I DID WARN YOU! minimal Bellice.

and i may or may not make a sequel... still thinking about it. but for now, here's chapter 35.

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duralast406: perfectly understandable! i would have done the same possibly worse. but i do apologize for not updating sooner! i just started my second semester and my sched is just crap. it's too early. i cry.

the usual blah. i dont own twilight. i own Perce anyone not mentioned in twilight.

i'm sorry for the future and past errors. :(

"She loved you! How could you – you're a fucking heartless monster, Isabella Volturi!" Rosalie spat. She squirmed, twisted and turned her arms, but Emmett's firm arms constricted around her torso like a straightjacket. "Let me go, Emmett! Let me go!" Rosalie tried her best to pry herself away from her husband. "Let me fucking go!" she screamed again and again, her voice was beginning to get hoarse – strained as long veins started to show on her neck. "Let me go." It was useless. She knew her husband wouldn't release her. It was for her own good. And she knew that. One false move and Bella could kill her like she did to Alice. Bella could kill them all.

Rosalie stopped resisting. Her body went limp, head hung low. "Let me go…please. She killed her," Rosalie's started to crack. Oh how she yearned for tears to flow down her eyes, just to relieve a small portion of her grief in the least. "She killed Alice. She took our baby sister away from us."

Emmett dug his fingers deep in his own flesh. He was angry. He was furious. Furious at Bella – he wanted to avenge his little pixie, but he also knew he was no match for Bella. And he was furious at himself for not being able to do anything. But right now keeping his wife from making a mistake and getting herself – and possibly all of them – killed was his priority. He couldn't handle it; losing two of his loved ones at the same time.

Emmett held on tighter.

"She loved you. She trusted you." Rosalie let out a shaky breath. Anger was rising up inside her again. "I trusted you." She barred her teeth. Her body shook with every breath.

Rosalie glared holes at the back of Bella's head. Oh how she wanted for that to happen. Glare at Bella until she combusted in flames. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU, VOLTURI WHORE!"

Rosalie shoved Emmett with all she had. Emmett loosened his grip for a fraction of a second. But just that one slip was what all Rosalie needed. She dropped to the ground, escaping Emmett's arms coiled itself back around her.

"Rosalie!"

Rosalie ignored her husband. Her eyes were glued to the back of the brunette's head. She grabbed Bella's right shoulder with her left hand, jerking the brunette to face her.

Their eyes had not even met and Rosalie already hat her fist connect with the princess's left cheek. Bella's face took all of the impact. A resounding crack blasted in the cave. Bella spun. She lost her footing and staggered backward, away from Rosalie. Just before falling shamelessly to the ground, Bella's foot moved and saved her from the fall.

Rosalie breathed. She was shaken. She was exhilarated. She had put so much of power into that single punch her knuckles cracked and her pinky and ring finger were broken. She could already hear them mending. She grinned imagining the damage she had done to her sister's killer's face. She watched Bella wobble, trying to gain balance. She didn't fall. Rosalie's smile fell.

In the next heartbeat Rosalie was already in front of Bella. She punched her again. In the gut this time. And again Bella took the full blow. Rosalie punched again. Kicked. Punched. And then kick again. She had already lost count. And with every blow, Bella received them wholly. The only time she moved was when Rosalie's blow would send her backward. Rosalie growled in frustration. Why wasn't she fighting back? She imagined she'd be dead right now. She was hitting the Isabella Volturi after all. If she were honest, Rosalie didn't think she could manage landing her first punch. But she had. And landed one after the other. Why wasn't Bella avoiding them? Was she taking all of her blows because of guilt? Because she knew she had done wrong? Rosalie snorted. No. Bella wasn't capable of guilt.

Rosalie stopped her rain of kicks, jabs, and punching. Her fist was raised, poised right in line her eye. She had done so much damage in Bella's body, she thought, one more blow – to the neck – and it would be all over. It would be finished. Her anger would be sated. Temporarily. She would have avenged her sister. Alice. Consequences be damned. She was ready. And more than willing to have it done once and for all.

But Bella's body started to shake, her shoulders quivering under Rosalie's grip. Rosalie immediately let go, like Bella's shoulder was on fire. Rosalie froze. She felt something crawl up her spine. She was laughing? Rosalie jumped, retreated away from Bella. Her senses were sharpened and they were telling her to run. Run away and get the hell out. And she wasn't alone. Everyone in the cave felt it. Felt the heavy, darkness – evil emanating from the brunette.

Bella's limp body shook, her hair a mess, strands of her strewn all over her face as she giggled. With her torn clothing: her leather jacket scratched and torn, loosely falling off her shoulder, her posture: hunched, head hung low, feet far apart from each other, arms dangling beside her, and finally the way her arms shook dangled beside her as she giggled – she looked insane. Rosalie shuddered. She watched Bella throw her shoulders back – hips slightly forward. She spat out a laugh and went straight to guffawing – head tossed back, mouth facing the cave's ceiling. It was the emptiness of her laughter that bothered Rosalie most of all.

And then a toe-clenching scream. Rosalie and the others doubled in pain. They clutched their ears in an otherwise useless attempt to keep their eardrums from exploding. In the back, Seth suffered the most. It was too much. So much so that he shifted back to human form. He fell to his knees, gritted his teeth, palms pressed tightly beside his head.

And then it stopped. Rosalie took a peek only to have a strong gust of wind whip her face. She winced, arms a little too late. And then all eyes fell on Bella. She was floating midair. Her head was still tossed back. Her mouth, pointed to the sky, open. Dark smoke-like matter came surging out of her open mouth. Rosalie gaped. She swore she could see enormous, bony, black wings spread behind the floating princess. She looked over her shoulder, wondering they were seeing what she was seeing. If she had gone mad. Her family was in the same predicament as her: terrified, awed, confused, and paralyzed. When she looked back, Bella was still floating, monstrously thick, dark pillars of clouds spiraled around her. But the wings were gone.

Rosalie didn't know how long or what had exactly happened, but everything came to a stop. The whole world paused. And then things started to rewind. The black smoke seeping back in to Bella's body, entering it the way it had exited. Through her mouth. The rewind happened so fast Rosalie didn't know if it actually happened or was it all in her imagination because the princess wasn't floating anymore. She was on the ground. And was walking towards them.

Bella had this inhuman grace about her as she walked. Rosalie wasn't sure if it was even vampiric. It was as though Bella was floating towards them. No. she wasn't moving a muscle. It seemed more to Rosalie that they were the ones moving nearer to her. But that couldn't be. Her feet were planted on the ground. And she had not moved a muscle. And neither had any of her family. She had not moved. She couldn't move. After what happened in front of her, she was too paralyzed. So Bella had to be the one moving. It all seemed like an optical illusion of sorts. Rosalie didn't have time to conclude anything. Bella was already in front of them. Of her. She gasped, sharply sucked in unneeded air and staggered back. Bella. She was – she changed. Her body had remained the same. But her face – her face looked like a demon. Her once flawless, milky, pale-white skin was now scarred with black cracks. One was formed like a silhouetted grape stem hung right under her left eye and spread its sharp branches across all over her cheek and trailed right down to her neck. It disappeared in her shirt. The other half of her face had faint cobweb-like cracks. And then her eyes. She had no eyes. Where her once heterochromic red and golden eyes were was now nothing but black. All black. There weren't even the slightest white space in her eyes. It was as if her pupils had expanded and covered the entirety of her eyes. Without pupils, it seemed, to them, that Bella was staring at a vacant space and at them at the same time. No one dared to move. There was an indescribably dark aura that weaved through them. Move, and die, it said. Bella just stood there, silent. Like she was blind. Not aware of the other bodies around her. Yet at the same time she gave off the feeling that she knew exactly where they stood and even the slightest movement of her, she knew.

Rosalie saw Bella's lip twitch. She thought the brunette would break in a toothy grin. She shuddered. The image itself made her want to run and cower in fear. But it never came. Bella's lips remained relaxed and still with a certain firmness to it. Rosalie felt her move past her. Her stomach dropped. She swore she saw her look at her. And then Bella disappeared.

Immediately every single one of them let out a breath they knew they were holding in. It seemed that even breathing would cause Bella – if that thing that stood in front of them was still Bella – would be an enough reason for their necks to be snapped. A large weight had been lifted.

No one dared speak. But they all knew what each of them was thinking. She could have killed me.

There was a low rumble. The ground beneath their feet shook. Everyone looked up. There were debris starting to fall. A huge spike-like boulder fell, crashed, and exploded to pieces as it fell. They had to move. Now.

Jasper searched for exits. But there were none. They didn't walk their way in so they won't walk their way out. Jasper yelled, "Perce!"

Perce appeared in front of them. "Put your hands on my body!" he called over the thundering noise. Perce felt hands grip his arm and hands. He felt Leah and Seth's warm hold against his cold skin. He looked each one in the eye. His mind raced, double checking if had missed someone. Another rain of boulders fell and crashed. They winced, arms shooting up for protection. Perce felt each grip tighten. "Perce!" someone shouted behind his ear. He didn't know who. And didn't matter. They were gone.

They reappeared in front of the Cullen's mansion. Small clouds of smoke hovered and encircled them. Leah and Seth swatted the dust off their faces and coughed, trying to get the dust off their noses and throats. They were home.

Seth was sitting on the ground, exhausted. He slumped his arms and let himself fall back. He didn't care how cold or how wet the ground was. He was too drained to care. He looked up at the sky. It was filled with clouds. As usual. He wanted to think of something else. He wanted to listen to his stomach and gauge how hungry he was. He was to listen to his body aching. He wanted think – to occupy his mind and rid of what he had just seen. But he couldn't. The image of his Izzy's hollow eyes staring at him still burned in the back of his mind. Thump. He felt something fall on his chest. Thump. Thump. Another right on his abdomen.

"Do us all a favor and cover your wolf junk," Edward smirked. Seth's face colored. He clutched the clothes over his chest and his…junk.

Jasper looked around. "Has anybody seen Eleazar?"

Everyone shook their heads. There was a series of curses. One curse coming from each. Had they left him?

Just then the trees behind them rustled. They all turned silently hoping it was Eleazar. Embry's head popped out. "Thank God. You're here." Every one fell silent and looked at each other. The silence confused Embry. But he quickly shook it off. What he had to say to them was far more important. "They came to La Push. Carlisle and Esme are badly hurt."

"What do you mean they were shot?" Rosalie shrieked in horror and disbelief. Perce easily took them all to La Push. They all dashed to where Carlisle and Esme were being nursed back to health. When they entered the local emergency room – its purpose was for the Quileute members who have been wounded or injured. There were rarely humans – Esme and Carlisle writhed on the floor with four Quileute shifters holding them down. "We can't be shot! Vampires can't be shot!"

"A fucking leech," Jared huffed as he tried to keep Carlisle's hand in place. He groaned when Carlisle's hand escaped his grip. But he caught it right in time. He pinned the doctor's arm under his knee this time. "Came in here and shot them!"

"They were fine," another shifter grunted behind Jared. He was in charge of Carlisle's legs. "A moment ago. Passed out. And then they started screaming and flailing around."

Another one continued for him. He was equally struggling to keep Esme down. "We don't know what to do. There are no bullet holes. And we can't get them out," he said in between breaths.

"Where were they shot?" Jasper tried not to wince when he knelt down beside them. He was absorbing all the pain and trying to replace them with calm waves. But the pain, worry, and anxiousness were far too hard to balance. He was juggling.

"Right shoulder. Just between the clavicle and the shoulder," the shifter grunted. His nerves bulged out of his biceps. "cap. Another one on the thigh. The other one," he said referring to Esme. His jaw clenched. "The same."

Jasper nodded. He looked at his siblings. "The entry wounds have healed. We must cut off their shoulders, take the bullet out, and then reattach. The same goes with their thighs. We should be quick. Understand?" His siblings nodded. Jasper ignored the questioning looks the shifters gave him. "We're going to this simultaneously. Rose and Emmett and me are with Carlisle. Perce, Edward, Sam, you're with Esme. The rest of you, continue what you're doing and keep them still as much as possible." The shifters looked at their leader for approval. They were answered when Sam knelt beside Esme with Rose and Emmett.

"Jane," Jasper called. "Take away as much pain as you can. Can you do that?" Jane stiffened. She had only done it once with Bella. She wasn't sure if she could do it again. She looked at Leah. Leah's grip on her hand tightened. She gave her imprint a single nod. Jane nodded back. She put Leah down – she had still been carrying her not wanting to let go. She knelt on the floor at Carlisle and Esme's writhing feet.

She extended her hands, palms open. She stared at Carlisle's and Esme's flailing bodies and concentrated. She imagined herself giving off pain and then reverser the sensation. She closed her eyes. She imagined the day little, human Bella crying in her arms. She then pictured herself trying to take the pain away – recalling how it felt in her hands as she stroked the little princess's hair. She felt it.

Jasper sighed. It had worked. Jane did it Carlisle and Esme's body stopped moving so violently. Their bodies were still tense, twitched every now and then, but ultimately more relaxed than earlier. Ready the splints. Edward stood up as he heard his brother's order. He blurred to the nearest table – luckily it was made of wood – and destroyed it. He retrieved eight pieces of arm-length planks. He gave four to Rosalie and took four for himself that he took to Esme.

Jasper moved to Carlisle's right side. He sat on Carlisle's chest and secured his thighs on either side of Carlisle's body. He pressed his left palm over Carlisle's shoulder, his other hand placed below Carlisle's arm just above his father's armpit. He gripped tighter. "Pull and don't hesitate," he called over Edward who was copying his movements with Esme's body. Jasper started to count. "One…Two…Three – Now!" Jasper's left hand pushed down while his right hand pushed Carlisle's arm up. CRAACK! Jasper Edward simultaneously broke their parents' arms. Their parent's cried in pain under them. Jasper pushed Carlisle down when he shot up. "Hold him down," Jasper ordered. He leaned sideways and looked inside Carlisle's shoulder. It looked like a planet cut open. Glass like ligaments, muscles and tendons overlapping layer over layer. Except that it wasn't a clean cut. Jagged sharp edges greeted Jasper. Clear saliva-like, syrup-y liquid began to ooze out. And there it was. A clear seed-like shape object lodged inside. Just in the middle. Jasper easily nicked the thing off. But the moment he held it in his hands he hissed in pain and dropped the bullet. The thing rolled and then stopped. It had burned him.

Edward saw what happened and read Jasper's mind. He tore a piece of his shirt and used it to cover his fingertips. He pulled the thing out of his mother's shoulder and placed it down. He'll have a look at that later.

"Reattach now. Secure the splints."

Rosalie and Emmett didn't need to be told twice. Emmett took his shirt off and tore it to long strips. Jasper carefully positioned the other half of Carlisle's arm back, taking extra measure the jagged lines were perfect fit. There was no room for mistake. If the arm was placed in the wrong way and had healed, they'd had to break it and reattach again. Once done, Rosalie placed the splints and Emmett quickly, neatly and tightly secured the splints with the torn cloth.

Jasper looked over to Edward. They were done as well. Edward nodded.

Jasper and Edward moved down, careful not to bother Jane's concentration. It was clear she was having the hardest time. Her eyes were tight shut, a scowl on her features. But it wasn't over yet. The thighs were next.

They did the same thing, Edward and Jasper broke the limbs in half, pulled the bullet out – with a piece of cloth covering their hands, reattached the other half while the other's secured the splints.

Carlisle and Esme stilled. Their body had shut down. Temporarily. Their body began to mend the damage that had been done. Everyone exhaled. Relief filled their bodies.

The shifters slumped and lay on their backs, chests moving up and down with every breath they took in. The other's wiped the sweat of their brows, equally exhausted. They all exchanged goofy grins with each other. Even the vampires joined in. And for once the two had worked together.

When they were settled, Emmett and Edward placed their parents on separate beds. Hospital beds where they been originally placed but had fallen off of when the pain kicked in. The shifters left soon after that, excusing their selves for fresh air. The vampires happily let them go. Seth went with them in search for food. He had been deprived of it long enough. The vampires stayed, though. Leah, too.

Leah sat on the medical bed adjacent to the current occupants. Jane lay her head on her lap and he began to stroke her imprint's hair. She felt Jane began to purr. She gasped. It caught her off guard. But she quickly fell accustomed to it. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. But then her eyes fell again on her guardians' still bodies and she felt a pang of guilt. She barely remembered anything. She continued running her fingers across Jane's cold scalp.

She and Alice were out in the forest as usual. Ever since Bella left Alice wanted to distract herself. Leah gladly helped her, of course. She needed a distraction, too. And that distraction happened to be wanting to figure out her 'evolved gift'. Alice could somehow see the past now. It had happened twice already. First was in Leah's house. Leah had been sent home from school early that day because some douche thought winning a woman's heart was to wag his penis in front of them. Jane beat the poor boy, of course, and was sent to detention for breaking his nose…and a few other things. Alice came by asking about Bella's whereabouts when she had a vision of Leah hunting. Confused, Alice asked the wolf if she was planning on hunting. Leah said she already had. The second time was when Alice touched Bella's written letter for her. She saw how Bella wrote it and kissed the card and left it in Alice's room for Alice to see. And then Bella left.

After that, Alice was hell bent on finding out how her new ability worked. She and Leah did about anything to find out what triggered it: blood, touch, sound, smell – pretty much everything. But none had worked so far. And Leah was secretly relieved Alice wanted to give up that day and actually hunt like they hand originally planned to. But things spiraled down from there. A nomad had come out of nowhere and Alice couldn't see the future because Leah had shifted, then. They were about to fight the nomad when Alice suddenly fell to the ground and something hard hit Leah behind the head. The last thing she remembered was that strong, familiar, musky scent stinging her nose and a pair of muddy boots moving in front of her before her vision blurred in to nothingness. The next was Jane. And then she was kidnapped and brought to the cave.

Her gaze fell on Carlisle and Esme again. She knew they had taken care of her while she was unconscious. And now they were hurt and she could not – did not do anything about it. Her free hand gripped the bed in anger. As if sensing her frustration, Jane sat up and cupped Leah's cheek. Leah looked in Jane's golden eyes. "This is not your fault." Leah glanced away but Jane pulled her back, gently. She held Leah's gaze in hers. "None of this is your fault." Leah opened her mouth to say something but the look Jane gave changed her smile. She gave the blonde s wan smile and nodded. Jane kissed her. Leah sighed and held Jane tight. "It's not yours either," she whispered in her ear.

There it was again! That scent! And it smelled stronger this time. Leah stiffened in the hug. She scanned the room and caught Edward's eye. He sniffed the air, and too, looked around, searching. But before either of them could say anything else, the emergency doors swung open. And in a matter of seconds Jane was already in front of Leah, shielding her.

It was Eleazar. He looked disheveled. His clothes were layered with wetness and dust and made it look like he had wallowed in mud. A pang of guilt hit all of them. They had forgotten all about Eleazar. They had left him in the cave. But it was Perce who shrunk and was ashamed the most. He stepped forward, his hand began rubbing the back of his neck. He smiled sheepishly. "Eleazar, I –"

Eleazar walked past him completely ignoring the boy. He had a straight face that made you want to sit and pay attention. He wordless tossed something in the middle of the room. The thing tumbled as it hit the ground. Rosalie, Edward, Perce, Emmett, Jasper, Jane, stiffened. Leah covered her mouth. It was a head.

The head wasn't like any head. It was a head like they've never seen before. Two distinct faces were clearly seen in its features. First, one eye was gold, the other was blood red. Most of its hair was black and spiky like Alice's. But as it moved nearer to the left a tuft of hair had turned wiry and rusted. The other half looked like Alice – the golden eye was hers – while the other had more masculine features. There was no distinct line that marked the differences. If anything, it looked like someone had morphed Alice's face with a man's. The right side looked like Alice – the eye, the nose, the mouth, too. But bordering on the left side patches – parts that didn't belong began to show: the wiry rusted hair, the red eyes, and a more defines and square-ish jaw.

The scent she had caught earlier was long gone. Leah just stared at the head on the floor as it stared back with blank eyes. It was tilted sideways. Like a detached head of a marble statue. Its lips were slightly parted. And Leah could see a little of the teeth. That reminded her it wasn't a marble head. It is a head. She fought the urge to vommit.

"She didn't kill Alice," Eleazar said, breaking the silence.