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Edward ran. He spun around and jumped through the window, pieces of shattered glass flying in all directions. The Volturi, he was sure, would give him an easier death, and Jacob couldn't possibly follow him all the way to Italy. Edward, though the thought would never cross his mind, was too cowardly to face the consequences of his actions.
Jacob leaped out of the window after Edward, phasing in mid-air. At once, the thought of the pack filled his mind.
He killed Renesmee. He killed my imprint, he said.
Killed your imprint?
He has to die!
We're following him, Jacob!
Continuing on with his pursue of the fleeing coward, Jacob ignored the voices in his head. Avenging Renesmee was his top priority. But Edward was fast, much faster than any of the other Cullens, and Jacob was struggling to catch up. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Seth and Leah appear, running towards Edward, who noticed them too, and quickly changed direction, only to be met by Paul and Jared who, despite what could be considered Jacob's betrayal to the pack, were still determined to assist their friend.
Running out of options, Edward jumped and grasped hold of a tree branch, pulling himself up higher and higher, out of reach of the wolves. He proceeded to jump from tree to tree, cleverly avoiding the wolves who chased him down below. But then he came to the edge of the forest, and the trees thinned out, leaving him with no choice but to return to the ground. When he realised he'd come to the edge of a cliff, he paused for a second, deciding whether or not to jump. Upon seeing six or seven furious wolves running towards him, he threw himself off the cliff, sinking like a rock in the water, before surfacing again.
Glancing back, he saw that the wolves had skidded to a halt, watching as he swam away, unable to do anything. He'd escaped, and now he could only hope the Volturi would kill him. Though he doubted they would kill him upon request, he was sure they would not hesitate to execute him if he exposed them.
Meanwhile, Sam and Embry had joined the Cullens. When they heard from their fellow pack members' thoughts that Edward had swum away, they relayed the information to the coven.
"He must be going to the Volturi to try convince them to kill him," Carlisle sighed.
"They won't," Alice said. "It will be like the last time he tried. They'll refuse and offer him a place in the guard which he will decline. So he'll expose himself, only this time, no one will try to stop him, and he'll be killed."
"Jake won't be satisfied with that," Sam said. "It won't be enough that Edward is dead. Jake has to do it himself."
"Yes," Carlisle said. "I can understand that. What we can do it take a flight to Italy and find him before he reaches the Volturi."
"Who are the Volturi?" Embry asked.
"They're the closest to royalty the vampire world will ever have. They make certain laws and ensure that all vampires abide by them. One of those laws is to prevent exposure," Carlisle explained.
"Carlisle, would we be able to get to Italy in time?" Rosalie asked. "He is already part way there."
Carlisle turned to Alice, who nodded slowly. "I think we'd be able to. Edward's going for a rather dramatic take again. He expects the Volturi to refuse his request, so he'll wait for noon and step out into the light when the sun's at it's brightest. He thinks there'll be enough humans at Volterra to cause a scene, but if there isn't, he'll reveal his strength and speed."
"We have time then," Carlisle said. "We'll take the next flight to Italy. Which of you wolves will be joining us?"
"Jacob, Paul, Jared and I will," Sam decided.
"Alright. Alice and Jasper can join you. You may find Alice's visions and Jasper's expertise useful," Carlisle said.
The door opened with a creak. Jacob, Paul and Jared walked in.
"We'll leave now," Jacob said, darkly.
Emmett looked up from his computer. "Six seats from Seattle to Italy booked."
Jacob looked at Sam, who nodded. Then the four wolves, plus Alice and Jasper, made their way out of the house and to Seattle airport.
Settled in his seat beside Sam, Jacob looked out of the window into the dark, restlessly. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to last the flight to Italy, confined to his seat. He needed to do something.
"Jacob, we will find him. You will get to avenge your imprint," Sam said, reassuringly.
Jacob nodded, leaning back. There was nothing he could do for now, except for wait.
"What exactly will happen when we get there?" he asked.
"Well, we follow Alice and Jasper to Volterra and find him. I don't like the thought of splitting up, but it may be necessary." He lowered his voice so surrounding humans wouldn't hear. "When we find him, we restrain him so you will be free to kill him."
As Sam finished speaking, the plane started moving backwards. Jacob took comfort in hearing the whirr of the flaps on the wings, as they opened. They began to move forward, slowly building up speed until they lifted off.
A few hours later, they were nearing Italy, and light was streaming in through the windows. The constant rumble of the engines was the only thing that had kept Jacob sane throughout the flight. It reminded him he was getting closer to avenging his imprint.
"Please return to your seats. We will begin our descent shortly," came the announcement.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Jacob looked out of the window, watching as buildings and fields rapidly became visible, with no clouds blocking the view. They went lower and lower, finally reaching the airfield. The whirring began and the rumble grew louder, along with Jacob's growing anticipation, and the back wheels of the plane hit the ground.
Impatiently, Jacob waited until the seatbelt sign went off, before leaping up, pushing Sam out of his seat, and forcing his way into the crowd in the aisle, desperate to get off. They were moving slowly, but soon he stepped off the plane, Alice, Jasper, Paul and Jared joining them a minute or two later. They finished up at the airport, before Alice stole a car( once again, correctly assuming no one would be opposed to grand theft auto) and they sped through the streets of Italy, towards Volterra.
