I'm sorry to say that next chapter will probably be the Last Chapter. DUN DUN DUNNNN........
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Watching Seth get bandaged up was absolute torture. I didn't like it at all. When Edward was in the room, I shot him with profanities and images of Bella getting ripped to shreds by wolves, sometimes when I feel creative, she ripped herself up. Or sometimes, she just burned in hell while doing the chicken dance. It depends on what mood I'm in.
"She said sorry," Edward hissed when Bella was burning in hell, only this time, she was doing the maccaraina.
Bella looked at me with her big, crimson eyes. "Really. I'm so sorry," she insisted, but i wasn't listening because in my head, she was still burning in hell, doing the maccaraina. If you get a good image of her doing it, it's actually pretty funny.
"Bree, your family was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm so sorry." Mr. Hail's voice rang in my ear.
Seth winced again when Carlisle finished wrapping up his arm. "Does it hurt?" I cooed at him, even though I knew the answer. Bella, stupid, mother fu-
"Ahem," Edward coughed loudly and pointedly.
I sighed and got up. "It's fine, really," Seth reassured us. "It barely even hurts anymore."
"Barely hurts my ass," I mumbled as I made my way out the back door to where Leah was pacing. I knew they heard me, but I didn't care.
"How is he?" Leah asked, finally stopping to look at me.
I sat down on a nearby rock, and watched her as she started to pace again. Every once in a while she would stop and take on a murderous glare, facing the Cullen house. I guess I couldn't really blame her.
"Well, let's not think about it? How about we-" she cut me off with her ranting.
"How can I not think about it? After losing my Dad, I almost lost Seth also because of that freaking bloodsucker! Do you realize that if you did not throw that fireball at her, she would have bitten him, then we all would have lost him. Bella would feel guilty, Jake would feel worse, and Edward would feel everyone's pain because of his god damn freaky mind reading powers! And Bella," she sneered at Bella's name. "Is so god damn freaking lucky that she had people protecting her because I will rip her to pieces if I get the chance!" She was now red in the face and panting, while I stared at her wide-eyed.
"Feel better?" I asked with a chuckled. She nodded and sat on the ground next to me.
"Now that we got all of the profanities out of the way," I stood up and rubbed my hands together. "Let's go back inside!"
She raised her eyebrows and gave me the Are-you-crazy? If- I-go-in-there-I-will-turn-into-a-big-ball-of-fur look. "Okay," I sighed. "I will go back into the house, since you obviously can't control yourself!"
I turned around and started walking. I heard a "Says the one who throws fireballs at people."
I back around. "Hey! I saved Seth's life!"
I received no answer.
When I got back in the house, I walked right up to Seth and hugged him. "I almost lost you today," I murmured.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Bella's expression turn into guilt, and she left the room. Seth snorted. "It's funny, I thought you would be mad at me for getting in front of Jake." That made me straighten up and think about it…
"YOU STUPID IDIOT! WHY DID YOU PROTECT JAKE?" I exploded, startling him.
One month later - The Battle with the Volturi
Seth actually forbid me to go to this battle, which I couldn't really blame him because I didn't actually want to go into this war thing (which isn't really a war, but a possibility war) with the vamp mafia, or as the Cullen's know them, the Volturi.
You see, Nessie was with Jake and Bella hunting when all of a sudden another vampire, whose name slips my mind, saw nessie and mistaken her for an 'Immortal Child.' Carlisle launches into this huge story about the immortal children, but I was really too worried to care about it. Anyways, so now the vampire mafia is here to kill the Cullen's and Nessie, and possibly the wolf pack, which would result in the imprints killing themselves.
So you see why I'm worried here.
Everyone is dealing with their worry in a different way. We were all gathered at Emily's (I'm still a little iffy about calling it my house) and waiting for the arrival of our wolf warriors. Rachel has been keeping busy, or I should say, the glass cleaner and rag has been attached to her hand all afternoon, and every glass, window, or anything of the sort imaginable has been cleaned. At least ten times. Occasionally she would move on to dusting.
Emily on the other hand was cooking everything we had in the house, and if we ran out, she would go out a buy some more. I swear we have all eaten enough for the whole pack put together. On top of that, she is blearing soft country music from the little portable radio in the kitchen that looks like it's from the 50s. None of us are allowed in there unless we need to eat something. Her being pregnant and could combust at any second doesn't really help with the situation either.
Kim is blearing her own music, but at least she has the decency for it to be an I-pod. Then when she turned it onto heavy metal, full volume, I wasn't so grateful anymore. She was doing nothing. Just on the couch, blaring music, staring off into space.
Even little Claire bear is with us. Of course she is too small to understand what is going on. We told everything was going to be alright, but I think we were trying to reassure ourselves more than her. She just looked at us like we were crazy, and returned to coloring in her Barbie coloring book. Sometimes I wish I were a kid to where I can't understand anything either, it would cause a lot less stress.
Then there is me. What am I doing? I am using magic to entertain myself. First, I popped in Ashton Kutcher and talked about some Punk'd ideas I have. Then I thought that graffiti was good. I spray painted the walls with weird designs, then I would back it go back to normal. At one point, I would just sit on the couch and move things around. The objects I moved varied from couches, lamps, food, Claire…
I stopped moving the couch Kim was laying on when we heard a loud shriek come from the kitchen. Kim, Rachel, and I all looked at each other before rushing to the kitchen to find Emily leaning over the sink with a watery substance on the ground.
"She's in labor!" Kim came to realize.
Great! Perfect! Just what we need!
A chorus of upset and angry howls made us stop our tracks. Do they know? No, they couldn't.
"Bree, pop us into the hospital. Now," Rachel ordered.
I racked my brain for a word that rhymed with hospital. You know what I got? Nothing. It didn't really help that they were pressuring me.
"Bree!" Emily panted.
"I can't think under pressure!" I yelled, still trying to think. On top of all that, we need to magically pop up in a public place. Filled with humans! How the hell am I supposed to do that?
"Get us to the closest hospital, going unseen, while hooking her up to a machine?"
And, we were all in a room at Forks General Hospital. Emily was hooked up to an IV machine with several other wires that looked painful.
"Where's Claire?" Kim blurted.
I felt my heart pick up. Quil is going to kill me! But, luckily for me, Claire's name also rhymes 'bear', so it should be easy.
"Claire-bear."
Claire popped up, in the same position she was in before. Her stomach facing the ground, kicking her legs up and down. Then she noticed a coloring book was not under her anymore. She immediately bolted up and searched frantically around, probably confused as hell.
"Claire, Aunt Emily is going into labor," I told her in a 'baby voice'.
Her eyes lit up like Christmas morning. "Yay! The baby's coming! The baby's coming!" she sang that same rhythm while dancing around.
A nurse came in. "How did you-" she looked over at the view behind me, at Emily going into labor. "Oh god! We have a pregnant lady in labor!" she yelled down the hallway. She looked back us, then grumbled under her breath, "Cullen chooses now to be sick."
I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips. A vampire, sick. Funny…
There was a chorus of howls in the distance. They sounded happy…cheerful. That must mean they won, which means Sam won't kill me for not leaving a note! Yes, happy day!
"Does that mean they won?" Rachel asked, a small smile playing at her lips. She looked so happy, I'm surprised she wasn't crying.
I didn't answer because I didn't want to get my hopes up.
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