Rosalie

My alarm bells were off the charts as we pulled into the undead mob. Bella was in severe danger, and it was absolutely imperative we get to her immediately. However, the rows of undead Bella clones were blocking our way in. "Move. Now". I hissed at the young women who stared at us with dead eyes, just as a few pack members began to arrive. Suddenly, calm rushed over me, not a normal one, but rather a calm given to me by... "Jasper," I asked aloud, as several women shifted to let me see him. He smiled at me forlornly, as the corners of his lips fell, and he looked to his right. Beside him, there was the tall, bulky grey figure of Emmet. His eyes were still his, but otherwise, he blended in seamlessly with the undead crowd." Emmy", I whispered breathily out loud with wobbly knees as venom-filled my vision.


Charlie

Smoke began to fill all my senses the moment Carlisle disappeared from my vision, and the power I had previously acquired was no longer useful in wherever place I was stuck in. The only thing keeping the former Police Chief cool was the sound of Bella's cry as he approached his former home.

Charlie gasped when it came into the view. Many things were the same but only much younger as all the paint surrounding the house appeared to be new and the trees bordering the property appeared much smaller. "I'm sorry Charlie, I just can't do it anymore." Renee's voice bellowed through the house as she cradled an infant Bella in her arms. "Sign the papers. I want a divorce." Pang, the sudden surge of pain skirted through Charlies' chest upon hearing her say those words once again. Hot, he thought. Feeling the beads of sweat trace down his cheeks and onto his collar. More smoke, and the scene was gone. The once immaculate Swan house appeared to be trashed with garbage, gin bottles, and cigarettes scattered throughout the home.

He remembered this. It had to have been about six months after Renee left with Bella as a noose was dangling from the living room ceiling. Oh no, Charlie breathed as he suddenly found himself in the nooses grip and his feet dangling freely below him as he struggled.


Carlisle

"Father!" I screamed at the top of my lungs; through the sound of the wailing convicted bound on the pyre and cheering crowd.

"Father stop! This is not right. These people are innocent, as am I". I screamed, crazed, and thrashing against the ropes which bound me. Edward had sentenced me to Hell, to live out the torture that my father and I had spread about England when I was mortal. As I stared into my father's green eyes, I remembered his righteousness and his absolute faith in almost every conviction he made. But he was wrong. We both were. No immortal would dare be caught by a zealot, and even though burning people was illegal by this time in history, nothing could convince both of us we were wrong.

"We were wrong, father. We killed innocents, not demons. We have been damned."

"No!" Reverend Cullen roared as the crowd dissipated into smoke and ash, and the pyre was lit instantaneously. In a second, his face had changed from a pink-cheeked, blonde-haired, handsome man, to a grey, black-eyed corpse. "My son and I are righteous. We know what it is to be human-."

"No he is not", Carlisle said, referring to the young boy cowering behind his father. "He is a big-headed, insecure, family-oriented, know-it-all. Who believed he set the bar for what is good and what is bad. We are just men. All of us, with flaws and beliefs struggling to make good in a world we believed, was corrupted. Please, father, understand, there are people I love in great danger. Allow me to return to them."

The Reverends' eyes softened as he peered into his sons, just as the women of the pyre began to turn to ash and blow away.

"You are my son", he said in a tone that sounded like a combination of confirmation and confusion. The red-headed man said you would whisper such things, The Reverend murmured as he pulled out a dagger and shoved the blade right below his son's clavicle. "Father!" The younger Carlisle pushed his father away in horror as the now mortal older one began to bleed profusely.

Carlisle at that moment, screamed loudly as his father got up for a final blow. Now with his life on the line and all rationale out the window, Carlisle began to do something he'd been neglecting for decades; he prayed.