. They tossed the body parts into the fire.
Suddenly, a vampire appeared behind Emmett, who was engaging in a fight with another vampire as Lee continued to ripped off the other vampire flesh by flesh with her teeth(obviously lost in the excitement of the game).
'Hmm,' Max thought.
In a nano, he appeared behind that same vampire who was about to attack Emmett and pressed the blade on his arms lightly against the vampire's head.
Without realizing, the vampire was just about to rip off Emmett's arm by his shoulder blade when a powerful surge overcame his body.
He shrieked in pain, falling to the floor from Dimitri's horrible wrath.
Max grinned as the blade that had mended into his arm turned into a gun. Without a nano going by, he placed it right against the back of Emmett's neck.
Emmett, feeling something cold be pressed against his nape, whipped around, ready to tear off the person's arm.
Then he froze, realizing who was in front of him.
"Your one of those weird people," he said bluntly, staring at the gun that was placed against his throat. He wasn't that stupid; he knew something was up with the gun if the guy had the nerve to put it against his throat.
Max snorted at 'weird people'. "Your either stupid, don't like paying attention, who rather not care about the fact who i am."
A grin melted on Emmett's face. "Sorry, im married."
Max grinned too. He would have fun messing with the guy.
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Jasper stared at her. This girl was Katrina. The girl who had been behind her—Naiki— had suddenly disintegrated, and the little sparkles had appeared on a black collar on Katrina's neck.
Jasper stared at her. Pain. Agony.
No happy emotions reigned out of this girl. No shocked. No sad.
Just plain anguish.
It was like a flame constantly licking at Jasper's soul. It reminded him so much about his past life, it shredded his heart.
It made him feel alone. But Jasper had been alone many a-time, so....
There was a thick barrier surrounding the redhead's mental state and nervous system.
Jasper knew: He was nothing compared to this girl. This girl could kill him right there. But she didn't, and Jasper wanted to know why.
He tried to push some emotion inside the girls frozen, yet limp body. The girl responded with a fresh wave of agony.
Then, she lifted her face only an inch. Her red bangs that had so completely covered her eyes were now letting exposure.
And as Jasper looked into those glimmering, crimson eyes, he only saw one new thing—a thing that had failed to radiate of her emotions, but off her eyes.
Murder.
-
Rosalie glanced at Emmett before growling for a werewolf to get away from her. Paul ignored her, and tore off a vampire's limbs, throwing it into the fire. Soon later, he was punched and he flew back.
The same fate awaited Rose as a foot connected with her side, slamming her into a tree with a hard force.
"My hair...,"she hissed angrily. Damn these Volturi....Damn this fucking vampire race....
As more kicks and punched were shoved towards her, her curly, freshly-done hair was started to waver in defeat. She growled with wild menace, her ticker finally reaching it's last tick as she let out a loud cry and started wildly ripping off the two vampire's bodies and throwing them in the fire.
When she was done, she glared at the crackling bones. Now random vampires were just showing up and attacking, adding on to the group.
To many people; to many fires; to much tension.
Rosalie just wished everything could be peaceful. She wished she could be a simple, ordinary human again.....
"Hehehe!"
Rosalie's eyes narrowed at the perky laughter, her head sliding around to stare at the giggling blonde female.
Latika had her hands on her hips, looking innocently at the glaring girl in front of her.
Both her palms were shining brightly. They looked like stars.....
Latika giggled cheerily again, feeling her right palms tingle with Marcus. Though she had the power, Marcus was the other mark that activated it.
Latika held out her hands.
Rosalie's eyes narrowed in part confusion.
Then, Latika started to slowly close her hands.
Rosalie's eyes widened. She felt like a human. The air pressure surrounding her was closing in on her.....blocking off something she felt like she needed to have to live.
It was burning and suffocating at the same time.
Latika hopping up and down; Marcus smirked and forced more power out Latika's glowing palms, taking deep satisfaction in watching the vampire in front of her suffocate to her sweet....
-
Sam glared at her.
Why?
She smelt just like his kin.
A werewolf.
But the wolf in front of him was not his kin. She was so different, yet so same.
Quil and Embry were backing Sam, staring down at the silver-as-the-moon wolf in non-favor.
They felt uncomfortable, but at the same time felt it was their duty to destroy this.....
Forest and Blair grinned, watching the three werewolves surrounding them. This night was pleasant; blood, gore, agony. Perfect.
She loved the way the full, sparkling moon reflected off her silver fur, setting a glimmering beauty towards the three werewolves.
How Forest would enjoy shredding everyone who came in contact with her and Blair into pieces...
-
Carlisle's eyes landed on Marcus, who stared strait back at him.
'Why?,' Carlisle asked, knowing Marcus could see it in his eyes.
Marcus shook his head once, as if dismissing his question. "To keep peace," he said out loud before defending himself against a pair of raging vampires.
Carlisle sensed a familiar presence behind him.
The feeling was much like the feeling Carlisle got when Rebel and Sebastian was around, yet there was something more sinister about this feeling.
Behind him he stared strait into Ryuusuke's eyes.
Ryuusuke was holding a black pen, but was mostly hidden behind James.
The pair both stared back into Carlisle's eyes, no emotion clearly shown.
Carlisle noted on the pen, and also how Ryuusuke kept it so close to James skin.
He felt a wave of displeasure, knowing something was very wrong with these two and that much pain...maybe even death, would be only seconds away...
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Rebel was stuck inside a foggy room. It was like a dream, but he knew it was real.
Shadows and dark figures past and went through the clouded, grey room.
He was getting angrier and annoyed as each second ticked away.
But in the real world, he was throwing every bit he had at Altair.
It was a pain; it hurt. But the scrutinizing agony felt good to him. Very, very good....
'Rebel...'
The sound so distant, but so there. Sebastian's voice.
He knew something was up with Sebastian. The male kept trembling; shivering. The teen was drenched with a cold sweat, yet his head was burning. Blood singed his skin and his cheeks were flushed bright red in pain.
His head was on fire; it kept thumping and thumping; ringing in his ears.
But he was dealing with it. He fed his pain to Rebel, powering the user.
Suddenly, in Sebastian's foggy mind where Rebel stood, a figure appeared.
Altair.
Of course.
The male walked up to Rebel freely, not caring about the sizzling anger and hate that so clearly was radiating off the boy.
It didn't take long—less then a nano actually—for Altair to find himself pinned against some unknown wall.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!!?!?," Rebel screamed in his voice at him. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
"I'm someone just like you. We're practically the same thing," Altair replied calmly. "Why do you think im here?"
Rebel glared at him menacingly. "Im NOT joining your group."
"First of all, we're not a group, nor organization, nor party, nor anytime of more then three person gathering. Second of all, we're only here to show you what it's like to be out of the clutches of these......vegetarians."
Rebel raised an eyebrow, as in saying to 'go on'
Altair sighed. "You must know......Sebastian must.....how it feels being alone, caged up and chained to wall, forced to do something their whole existence is completely against. You must thirst for human blood, yes? You must have the feeling how everyone in the world are 'nothings' and are 'useless', no? Your made to kill. You're an abomination to every kind, except your own."
Rebel stared at Altair. Outside his mind, he had stopped, holding Altair by the neck against a half-broken tree.
Altair gazed at him. "You want to get away, don't you? Your tired of this stupid nonsense. You know you weren't made for this type of lifestyle. You know you need to come with us.
Rebel blinked, still staring. Sebastian shuddered.
Rebel sneered, jamming his foot into Altair's side. "No."
-
Jacob could kill him. He knew this. He knew he could tear the vampire in front of him into shreds. What was holding him back? Why did his body specifically refuse to let him break Aro into pieces and throw him into a fire?
Jacob knew, but he didn't want to admit it.
Jacob was a Rosen, not a Liir. He didn't have the hungry thirst for blood shed and gore and death. Jacob was Rosen. He had the 'save' instinct planted inside him.
And was it the fact that he was half-vampire that made him feel for the Aro?
Jacob wanted to explode. He wanted to murder. But his body said no.
And...Jacob felt he wouldn't be able to look in the eyes of Edward if he got so low once again......
Finally, everything seemed to freeze.
Emmett found a blade pressed to his throat.
Jasper found his conscious about to break from the agony and pain filling it.
Rosalie was on her knees, her body getting crushed by the air pressure heavying on her.
Sam, Quil, and Embry found themselves tired as hell—there bodies still healing the massive cuts on their bodies.
Carlisle many gashing to his body, some inflicted by himself.
Seth and Edward were practically ripped up, but thankfully for them, no body members had been discharged to the fire as they held back vampires from Jacob's fight with Aro.
Then, there was a four way.
He found Rebel practically right next to them, and as Aro was in front of Jacob, Altair was right in front of Rebel.
Jacob let out a heated slow breath and then took one in, finding he needed it. He blinked
His heart pulsed in his ears.
"I can take it back."
-
Jacob's eyes narrowed at the vampire in front of him. "What?"
Aro smirked, shaking his head in mock disappointment. Suddenly, he had Seth.
"What the hell you fucking para—"
Seth's words came to an abrupt ending as he felt a chilling finger press against the nape of his neck.
He gasped as a wave of familiarity pulsed through his whole body sending him shivers.
Jacob's eyes narrowed, and Aro craned Seth's neck, showing a glowing orb.
Jacob's eyes widened instantly. No.....
Aro smirked, feeling a rush of power burn inside him once again. "It seems like you get it."
He threw the parasite Seth somewhere just to get rid of the creature, and Edward caught him before he smashed into a thicket of razor sharp broken trees.
"You can't....," Jacob whispered. He couldn't believe how vulnerable he was right now. Just......
Aro smirked wider. "I can."
"Seth wouldn't let you."
Aro cocked an eyebrow, turning to Edward, who bared his teeth fiercely at the leader vampire. "Really now?"
Edward growled louder.
Aro 'hmm'ed and held out a finger, pointing it at Seth and then pulling it back to him. "Seth, come here."
Seth's eyes glazed over and the mark on his neck growled brightly.
His feet started walking.....strait towards Aro.
Jacob's eyes, if possible, got even wider as he saw his best friend obeying the rules of the enemy.
To Jacob's relief, Aro gabbed Seth and yanked him back.
Seth eyes gleamed with hatred and he was about to throw Edward into a pile of trees when the trance was broken, leaving him panting as he regained his mind.
Aro turned back to Jacob. "See? If i wanted them too, all those precious memories would be gone."
No...Jacob began shaking his head, trying to push away the fact that he was...losing.
He can't take away Edward...he cant.....no......
Tears started to gleam in his eyes, and he shifted his head, trying to hide them.
"What.....what do you want from me?" Jacob whispered the question so low most did not hear. His body trembled.
Rebels head snapped to stare strait at his father as Seth and Jacob began to protest angrily.
"What are you thinking?!," Seth yelled. "You can't!"
"Shut up."
Seth's head snapped up to look at Altair, who was smirking at him. Seth glared haughtily at him, wanting to rip the cursed being into pieces. He found himself unable to talk, and growled low in his throat.
Altair rolled his eyes, as in saying 'so scary.'
Seth growled louder.
But it was Edward who was probably more important in the conversation.
"Don't Jacob," he whispered. "I can't lose you."
Jacob shook his head, looking at Edward fully. Edward could see Jacob's cheeks glazed over with tears that just continuously fell out of Jacob's helpless-looking eyes. "I'm s-sorry, Edward."
"So you must know them," Aro said, amused. "So you will freely come with me?"
Jacob was silent. It was silent. All that was heard was breathing, sizzling, and cracking.
-
"Are you really going to do this?," Sebastian asked Jacob inside his mind.
"I have to."
"Really, dad? You really think you have to do this?"
"To keep peace. No one else needs to die. I can't risk hurting Edward anymore."
Sebastian stared strait at Jacob, then sighed, shaking his head. "Why do you have to be so weak?"
It was silent.
And then, a fit of silent sobs.
-
"Yes. I will come with you."
"Jake no—"
"SHUT UP!"
Jacob's voice rang throughout the forest. Jacob slowly looked to Edward, who was staring at him, wide eyed. "I have too."
Aro smirked as the feeling of control once again came over him. "You can say goodbye."
Without nodding, Jacob walked over to Edward, their eyes never losing each other.
Once they were close enough, Jacob placed trembling hand on Edwards cheeks.
Their lips connected and a kiss.
"I love you," Jacob panted with each moment their lips came apart before returning.
This was the end for Jacob. He would never see Edward again.
Hot tears swelled harder out his eyes as his lips connected with edwards and then parted again.
Edwards eyes lowed and Jacob's eyes were closed.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." The words so endless, so passionate and scared. "I love you. I love. I love you. I love you."
Breathless.
With their last kiss, their lips parted, and remained parted. Jacob eyes opened and he stared strait into Edwards so honey gold ones.
"Please." It was Edwards last plea, filled with so many emotions.
Jacob shook his head once, and he looked into Edwards eyes one last time.
I love you
Jacob took his trembling hands off Edward, and turned around.
He was next to Aro now.
Aro smiled and cupped Jacob's cheek.
Then, the Volturi, including Jacob, were gone.
It wasn't a moment later when the cursed ones stopped torturing the Cullens.
"It was fun playing with you," Max whispered in Emmett's ear, removing the blade.
Once again, the Liir were grouped in front of Rebel.
Rebel stared at the ground.
He had long ago made a vow that if his father ever gave in, so would he.
"Are you coming?," Altair asked simply.
Rebel stayed frozen for a second, and then nodded. "Yes."
And then the Liir, including Rebel and Sebastian, vanished.
-
And the Cullens and Quillette pack stood there, quieter then silence itself.
Edward fell to his knees, tears leaking out his eyes.
Jacob was gone. His son was gone.
Edward had no reason to live anymore.
Ending? Review to choose.