Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Stephanie Meyers' work. She created the characters. I may have come up with the originals, but they were intertwined with Meyers' magnificent genius. The story points of view are broken up into different books, like in Breaking Dawn. I do give credit to Stephanie Meyer for that style of writing as well!

A note: This is the longest chapter I've ever written in fan fiction history. However, compared to some chapters out there it's not THAT long … anyways, enjoy! :o)

26. Saving Rosalie and Emmett

We spent a lot of time planning and strategizing. Alice foresaw the weather continuing on its same dismal path so we didn't have to really worry about concealing ourselves. We decided that a reconnaissance team to the theater would be best. Edward and Carlisle were chosen to venture to the Nederlander while I stayed as the rest of the group's liaison. It was useful to have the ability to communicate through our minds – it eliminated the unnecessary time on the phones. But of course we each held a simple silver phone on our person.

"We'll check it out, see what we can find," Carlisle explained.

"Be on your guard, Alice," Edward instructed. "You know we're counting on you to inform us of any sudden changes."

"Of course," she nodded.

"Hopefully we'll be back in at least two hours," Carlisle looked at his watch. "We'll keep in constant contact."

"Be safe," Esme held Carlisle's hand and for the first time I read complete fear across her face. The way she held his hand was not with the undying passion like between the younger couples, but the way I pictured soul mates that had been together for centuries … like Esme and Carlisle. The love that emanated from her was almost tangible.

"We will," Carlisle held her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. For some reason it wasn't something I could watch – it felt like such a private moment that it was rude of me to stare. "Come on Edward."

"I love you," Bella whispered to Edward and the two kissed – but with a fiery passion usually found between new couples.

They exited so quickly and quietly; the only sound was the door shutting. That left the four of us to sit and wait. At first we didn't say anything, just stared. After fifteen minutes Esme suggested we play a game to keep our minds off how worried we were. It worked for a half hour or so, but then it just got monotonous. I talked to Edward and Carlisle a few times, but they said it was taking a really long time to get to the theater due to the amount of people and they couldn't just run by everyone – it would be quite shocking to most pedestrians. Forty minutes later they were at the theater.

It's dark and empty, Edward narrated. It's definitely been in use, but very minimal. I think they're rehearsing for another play here, but no one's here now. We also don't see Rosalie or Emmett here. Has Alice seen anything?

No.

Hmm … Carlisle and I have caught Rosalie's scent … it's faint, but it's here … They're here! Under the stage, there's a trap door in the wings, Carlisle has found it and –

Silence.

"Edward?" I opened my eyes. Edward? Silence.

"Noooo!" both Alice and I yelled at the same time.

"What? What's happened? Where are they going?" Esme, Jasper, and Bella leaped to their feet and started hounding us for answers. I turned my frantic gaze to Alice.

"It was a trap. They knew we would track them to the theater. They've got Edward and Carlisle. There are five of them – a family of sorts. There's a leader and his mate, a son and his mate, and then a sister … a twin … of the one that got away –"

"Hannah," I said softly, completely frozen.

"Her twin sister," Alice said again.

We all looked at each other.

"Do they know how many of us there are?" Jasper pressed.

"No, they think this is it. They won't expect a second wave. Tell Edward to keep quiet –"

"But I lost communication with him!" I cried.

"Just try!" Alice was two inches from my face.

"Okay," I nodded, trembling. Edward … Carlisle … if you can hear me … they don't know how many of us there are … just … we're coming. Don't tell them there are more … we're coming … I opened my eyes.

"Do they have any special powers?" Jasper was interrogating Alice.

"No … wait … yes, the twin. She's like Alec … can remove your senses, leaving you in the dark, only she can remove them one by one. She's skilled … I think," Alice stared for a moment then continued, "yes, she's muted Rosalie and Emmett, which is why we can't reach them."

"What about Edward and Carlisle?" Bella asked.

"I … yes … she's muted them also."

"What now?" I asked, scared.

"We get them," Bella said with a fire of hatred that danced in her eyes. She held a little silver square in her hand. Almost as if she sensed my curiosity, she opened it with a subtle flick of her wrist and a flame danced wildly. It was a lighter.

"Okay," Jasper said gravely, a silver square in his hand also. It took me a minute to realize I was the only one who wasn't armed, but Alice's little hand held one for me. "Let's go."

We didn't even bother hailing cabs – we ran. The rain was coming down, steady, but nothing prevented us from moving at lightening speed to the Theater District. We were all wearing plain clothes so we didn't seem like one colorful blur as we zipped by. We all wore jeans, and either black or blue shirts. When we got to the theater it was very quiet.

Are they inside, Alice? I asked.

Yeah, in that trap door under the stage. Ask Jasper what we should do.

After relaying the question, Jasper responded with a curious idea: Maybe I should go first. I'll distract them, or even make them all feel on edge. You've experienced my calming effects, but haven't even begun to feel what it's like when I make you jumpy.

I like that idea. Should we stay out here and wait for the go ahead?

Yeah. Try listening for their minds first, Jasper instructed.

I closed my eyes and searched. I tried to remember what the inside of the theater looked like. Getting some sort of visual was always helpful for me because it just gave my mind a place to focus. I found the stage and tried to imagine where this trap door could be – it definitely wasn't used during the production of RENT. I reached out my mind to search for something – anything that was there.

Hailey –

My eyes snapped open and they all looked at me. "The twin's name is Hailey," I closed my eyes shut, squeezing them and willing my mind to find out more.

Hailey is going to get us killed! A strong female voice hissed in one of the vampire's minds. She's so reckless … thinking her power is invincible – what if there are more? What if they have powers? But the others did go down easily –

I hate New York City, a deep, male voice suddenly interrupted my trace on the mysterious female. So this was what it was like in Edward's mind – an unending brigade of thoughts that he alone was left to sort out. Why do we always have to do what Hailey wants? She's such a bitch. Backstabbing bitch that would –

I hope we finish this soon, I can't wait to have sex again, a high-pitched female voice cut off the male. It was getting very confusing. Eric is so hot when he's getting ready to kill … I hate Hailey –

I hope this doesn't backfire. If we get caught –

What if we decided to –

Canada's a nice place to live –

This is for Hannah – Hailey's voice was the last I heard until I stopped it.

"No!" I hissed and put my hands over my ears.

"What is it?" Jasper asked in a low voice.

"I can't sort the voices … all of them … I can hear their voices all at once. It's too much."

"You can't sort them?"

"No," I shook my head, "I haven't practiced enough to do that …"

"We'll be fine," Esme said softly.

"Wait," Bella's eyes lit up. "I have an idea." We turned to her. "I can protect us from what's-her-face. But they have no idea what Corey can do, so what if we messed with their minds?"

"How so?" I frowned.

"We go in, stay hidden, but confuse them. I'll block us from whatever mental attack that female has and Corey can imitate their voices, pit them against each other. If we – what?" she hissed at my skeptical face.

"I'm not that skilled, Bella," worry surfaced in my voice. "You're putting a lot of eggs in my basket and I'm not so sure I can carry them all …"

"Yes you can," Jasper said softly and Esme rested her hand on my back.

"What if I screw up and end up getting all of us killed?"

"You won't," Esme took my face in her hands and stared darkly into my eyes.

"No," Alice shook her head and squeezed me tightly, "you won't. I can see it." Well that was a good sign.

"Let's start a fire in a barrel," Esme turned her eyes down the back alley. "We can throw them in there … we can't leave any evidence." She was right.

As the fire roared, fueled by cardboard and other garbage that filled the barrel to the brim, we slipped in a side door, completely unnoticed, and this time we actually heard voices with our ears. We hid behind the last row of seats on the lower level. All five of them were sitting on the stage, deliberating.

The male leader, the one standing and talking to them in a hushed voice, was tall, well-built, but older than Carlisle. He actually looked like he could be their father. The female sitting on the floor to his right was older also, blonde, pretty – except for her blood red eyes. She had short straight hair. The one to her right was the "son" – I assumed it was Eric since it didn't seem very characteristic of this older woman to only think of sex with her husband. Eric was gangly, long limbs, dark curly hair, and seemed like he was changed in his awkward years during high school. But when he stood and started walking, there was no doubt he was just as graceful as every other vampire in the world. The girl that followed him could only be his mate – the high-pitched soprano that had all but broken my eardrums. She was medium height, probably taller than Alice and me but was super skinny and with flaming red hair and eyes that matched. The way she touched and caressed Eric, it didn't take a telepath or Edward to know what was on her one-tracked mind. Finally, the last of the family was a silent blonde female – obviously Hailey. She looked like her dead twin to the T, even the style of clothes – jeans, a pale green t-shirt, and light cotton jacket over – were the same.

Now what? I looked at Alice.

Tell Bella to protect us and then start torturing them. Hailey may get alarmed if she senses someone messing with her mentally.

I relayed the message in a low voice, her power prevented me from communicating mentally with her, and Bella nodded understanding. After she was sure we were all protected, I peered over the seats and picked out Eric's mate first. She would be easy. She didn't look a day over 17; hopefully youth would play a factor in how immature her mind was.

So you want to ditch me just so you can get some? I mimicked Hailey's voice in the girl's head. The redhead turned and hissed at Hailey.

"What Madison?" Hailey spat.

She didn't answer; just turned back to Eric as if he survived alone on the attention she gave him. It probably wasn't too far off. Jasper warned us that he was going to let out some angry emotions, and that we should try to focus on calming thoughts. After a minute, I definitely felt agitated and just wanted to rush over and kill the other vampires, but a steady hand – Jasper's – stopped me as I subconsciously went to stand. I nodded understanding and turned back to Madison.

He's too good for you, Madison. You're such a baby … a worthless bloodsucking leech – thank you Jacob for the derogatory vocabulary – that will never amount to anything … what makes you think he'll stay with you forever –

"I'll kill you!" Madison darted at Hailey and the two started to roll on the stage, ignoring whatever the leader was saying. All other motion stopped as the clan tried to split up the fight.

Good, Alice smiled widely.

"Bella, feel anything attacking?" I looked over. She shook her head and turned her eyes back to the fight.

What if we just let them kill each other? I made the voice of the leader's mate echo in both Hailey and Madison's heads. Nothing happened at first, and I figured I had failed, but a blood curdling – and unfortunately strictly mental – shriek made me roll over clutching my head. As I was in their minds, relaying my message, Hailey had unintentionally attacked the female she believed to be invading her mind by attempting to deafen her – and luckily Bella's shield was protecting me because when her power hit me all I got was a very intense ringing. It faded after a few seconds, but it hurt mentally.

"What is this ladies?" the leader was distraught over the fighting.

"Ask your wife, Paul!" Hailey hissed as she still struggled with Madison. Snarls and hisses echoed throughout the empty theater.

"Juliette?" Paul turned to his mate.

"I didn't say anything!" the strong voice I had heard before through her mind was gone and panic made it jump a few octaves.

"I don't think we're alone," Paul growled and turned his eyes to the theater.

Not good, Esme thought as she stared at me.

I have an idea … I thought confidently.

"Of course we are, old man!" Eric snarled back.

"You're too young to know when your attackers aren't always the most … visible," he sneered. Something in his tone made the hairs on my neck stand up – that was sinister.

I closed my eyes and focused on Paul. He was the biggest issue right now because he actually knew something was wrong and didn't care that his family was pulling themselves apart. I hastily pieced together a fabricated memory of us entering the theater and confronting the family. In the memory I concocted a fight where we fought valiantly but did not win in the end. It left us paralyzed by Hailey and Madison dead, burning in the corner of the room – the whole thing ended in flames. I sent the memory to his mind and hoped I didn't pass out like I did when I had basically erased Mike's memory.

"No!" Paul suddenly yelled and ran to where the "fire" was. "Madison!"

This caused all commotion to stop as their fearless leader idiotically yelled at an empty seat in the theater. Madison went to his side, but Paul didn't hear a word she said. He was so immersed in the memory he was sure was true nothing affected him.

"Hailey, what's happening to him?!" Juliette shrieked.

"I don't know," Hailey stammered and frowned. Then her eyes darted to where we were sitting. "He's right, we're not alone."

Just then the AC kicked in full power, sending a powerful gust of air past us and towards the front of the stage. Our eyes went wide as we watched dust particles move and blow in slow motion. Our sent would be caught in just a few seconds. I began scrambling everyone's minds at this point.

Madison hates you, Eric! Hailey's voice to Eric.

He'll leave you as soon as this is done! He wants me! Hailey's voice to Madison.

You're worthless. No one wants you, Hailey. Eric's voice to Hailey. You think I want you, but I don't – you're just another pretty face.

Back and forth I went until Hailey had turned around completely and the arguments that had started before were rekindled. Paul still cried in the corner of the theater. Now was the best chance as any to attack. Jasper added a huge dose of frustration laced with anger, rage and malice. Alice was the first to run full steam ahead at Hailey – our most dangerous opponent. She leaped on to Hailey's back and tried to snap her neck, but Hailey was strong.

"Attack!" Hailey screeched at the top of her lungs. Confusion – without the help of Jasper – swept over the vampires. They weren't sure where to turn first.

I focused my attack on Madison – luring her towards me. I attempted to convince her Eric was in pain and dying at my feet. It took her a moment, but soon the false images that danced in her head were real enough for her to run at me. In her mind my back was turned, and I had no idea what was going on, so she crept slowly. She was so slow that she literally walked into my hands and I turned her head.

"Esme, the door!" I yelled.

Esme ducked under Juliette's fierce hand and opened the back alley stage door and I threw the head into the firing barrel that billowed dark smoke and smelled awful. We ripped Madison apart – Esme and I – and threw her body into the flames. Soon Juliette's body was being ripped by Jasper and Bella. But Alice still struggled with Hailey and the most horrific sight came to my eyes.

One moment we were in control, the next Eric had his hands around Alice's little arm and was ripping it off. Jasper was uncontrollable as he raced at Eric, baring his teeth and biting fiercely. I forgot about my teeth and then darted in where I dug them deep into Hailey's Achilles' heel. She screamed in pain and released Alice's limp body.

"Nooooo!" Esme screamed and in one blow she snapped Hailey's head. Hailey's body lay at the bottom of the barrel, her hand still twitching as it clung to the edge, but Esme flicked it almost happily into the flames.

Jasper tore Eric's body apart so fast it was even a blur to my eyes. I paused and watched in horror as screams and growls echoed through the empty theater. This used to be a happy place – a place where people enjoyed themselves – now it was a grave. Bella tossed Eric's body parts into the flames as Jasper ripped them. Alice lay still on the ground, not moving. Esme, Bella and I took Paul's body apart. He was much harder to battle though. However we had the strength of youth on our side – Bella and I were still newborns and together we ripped him literally in half, and Esme tossed his head into the fire.

When it was done we turned to where Jasper lay weeping on the ground with Alice's body in his hands. She didn't move except with Jasper's trembling body. We all lay helplessly by her side – forgetting the others. My mind tried to wander into Jasper's but it was such a tangled mess that I feared getting lost inside. Instead, I stayed out and turned my head to the stage.