The Untold, What Ifs?

by SavKelly

This story is based on the "what if's" in Twilight. What if Bella answered the phone call in New Moon and not Jacob? And Edward actually heard Bella's voice and knew she was alive and safe? How would that story unravel instead? How would her relationship with Jacob progress? How would Bella's life progress without Edward, and does he return? Warning: Lemons, Action, Swearing.

32. Seattle

I think my last chapter was one of my favorite chapters to write! It was a cute little date. But looking back on it now, I'm kind of disappointed in my decision for Bella to lose her virginity already to Jacob. I understand that when she lost it to Edward, it was much more romantic, but I must remind myself that Jacob is not a 100 -year-old vampire with traditional values like that. These are two teenagers that felt love, lust, and passion in the moment. Who's to stop them? But why did Jacob take her to Sequim? Hmm… Well... DxGRAYxMAN ... Ask and you shall receive…

I want you guys to know why it has taken so long to update… Well… one school. I took too many classes than I can handle… and two… I'm working on a new project (: I'll post details about it soon. It's something I'm very excited about working on after this story. I so far have an outline built for the first few chapters. I can give the only spoiler… Bella is a vampire…

Thank you also to hufflepuffhugs , Briana Eurich , Miam904 , DxGRAYxMAN , azclaysgirl, and a HUGE shout out to alixandria for leaving reviews on the last chapter, as well! Alixandria went above and beyond on reviewing! I woke up one morning to see 21 reviews by her! Thank you! And welcome to the team Briana Eurich! This was your first review, and I appreciate it!(:

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Chapter 49: Seattle

EPOV:

Venturing to Seattle was a decision I made to prevent anymore danger to come to Bella. I had failed her on many occasions causing her physical pain that she should have never had experienced if I had not come into her life. I brought her into my world willingly knowing the consequences and outcomes for what it could bring to a human. The consequences of bringing her into my world could have been worse and anyone less fortunate than Bella in those instances would have ceased to experience life on this earth.

Over the past week I have had weak and unreliable trust for Alice and Jasper to keep an eye on her while I take part in my actions here. I had let it slide before, let the dangers of my world get past me to endanger Bella's life. I like to believe that sometimes the danger started on that large clearing the afternoon I had brought her to watch my family and I play baseball. I liked to believe that not taking her away from the clearing in time right when Alice had foreseen the vision of the three nomads coming to visit was the reason for the danger. I hoped to believe it was mistakes that I had made that overthinking and processing my thoughts in an unproductive way was why Bella was in danger, but it was not. I should have never left Denali that week after meeting her for the first time in the claustrophobic room of biology class. I should have stayed away in Denali with our cousins. I should not have taken their advice to go back home or allowed my family to plead for my return. I should have allowed the continued flirtatious torment of Tanya to not dismiss. That would have been better than this.

The guilt.

The guilt I had felt for introducing myself to my Bella. Holding in my breath at intervals at a time to allow myself to speak aloud, to learn more about her, to know her without needing to read her mind. I had found at the time that I was very intrigued by her that her mind was unavailable to me. I found it fascinating to be able to hold a conversation with someone without having already known the response that would escape someone's mouth after I had asked a question. But the continued surprise that I had felt from her responses were what pulled me in. I never expected Bella to reply or react to responses or actions the way that she did. I grew more in her mind, learning more about her after each feedback she gave me, but I still never had been able to narrow down who Bella Swan was. She was beguiling to me… a new revelation about her at each moment that I spent with her.

But my infatuation and growth of love towards her had distracted me and kept me from seeing what I should have continued seeing all along. I was dangerous. I knew that, I reminded her of that, but it was my responsibility to abstain from the addiction that was Isabella Marie Swan.

"Alice…" I said, answering the call.

"Bella will be in Seattle soon with those three girls from school. Jessica, Angela, and Lauren."

I held my fingers on the bridge of my nose in frustration. "You said they were going to Port Angeles."

"Yes… yes, I'm aware that I said that, but they changed their mind." I growled at her through the phone. "You told me to not be seen by her, there wasn't much I could do…"

"Maybe slash their tires? Honestly, Alice."

"Sorry, but Bella is actually shopping for prom dresses, Edward. She's shopping. I'm definitely not getting in the way of that. And the dress is gorgeous… but I'm telling you this because I did not see her get home."

"Well where the hell does she go?" I whispered sharply.

"I don't know, Edward. She will be shopping downtown. I didn't catch the name of the store, but they will be there in a couple of hours." I shut the phone to a close, hiding the light of it back into my pocket.

I had a couple of hours to leave the area and go hunting before I would have to find her and watch over her in this town. I have not a clue of Victoria's whereabouts, but I knew that she would find out if Bella was here, in town. And if Bella's future was gone, then Victoria might have gotten in the way of it, unless there was other news that Alice had not been able to see. Decisions that had not been made. Other news that Jacob would be here, blocking Alice's visions. It did not matter. I did not know the answer to the issue, so I would have to watch.

Several miles from the perimeter of Seattle held a vast forestry area filled with plenty of game. The vampires that would pass through the town of Seattle were not vegetarians, so the wildlife here stayed plentiful. The deer I had run into were in a pack, but I had seamlessly been able to attack two of them to the ground, draining one and holding the other one underneath my grasp before taking its life with the other with a swift turn of its neck as the most humane way I could end its existence. I was not completely quenched from my thirst, but it would have to do. I had made sure to dig two deep holes in the ground, burying the deer so that people would not question how it had died if anyone were to come across it.

I only had half an hour left to go look for her, to make sure that she was safe and entered the building with her friends in one piece— undisturbed. I stalked out of the woods, looking both ways to see if there were any cars entering or leaving Seattle. Naturally there were, so I headed there on foot a little faster than human speed, ducked under the hood of my jacket. I could see that I was not going to make it on time at this pace, so I had held out my thumb, waiting for someone to kindly but irresponsibly pull over.

A small green and rusted Prius had pulled to the side of the road with an adolescent teen in the driver's seat. His long-coiled locks had been swept out underneath a beanie that he had placed halfway on his skull. His eyes held youth and redness that held no surprise to what he had been doing moments before in the car. And his face was not a stranger to acne. He waved at me, leaning out of his window.

"Hey, dude, need a ride, man?" I squinted at his sincerity and kindness. Humans were so naive to take this dangerous action of allowing strangers in their car, but I had supposed that the intoxication that he brought upon himself had hindered him useless to identify his instincts to stay away from me. I nodded at him with a small grin as I walked over towards the passenger side of the car and climbed into the seat. It was immediately known when being already ten feet away from the car of the marijuana odor emitting from the vehicle, but the essence inside of the car was much more potent. I had not mentioned the nose burning scent of his vehicle to him out of politeness.

He pulled off the side of the road, re-entering the medium paced traffic. "What are you doing on the side of the road, man? Could barely see you with that creepy black hood on you." He asked me, leaning back in his seat, holding only one hand on the steering wheel. I ignored him, looking out the window watching the silhouettes of the trees pass by slower than I was used to, but it would have to do. "Dude?"

"Nothing particular," I replied at his impatience. I had not cared to participate in a conversation with this man, but he had kindly taken a dangerous route on his own anyway to have picked me up. I sighed, trying to expand my lungs and move my hands across my thighs, tapping my fingers against each other and placing them on and off my lap to keep the stillness of my posture unnoticed.

Dude is weird as hell. Kinda like it. Wonder if he'd care if I smoked.

"Go ahead," I muttered under my breath. The boy's eyebrow raised in confusion at my response, but nothing out of the ordinary had crossed over into his mind for me to worry about the small flaw I had made. Isolation for many months had caused me to become less attuned to deciphering between thoughts and out-spoken words. I had to get used to it again, but I had not thought there would be another encounter that I would fall myself into that would cause me to worry about making that mistake again. The man shrugged as he held his knee to hold the steering wheel in place. He opened his center console, pulling out a small crystal pipe and added the potent herb into it. The air conditioner was frustrating him as the small flakes of the herb started flying around the car. I knew that if a cop had pulled us over, there was no way this man was going to be able to talk his way out of getting arrested.

He sparked the bowl with his lighter, taking in a deep breath. He seemed to have relaxed against the back of his seat until he became tormented with uncontrollable snorting through his nose. His lungs were trying to reject the smoke that he was inhaling, but the man was trying to fight it off and hold it in as long as he could. He had immediately set his bowl down and grabbed the window crank to roll down the window. He began to uncontrollably cough mucus out of his throat, and repeatedly spit towards the asphalt road. The steering wheel began to sway as his body spazzed from his coughing. I was not too worried about a car accident happening, I knew it would not affect me, but I had felt worried for this poor boy's life.

I leaned over to grab the steering wheel for him, furrowing my eyebrows at his irresponsibility of doing this behind a moving vehicle, but I had decided to not scold the boy for it. Humans lacked common sense. Again, he had picked up a stranger off the highway, one as detrimental to his life as I am.

"Thanks—" he snorted through his nose again, "man. You're alright, you know that?" I looked away, gesturing a small nod as I continued to stare out the window. "Name's Cody. What's yours, my dude?"

I heaved out another sigh at his conversation that he was innocently trying to conjure up. "Anthony," I replied.

A wide grin appeared across his face and his eyes squinted at me. "Really? You don't look like a dude that would be named Anthony." He replied with surprise and a chuckle in his voice. I nodded at him and briefly glanced at the clock on his dashboard. There was plenty of time.

We had made our way into the perimeter of Seattle. It had not taken my patience too long to wear thin, so I kindly placed a hundred-dollar bill into the man's filthy cupholder and hopped out of the car.

A hundred dollars? Duuuuuude, I should make a business out of this.

A very illegal one in fact. I would hope someone would remind him sooner rather than later of the dangers of picking up hitchhikers.

"See you later, my man!" Cody shouted.

I walked on foot towards the crossing lane, waiting at the light for it to flash me to go across. I immediately headed into the shadows between unlit buildings that were vacant. The alley way had wreaked sweat, sludge, body odor and rat droppings. Puddles that had formed in the small crevices and less than dramatic potholes held stagnant water filled with small insects floating around in it. It was not too forward to understand why these two buildings have held vacancy for a while now. The city held no priority to obtain maintenance on it.

I looked upwards at the tall glass paneled building, scaling it with my eyes to theorize how high I would need to jump to make it on top, which held no difficulty for me. I lunged up, grabbing on to the indentions in between the glass panels to help me hoist myself up farther along the side of the building until I had made it to the ledge. I lifted myself up, swinging my lower half over the ledge before I made contact on the small gravel rocks that coated the roof.

The rocks were not helping to hide my presence as I walked across them, but there also was no scent near for me to recognize or cause a worry of being noticed.

Time was ticking faster now that I was anticipating the moment for Bella and her friends to arrive into Seattle. There are many prom and wedding boutiques around for them to go shopping at, but I would have to look around through other's thoughts and images that would cascade into other's thoughts to find which car Bella would be in. It was not helpful that Alice had not provided me with that information.

She would like flowers… An older gentleman thought of his wife who was on her deathbed in his apartment another block away.

Oh shit, look at him… A tall woman with a group of friends had thought and whistled at. She was eyeing down a man that was leaning against the side of a building lighting his cigarette. He noticed her and offered a side grin as he didn't make any intention to look at her.

This traffic needs to hurry up and move out of the damn way. I recognized this thought. I watched it stare at the cars ahead of her as she was trying to make a turn onto a street that I was only a block away from. It was Jessica's. I leaped over the building to make contact to the roof next to this one. I continued my passage to get closer to the thoughts.

"Bella, stop worrying about it. I will make sure you get home on time." Bella—I saw her face. Her arms were crossed over her lap as she leaned back into her seat, staring out the window.

Angela's mind caught me next as she leaned against Bella's shoulder, laying her head in the crevice of her neck, and rubbing her hand up and down Bella's upper arm. She was trying to help Bella relax. They were getting out of the car that Jessica had parallel parked on the side of the road next to other buildings. I jumped over towards the closer buildings where they were, leaning my head over to see where they were going.

I inhaled deeply when my form was closer to Bella. The mouthwatering floral scent that was trapped and encased by the many other foul scents of the city. But it was still her scent that I could home in on. It had filled me with bliss as my mouth began to fill with venom. I knew I would not attack, but her scent only could bring me ecstasy. I could see Bella slowing down on her stride as she leaned in towards the glass of the building I was standing up on. Angela's mind showed a bookstore that Bella was looking at. I had wondered if Bella dreamed of going in there to add more books to her collection.

Jessica and Lauren had gasped when they made their way inside the building that they were headed to. It was a prom boutique that held one side of the store to be filled with tux, and an unevenly portioned but larger section of prom dresses on the other side. Angela had squealed internally at the excitement she felt when seeing the many dress choices, she could choose from. She grabbed ahold of Bella's wrist to restrain her from running erratically towards the racks.

There was much small talk between the two of them. Angela and Bella had been split off from Jessica and Lauren who went on their own to look for prom dresses. It did not take long for them to find theirs while Angela and Bella were discussing the certain colors they were going to shop for. Bella's voice chimed through Angela's mind. It wasn't as perceptive as it was in person, but it did bring a sense of warmth to linger across my body.

My mind got distracted by her voice that chimed through Angela's thoughts that I had missed a larger portion of their conversation.

"I mean, he doesn't see the problem with dropping out just to leave with me," Bella said with a disappointed tone in her voice.

"Dropping out? He can't drop out, that's crazy," Leave it to Bella to have guys wrapped around her finger. Of course, they do, though. Who wouldn't love Bella? "But, that's not all. Is there?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, yeah you're happier than you were before, but there's just something blocking it." Edward… poor, Bella. Angela frowned.

"I still don't know what you mean."

"Well, I mean. You don't look as happy with him as you did with him," Angela emphasized the last 'him.'

"It's okay, you can say his name. And no, that's not completely true. I think I'm just still healing or getting over him." Bella frowned, looking towards the ground with her bottom lip tucked underneath her teeth.

"That's understandable. He was your first boyfriend, first love. Can I ask you something, though? You don't have to answer the question if it's too much, but… if Edward came back… who would you choose?" This wasn't a question I needed answered by Bella. As much as it was intriguing to hear, to know what she would choose, it was not my business anymore. She needed to live a happy and normal life. A human one—without me.

"Edward would never come back, Angela. He didn't want to be with me. And if he did come back, he wouldn't want me." I scoffed at her response, leaning my back against the concrete edge of the roof.

Of course, I want her. I would always want her. I would be anything for her if I knew that I was not such a danger to her life. She deserved better. I would rather put myself in pain of staying away from her before allowing her to be in any more danger because of me.

"I don't believe that. But let's say you were trapped in this love triangle. Both of them wanted to be with you… who would you choose?" My thoughts dismissed from listening any further as I had captured the scent of her. The scent of the red headed nomad who was trying to threaten the life of the only person who could bring joy into my existence.

Victoria.

I stood up, looking over the top of the building. Trying to identify where the scent had gone. There were far too many scents that saturated the air in the city, making it almost impossible to find her—but not completely impossible. I leaned forward, looking across the street from atop of the building that Bella was in. I could see her. The red head glaring through the flower shop window from the inside of the building that faced the prom boutique. When she had looked up at me, she was there no more. I could hear her feet moving inside, heading towards the back of the store to make it through the exit.

I leaped over the gap between this building that was separated by the road towards the other side of the building. Once my feet had made connection on top of the store roof, I dashed toward the back. Seeing the door wide open where Victoria had already made an escape. I jumped down, landing directly on top of the swinging door, and hopped down onto the gravel back parking lot. I closed the flower shop door behind me trying to track her scent that had led out from it. I continued to run, smelling the air of the sweet but sharp scent that Victoria emitted from her cold skin. I followed her, but her path led a zig-zag attempt to confuse me of the direction she was heading it.

There were pedestrians walking nearby which had led me to scale the closest building and climb on top of it, trying to see into the fog that settled around the streetlights. Fast movement was being made another block down. She was quick. No quicker than I was, but I was not the most skilled tracker, especially in a city this large filled with numerous smells and scents. It was slowing me down trying to follow the trail she was leaving behind.

Instead, I leaped over the building over towards the next one towards the exact area that I last saw the quick movements. I made no stops to smell the air. I just needed to catch up. Needed to find her. Victoria was heading towards the darker regions of the city where the light bulbs did not illuminate so bright. Where the streets were much less clean than the ones further up town. Where the odors and broken drainage pipes would mask the smell of her trail. I cursed under my breath looking around for her.

"Victoria," I shouted on top of the building. There was no response. "Face me, you coward! I am right here. I am ready for you!" I held my arms out to show vulnerability in hopes she would take my offer.

She did not.

Another dead end. Two things I was sure of at this moment.

One. Victoria was residing in Seattle. She had not made attempts to leave the area.

Two. She was after the only reason I chose to live on in this terrible life that I was given. The only thing she knew that she could take away from me to destroy me.

After another twenty minutes of not catching the scent that Victoria had left behind that drained away with the sludge that filled the edges of the street, I turned around, jumping from each building to get back to the boutique. When I had leaped onto the flower shop building, I noticed I was downwind from an odor I knew of from Forks. The wet dog smell that burned through my nostrils whenever it was nearby.

Jacob Black was here.

"I wanted to surprise you. I kind of anticipated driving you home, anyway," he said to her.

What a bitch. Angela should keep her mouth shut next time. Lauren thought. I was confused about what had happened in the events while I was gone. I looked further into their minds, noticing Jacob replay the thought of Malia, the woman I had met at the gas station, throwing her fist into his face. I chuckled at the thought of it but had felt bad for Malia's poor hand that must have been hurt. Jacob was internally laughing when he continued to replay the event in his head.

The other thought that came through my mind were the words that Angela spit at both Lauren and Jessica in the store. I smiled at the thoughtfulness of Angela and how she had always worried about how Jessica and Lauren treated her. I was surprised though. I always knew Angela to be shy, but I was amused that she had built up the courage to stand up for Bella. Jessica on the other hand had felt more remorse for her actions towards Bella than Lauren had felt. Shocking.

"Wow, Jacob, you built this?" Angela gawked at the rabbit that was parallel parked on the side of the road in front of the boutique.

"Sure did. Took a long time, too." Impressive, Jacob Black. I knew me being downwind from him would not allow my scent to flow into his direction, so I stayed where I was.

"Well, it looks great," Angela said, still gawking at the car. She felt a touch of jealousy towards Bella, but completely dismissed the feeling when she had reminded herself that she was happy for her, as well. The thought of Jacob being able to help Bella if and when her truck breaks down on the side of the road. This thought caused her to relax.

All three of them climbed into the rabbit trying to stuff the new dresses and a tuxedo into one of the back seats, and Jacob pulled out of the parking spot and drove down the road, turning left at the light, and another left at the next light and headed away from Seattle towards Forks. I could see a small glimpse of a flashback of Bella standing in the dressing room wearing a black gown with gold accents.

My jaw loosened at the image formed in Angela's mind. Bella was breathtakingly beautiful.

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It has been almost two months at this point that I have been in Seattle tracking Victoria. I had ventured a few miles out of its perimeter every now and then to follow a lead or a trail, but as it had happened before throughout the winter and fall months across the United States and father down towards South America, she had gotten away.

I didn't know where my next lead would be in Seattle. I only knew that she would be back here, just as she always did. I continued a human pace down dark alley ways, wearing zip-up hoodies with a baseball hat and the hood sloped over it to hide my own scent. I knew that it would not fully cover my scent as I continued wearing the same clothes, so I had normally changed every few hours into new ones.

I held my eyes down, only listening to thoughts that passed by me, waiting to see at least one image of Victoria's bright red hair I did not hunt unless I wanted to disguise myself from leaving the area too much in order to keep myself out of Victoria's sight, possibly be able to counter her steps and take her down myself, finally.

Another reason I did not hunt was to hide my eyes. While they were not the vibrant red that were enhanced by the blood of humans, my golden eyes too were not so easy to hide. They were bright, especially at night and they easily reflected in any kind of light that I passed under. The hat would help, but if my eyes were black from the thirst, I knew they would not cause looks or stares towards me.

I continued down the road, looking down the alleyways in between each building as I passed by them. Nothing. There were never signs that Victoria was there. Only on rare occasions I would smell faint traces of her. The only figures that would entail in the alleyways were old drunken men and other men and women who were shooting up heroin or snorting crystal meth into their system. Humans. At times it was hard to feel any remorse for them when they all eventually created their own demise through addictions. Not all addictions that humans created for themselves were deadly. Some addictions were to enjoy traveling, others were to read or write, and many others were to enjoy time by themselves binging movies from their DVD collections. But again, others were deadly. Addictions such as taking in deadly drugs, drinking, smoking, or consuming too heavily on food until they could no longer take care of themselves.

Sometimes it did come across my mind to question myself in why I had felt remorse for people when it came to our diet. Why we would choose to hunt animals instead of people. Animals were never a greedy species. They were already treated as less than by humans, but animals still were never filled with greed. Animals only would take what they needed. They would only consume what they could fill. And then their regular instincts of trust they had felt towards their packs. Deer that traveled together had a sense of emotional attachment to each other. They relied on their members to keep a look out for them while they grazed. Mountain lions and bears had motherly instincts. They fought only to protect their cubs, and mostly only fed to feed their cubs. But again, they only took what they needed. Never overfilled.

Animals never cared for power or wealth, or for someone to feel pity for them. Not the way people do. I usually had felt much pride and adoration to those humans that did feel a sense of worry for animal lives. To those people that actively acknowledged the good in other species. Bella had that. I saw it in her face when I had mentioned before of what I would hunt. I quickly reminded her that we only take what is overpopulated in certain regions. Population control is what you would call it.

Vampires had the ability to be able to think of multiple things at once, unlike humans do. As one part of my mind had continued to run this monologue in my mind, the other part of me continued to look around in between the buildings, inside of them, around them, and down the street for any possible sights of Victoria. Just a scent is all I needed from her. Other thoughts that were racing through my mind were about Bella. Alice had reminded me that she was fine, and that prom was coming soon. The theme that they were going for was Fire and Ice. I chuckled at the irony. Alice had also reminded me that her party over a month ago went well, other than how Mike Newton had laid hands on Bella. He was trying to get her to consume alcohol and dance with him, but Jasper had sensed in him lust and other repulsive emotions that emitted off him as he had gripped Bella. They took care of that immediately.

I cursed at Alice when she thought it was possible that Bella had recognized them, but felt more than overjoyed when she told me that Bella had fallen asleep on the futon in my bedroom, but then I had chewed out Alice for allowing Bella to do so.

Alice and Jasper had revealed their cover when it came to Jacob, but I relaxed when she said he had no intention of Bella ever knowing they were there. He did not want her to know about it anymore than I did.

God, that poor face. I looked up at this older woman who was staring at me holding her groceries in her hands from across the street from me. I offered her a sideways smile and looked back forward. Her heart rate jumped when I had looked at her, but there were no odd conclusions that formed in her head at my appearance.

I continued my way now further down the road and turning into an alleyway to hide from any other pedestrians. I wanted to keep myself away from their gazes. The thoughts of those around me did not help me with my search for Victoria. Her hiding and escape plans were becoming less trackable.

Hmm... I stopped in my tracks. It was a thought I didn't recognize, but it alerted me.

His eyes, how strange. Definitely hungry, but no hint of red or crimson.

"You think that guy is the one he was talking about?" Another voice and thought came into my mind

"Possibly. Maybe we should investigate".

"No guys, Riley told us to stay here until he came back." A younger masculine thought came in. I could count only three thoughts total. Interesting. Riley was the name of a boy that had gone missing. Riley Biers was his name to be exact. He was a boy that lived in Forks for quite some time. His parents had sent an ad in the newspaper asking if anyone had known his whereabouts. Not that this news was alarming in any sort of way to my family. Kids his age die every day to gun violence, drugs, alcohol abuse, and car accidents. He was only eighteen years old when he had gone missing... Poor kid. Seemed too much as a coincidence to hear his name be thought of in the mind of these newborn individuals.

I tried not to hesitate before I continued walking away from the mind. I could not distinctively pinpoint where they were, but if I had to guess, they were underground somewhere. But they could visibly see me. I tried to smell the air for any open drain that could lead to a basement. The scents of the sewage were masking their scents well, but I was able to pinpoint it. It was exactly 50 yards away from me, towards my left. I did not take my glances towards it. I simply turned towards the right walking away.

I cursed when I felt my cell phone buzzing in my pocket. I opened to see it was none other than Alice, calling at the worst timing she possibly could be. Without speaking into the phone, I accepted the call and placed it against my ear.

"Edward!" She screamed, panicking into the phone. "Edward, get out of there! Get out of there, now!" I picked up my pace on foot, taking another turn down the street leading me towards another alleyway.

"No, Edward, not that way you are going to hit a dead end. Carlisle and Emmett are on their way to Seattle now. You need to keep turning down different alleyways. We are on the way there, now."

"You couldn't have called me earlier?" I hissed silently into the phone.

"If I called you earlier, you would have still gotten in this situation, either way. I already saw the outcomes. I knew I needed to call Carlisle and Emmett first so they could get there on time. This was the only possible moment I could call you to get the best possible outcome."

"Best possible outcome?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "What the hell is wrong, Alice."

"Turn left, now. Go through the broken window of the building on your left and then go through the other open window to get out on the other side," She said with a calm voice. I could still hear the slight panic in it as the engine in the background shifted as she accelerated.

"Tell me what's going on, Alice," I scowled.

"Not yet, Edward. I can't tell you."

"Another one of your outcomes?" I asked, climbing through the broken window of the building, and looking around, pushing old broken furniture to the side to get across the room to climb out of the next window on the other side. "How long have you known about this vision?"

"A couple of hours. If I told you any sooner than now, you would have run into the same problem."

"Not if I left Seattle," I growled.

"It would have been a different situation that would have led to a worse outcome. This one was the best I could see."

"There are three of them and you think I would have run into a worse outcome than that?" I continued walking through the next alleyway.

"You would have run into five. Oh— nope. Now that group only has three. Still, the odds now are better than the ones you would have ran into before."

I could hear the older woman I saw before, now screaming into the night air. I could hear the crinkle of the grocery bags drop to the ground. I winced at the peril she was facing.

"Alice," I silently growled through the phone. "How far are you?"

"We will be there in just ten minutes. Turn left, now!" She yelled through the phone. I almost had lost my balance turning so sharply down the next alley way in between the buildings.

"This is a dead end, Alice!" I shouted at her.

"He's over here. I smell him."

"I don't think this is such a good idea, Evan"

"Shut up, Justin. Riley would want us to do this."

"Besides, we will make it back on time before Riley gets there." I could hear their footsteps coming closer, making a turn down the alleyway close to where I am.

"I know, I'm so sorry. We will be there soon, I promise." Alice pleaded through the phone. "Kick your leg behind you in just… three… two…" I dropped the phone on the ground and swung my right leg behind me, making contact with a solid figure who had propelled backwards.

The younger boy who was probably no older than fifteen was standing farther away, gawking at the man that I had launched against the trash can. The third gentlemen who could be said to be around twenty-five lunged at me with his elbow. I saw in his mind what his plan was, so I darted out of the way, grabbing a hold of his extended elbow and plunged him into the ground causing an indention in the concrete. The young boy had jumped onto my shoulders.

"Stop!" I shouted at him. He had his hands against my chin trying to pull upwards as I had my hands against his wrist, pulling them down. He was much stronger than me as a newborn, so I leaned forward and collided his form into the brick wall, knocking him off me. I heard both of the other men running towards me from behind. I elbowed him in the chest, grabbing a hold of his arm, twisting it to force him onto the ground while the other one collided against me into the wall where the little boy had his head stuck into. The man on the ground grabbed a hold of my ankle, twisting it. I could hear my own stone flesh cracking as the man held onto it, continuing to turn it. The pain was excruciating unbearable while he managed to finally detach half of my lower leg from my knee.

I yelled out in pain, noticing the little boy finally was managing to free his head from the brick wall. He punched it with his fist, causing the brick to crumble around his head, allowing him access to get out. I swung my pegged leg around to knock the boy onto the ground, while the other man who knocked me into the wall quickly grabbed onto my shoulder. I punched him off of me, but the younger boy along with the one who took off my lower leg rammed into my body and were now both on top of me as they continued to throw punches against me.

"What do you want!" I growled.

"To be free from you vegetarian tyrants!" This had me confused about their motives. What did I have to do with their freedom?

I lifted my knee up, jamming it into the backside of the man who was propelled forwards over me onto the ground. The little boy was gliding his hand downwards in a chopping motion towards my elbow. I quickly went to catch it before the other man had grabbed a hold of my arm, holding it towards the ground next to my body. The kid made contact with my elbow, causing my arm to detach from my body. A loud wailing escaped through my teeth from the crushing pain until I felt another one escape my throat when my other leg was then smashed through and ripped off my body. I yanked my other arm out from the grasp of the other man, and contacted my fist against the child's face, knocking him onto the ground. He rolled off me and then proceeded into his crouching position.

I tried to push myself up off the ground, but the man I had launched off of me had his hands placed against my chest, knocking the wind out of my lungs as I made contact back onto the solid ground. The other one grabbed onto my arm, and I could feel his teeth dig into the flesh of my shoulder, detaching my arm clean off my body.

"You can have your freedom! I don't even know who you are!" I yelled at them. "You don't have to do this!"

"Shut up, tree hugger." The man who had his hands pressed against my chest said. He had his teeth embedded into the side of my neck, which I then saw my body now being farther away from me as my head rolled against the solid ground.

"Guys… we should head back now…" The younger boy said uneasily. His thoughts were filled with worry, but I could no longer see them as my head was facing the brick wall in front of me.

"Greg, can you grab his body parts? I want to burn him before we head out."

"We should probably keep his head as a trophy for Riley." I could hear the one named Greg walk over towards me. He lifted my head off the ground, and he faced my head towards him. He smirked, letting out a small chuckle. "Wow, I got to admit. You put up a good fight for an animal drinker. I almost feel bad. Almost." He spit venom into my face.

I growled at him.

"Ooo, scary that one," Teased Evan. "Anyone bring something to start a fire with?"

"Um, Riley doesn't give us lighters," Justin, the young one, added. The kid was sitting on the ground, slouched as he watched Evan kick my body pieces around as they were starting to try to find their way back to my torso.

The loud screeching of tires began to echo the alleyway as the sound came closer towards the dead end.

Oh, shit what was that?

"Did Riley get a car?" Asked Justin.

"Fuck! It's the others!" Greg then dropped my head, and I could feel my nose smash against the solid ground underneath me. Car doors were being immediately opened, and I could hear growls and hisses coming from multiple people along with grunts from others being slammed into the ground. The sound of stone and crystal being ripped and torn apart started to echo into the dead-end alleyway that I was fallen against.

Loud agonizing screams erupted from both of the older gentlemen's throats as their heads were being detached from their bodies.

The younger boy, Justin, was running towards me—dumb move to run towards the end of the dead end— screaming in a higher pitched sound as he was trying to run for his life. I could hear Jasper's grunts as he slammed the smaller boy against the wall.

"Please, please don't kill me! It wasn't my fault!" Justin pleaded.

"Boy," Jasper's southern twang came in. "It was your fault when ripped his arm off."

A loud scream erupted from Justin's throat as Jasper detached his head from his body. I could smell smoke wafting my way from the other side of the alleyway and could hear the wind rushing by as Jasper tossed Justin's head into the fire.

"Grab his pieces. Don't let them get into the flames," Carlisle warned them.

"Oh! Edward, Edward, Edward!" Alice cried, grabbing my head off the ground facing it towards her. She then collided my face against her chest and swayed her body side to side. "I'm so sorry! There was just no other way!" She pleaded. "In any other scenario, they would have found a lighter in a different alleyway and burned the pieces! This was the only way. I'm so, so, so sorry!"

"Alice, please stop your apologies and get in the car," Carlisle said. "We have to go. Rosalie and Esme will meet us back in Forks."

Alice ran with my head to the car. They piled my pieces in the back seat next to Emmett and Jasper who were silent until we had safely pulled out of Seattle.

Emmett began to snort. "Dude, you let those guys kick your ass?"

"Emmett, stop it!" Alice hissed at him from the front seat.

"Oh c,mon. I could've kicked all three of their asses all by myself, and it would've been finished in no more than thirty seconds!"

"Yeah, right. Newborns are strong. You have the issue of relying on your brute force rather than using strategy. It would be you piled up in the back seat, too if you were in that situation."

"No way!" Emmett continued to laugh. "Those guys pussy whipped him."

"Enough, Emmett," Carlisle said.

Emmet picked up both of my arms and started flailing them around near each other. "Bella, I missed you so much!" He said, trying to imitate my voice, moving one of the arms towards the other. "Could you ever forgive me?" He snorted at his own ridiculous play. "Oh, yes, Edward!" His voice now changed into several octaves higher. "I missed you so much! Now take me to the bedroom and whisk me away!" His voice then continued, "But, Bella," he inserted a gasp, "I'm a virgin!"—"Oh no!" His voice changed to a higher octave again and then he continued to laugh hysterically.

"Ugh, Emmett!" Alice reached behind her grabbing my head from the seat, placing me on her lap. "You're so immature!" She grunted at him and looked down at my face as I rolled my eyes. A smile began to grow across her cheeks. "You're so cute when you're only a head, Edward." Alice giggled. "It's the closest I'll get to being able to own my own little purse dog without wanting to drink it!"

Emmett started to burst out laughing even more.

"Oh my god, Jasper can't you imagine going back to Milan and I just have this little head with a collar and a bow on it in my purse?" She turned her head to look at Jasper in the back seat.

"I'm sure that wouldn't be too popular with the humans," Jasper replied.

"Humans just aren't creative or open minded to new ideas." Alice sighed and looked back at me. "I'm only teasing you, Edward. I'm just trying to lighten the mood. It would be really hard to place all your body parts back together in the car. We need a flat surface."

"I'm just glad that you aren't torn apart over this breakup man." He made air quotes with his fingers when he said, 'torn apart.' Emmett continued rolling laughter. "You've really been a pain in my ass." He guested now with my torn bottom leg being held near his backside as he slightly lifted himself off the seat.

"I'm sorry this happened to you son," Carlisle sighed. "And now we know the threat facing us. I'm just glad to be able to bring you home. Esme will be very humbled to see you again." He looked at me, turning the ends of his mouth up in a small smile.

"Damn can we get back to Rose anytime soon? I could really use some head." Emmett snorted, making a lame gesture towards my decapitated head. No one laughed at this joke. Jasper's face scrunched up; disgusted with the failed attempt at a joke that Emmett made. "What? That wasn't funny to you guys?" He asked again, looking at Jasper and leaning forward to look at Alice and Carlisle in the front seat. He leaned back against his seat again and crossed his arms over his body. "I miss Bella, she would have laughed. You guys are a bunch of prudes."

"Considering you've already made your decision to tell her that joke one day, no. No, she would not laugh." Alice said, duly noting.

"Well you're a goddamn liar!" Emmett exclaimed. "Rose will at least giggle at it."

"Nope!" Alice, Jasper and Carlisle all spoke in unison at the same time, popping the 'P' on their lips.

A/N

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