My Renesmee/The Choice
Chapter 35: The Hunt (Edward's POV)
I remembered one week after your wedding venturing with your grandfather Carlisle, Jasper, and Emmett to the Port Angeles airport to retrieve a surprise for you and your baby. Upon hearing the news of your pregnancy, your Aunt Rosalie had finally come to her senses and decided to return to Forks. I would have preferred to meet her at the airport on my own; I had a few choice words to share with her. She had selfishly missed one of the most important moments in your life—your wedding to Jacob, and I was not about to let her miss another—the birth of your child.
As we neared the airport exit on the highway in your grandfather's black Mercedes, my cell phone began to vibrate in the pocket of my gray trousers. It was your Aunt Alice.
"Alice, is Nessie all right?" I anxiously answered the phone.
"Edward, Rosalie's not at the airport! She's completely dropped off my radar! I first saw her in the woods tied to a tree—but now she's gone! Edward, I'm scared—this has never happened before!" Alice frantically spoke into the phone.
I immediately turned my concerned gaze to your grandfather, but he had already heard her. Panicking, he made an abrupt U-turn on the highway, barely missing several oncoming cars. They frenziedly swerved in response, slamming into each other. I didn't look back, and neither did your grandfather Carlisle.
"We're on our way!" I snapped the phone shut.
Sitting behind me in the backseat, Emmett had heard the unfortunate news as well, and his thoughts wildly raced with worry and anxiety. Your Uncle Jasper lavishly sent out a burst of calming energy, but it ultimately failed. Alice's news was foremost in our minds. We had to find Rosalie and figure out what was wrong. With Alice's visions fading, I ultimately feared that your favorite aunt was dead . . .
About thirty minutes later, my cell phone suddenly buzzed once more. It was your mother.
"Edward, Nessie's missing! I can't find her anywhere! I've picked up her scent and Nahuel's! Alice and I are going to look for her!" Your mother's horrified voice hit me like a thousand darts to the heart. Damn that half-breed! I should have murdered him while I had the chance! He had waited until I left you alone to steal you away from us. I should have never left you there without my protection. I couldn't speak. "Edward? Are you there?"
"It's Carlisle, Bella. We're coming! Call Jacob! Let him know we're on our way! And find Nessie! I have a feeling Rosalie may be there with her." Your grandfather had taken the phone away from my ear. He closed my phone, and I gritted my teeth in rage. You were gone, and it was all my fault. I hadn't been there to protect you. I had let you down. I forcibly slammed my fists down onto the dashboard of the Mercedes, and your grandfather Carlisle placed a hand on my left shoulder and looked me in the eyes.
"Don't worry, Edward. The girls will find her." However, your grandfather's thoughts played a different tune. He was deeply concerned, and sheer terror clouded his mind.
As we neared the house, I detected your scent and that filthy half-breed's as well and immediately ripped the passenger door off the Mercedes. I carelessly chucked the door to the side and flew into the woods. I had to find you. I had to save you. Even if it meant killing your attacker or exchanging my own existence for yours.
Your scent--mixed with your mother's and Aunt Alice's--was getting stronger as I hurriedly darted through the woods in the moonlight. I ultimately dreaded what I might find once the scent ran out. After several seconds, I could tell I was nearing a clearing in the forest, and then suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks at the horrifying sight before me.
There you were—limp and motionless on the ground. I gulped, my entire being inflated with ever-growing rage. I feared for the worst. Nahuel had your mother and Alice cornered, placing his body as a barrier between you and them. Rosalie's body was tied to a tree over to your left. I couldn't read her thoughts, and I knew she was dead.
Nahuel loudly sniffed and then turned his eyes to my position in the grass. "Ah, Daddy's come to save his little girl! Nice of you to join the party, Edward!" You can't win this time, Edward. I've got you right where I want you!
I instinctively crouched down, and my animal-like nature started to take over. I would rip him apart for good this time. But then I caught a glimpse of something sparkling in his right palm.
"No, Edward! Stay back!" Your grandfather Carlisle had me by the shoulder. "It's the Immortal Blade—it can kill us!"
"What?" I questioned him through my teeth, my eyes not wavering from your attacker. There wasn't a knife in existence that could penetrate our skin—let alone kill us. What was he talking about? Anyway, I didn't care. I would do anything to save my daughter and my family.
Then, out of nowhere, a small gray being impulsively leapt onto Nahuel from behind, and their bodies angrily tumbled together on the damp ground. I stood up in alarm and knew it was Leah. The knife flew out of Nahuel's grip and landed fatefully right in front of me. Without thinking, I took the knife into my right palm, staring down at it in wonder. I had never seen a dagger quite like it in my life, but I knew what I had to do.
The knife, Edward! Kill him! Leah called to me, her jaws wide with madness. Hurry before he bites me!
I flew over to Leah, who now had Nahuel pinned to the grass, and stabbed him in the heart. He thunderingly cried out as the blade pierced his pale skin, and his eyes gawked at me in horror. Leah dismounted Nahuel as he began to choke and gasp unsuccessfully for air. I forcefully stabbed him again, and he rolled over on his back, clawing his fingers through the dirt in a feeble attempt to escape. Thrusting the knife into his worthless body a third time, I growled at him to let out all my built-up rage at the thought of you—my daughter—and my grandchild ceasing to exist.
"Edward," Your mother grabbed my hand as I was about to mortally wound Nahuel for a fourth time. "Stop! That's enough! I'll shield us from him! Go to Nessie!"
Instantaneously, I let the knife drop to the ground and rushed over to find you, but your grandfather Carlisle already had pulled you into his arms.
"The poison has paralyzed him for now." Your grandfather Carlisle relayed. "Let your brothers take care of him. Get Rosalie, Edward! We have to get them back to the house!"
I hurriedly untied Rosalie from the tree, but before I could cradle her in my arms, a familiar scent made my nostrils flare. I looked up to see three dark, hooded figures emerge from the smoky fog; they were now entering the clearing. I knew who they were instantly, and they had picked the most inopportune time to pay us a visit.
"Carlisle, it's nice to see you again. Edward, Bella." Aro nodded his head at all of us respectively, draped in his black robe. Caius and Marcus erectly stood on either side of him. "I see someone has caused quite a problem for you here."
"Aro, we don't have time for this! My daughter and granddaughter are dying! We have to get them help!" Your grandfather called to them, beginning to head toward the house through the trees.
"Ah, yes, your granddaughter. Looks like she is all grown up . . . and is expecting nonetheless. I heard news that she married that shapeshifter friend of yours. Hmm . . . this is very interesting indeed." My eyes widened in terror at Aro's observation, but his thoughts immediately returned to your attacker. "Anyway, that is for another time. We've come for him!" He pointed his finger toward Nahuel's now rigid body on the ground. "And for our stolen blade."
"Carlisle!" I impatiently called to your grandfather. I was in utter agony. We needed to get you and Rosalie to safety.
"Take him then, Aro. Now, if you please, we need to save our family." Your grandfather politely attempted to persuade him.
"Go! We have no quarrel with you. Our quarrel is with him!" I heard no more of Aro's voice, and our family along with Leah quickly took off into the woods toward the white house.
As we ran through the trees, Emmett stripped Rosalie from my arms and began to wail, clutching her tightly to his burly chest. "Not my angel! Not Rosalie! No!"
I couldn't believe this was all happening. It wasn't supposed to happen—not to us. My mind was racing with thoughts of the future. An existence without my sister—an existence without my only daughter—my life without you. If you ceased to exist, I would also.
As we emptied the forest and headed toward the house, I noticed your grandmother Esme impatiently pacing on the front porch.
"Where the hell is Jacob?" I fumingly screamed at her as we neared the steps of the house.
"I can't reach him, Edward! Oh, my God, what happened? Nessie? Rosalie?" Esme was almost in hysterics as your grandfather and Emmett passed by her carrying two unconscious bodies in their arms.
I'll go find him, Edward. Leah nudged me with her nose from behind. And with that, her gray body had absorbed back into the woods.
I quickly turned my attention to saving my precious daughter and sister, and we hastily dashed up the stairs to your grandfather's exam room.
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