ELSA'S POV
Frederic and Anna had not been able to catch up with Ivan before his trail disappeared into the sound. They'd swum to the other bank to see if his trail had picked up in a straight line, but there was no trace of him for miles in either direction on the eastern shore.
It was all my fault. he had come, as Alice had seen, to make peace with the Cullens, only to be angered by my camaraderie with Kristoff. I wished I'd noticed him earlier, before Kristoff had phased. I wished we'd gone hunting somewhere else.
There wasn't much to be done. Frederic had called Tareas with the disappointing news. Tareas and Kate hadn't seen Ivan since they'd decided to come to my wedding, and they were distraught that Ivan had come so close and yet not returned home; it wasn't easy for them to lose their brother, however temporary the separation might be. I wondered if this brought back hard memories of losing their mother and sister so many centuries ago.
Alice was able to catch a few glimpses of Ivan's immediate future, nothing too concrete. he wasn't going back to Denali, as far as Alice could tell. The picture was hazy. All Alice could see was that Ivan was visibly upset; he wandered in the snow-swathed wilderness - to the north? To the east? - with a devastated expression. he made no decisions for a new course beyond his directionless grieving.
Days passed and, though of course I forgot nothing, Ivan and his pain moved to the back of my mind. There were more important things to think of now. I would leave for Italy in just a few days. When I got back, we'd all be off to South America.
Every detail had been gone over a hundred times already. We would start with the Ticunas, tracing their legends as well as we could at the source. Now that it was accepted that Honeymaren would come with us, he figured prominently in the plans - it was unlikely that the people who believed in vampires would speak to any of us about their stories. If we dead-ended with the Ticunas, there were many closely related tribes in the area to research. Frederic had some old
friends in the Amazon; if we could find them, they might have information for us, too. Or at least a suggestion as to where else we might go for answers. It was unlikely that the three Amazon vampires had anything to do with the legends of vampire hybrids themselves, as they were all female. There was no way to know how long our search would take.
I hadn't told Agnarr about the longer trip yet, and I stewed about what to say to him while Anna and Frederic's discussion went on. How to break the news to him just right?
I stared at Eleazar while I debated internally. he was curled up on the sofa now, his breathing slow with heavy sleep, Usually, Anna and I took him back to our cottage to put her to bed, but tonight we lingered with the family, she and Frederic deep in their planning session.
Meanwhile, Cassandra and Jasper were more excited about planning the hunting possibilities. The Amazon offered a change from our normal quarry. Jaguars and panthers, for example. Cassandra had a whim to wrestle with an anaconda. Arianna and Rapunzel were planning what they would pack. Honeymaren was off with Kristoff's pack, setting things up for his own absence.
Alice moved slowly - for her - around the big room, unnecessarily tidying the already immaculate space, straightening Arianna's perfectly hung garlands. She was re-centering Arianna's vases on the console at the moment. I could see from the way her face fluctuated - aware, then blank, then aware again - that she was searching the future. I assumed she was trying to see through the blind spots that Honeymaren and Eleazar made in her visions as to what was waiting for us in South America until Jasper said, "Let it go, Alice; he's not our concern," and a cloud of serenity stole silently and invisibly through the room.
Alice must have been worrying about Ivan again.
She stuck her tongue out at Jasper and then lifted one crystal vase that was filled with white and red roses and turned toward the kitchen. There was just the barest hint of wilt to one of the white flowers, but Alice seemed intent on utter perfection as a distraction to her lack of vision tonight.
Staring at Eleazar again, I didn't see it when the vase slipped from Alice's fingers. I only heard the whoosh of the air whistling past the crystal, and my eyes flickered up in time to see the vase shatter into ten thousand diamond shards against the edge of the kitchen's marble floor.
We were perfectly still as the fragmented crystal bounced and skittered in every direction with an unmusical tinkling, all eyes on Alice's back.
My first illogical thought was that Alice was playing some joke on us. Because there was no way that Alice could have dropped the vase by accident I could have darted across the room to catch the vase in plenty of time myself, if I hadn't assumed she would get it. And how would it fall through her fingers in the first place? Her perfectly sure fingers...
I had never seen a vampire drop anything by accident. Ever.
And then Alice was facing us, twisting in a move so fast it didn't exist.
Her eyes were halfway here and halfway locked on the future, wide, staring, filling her thin face till they seemed to overflow it. Looking into her eyes was like looking out of a grave from the inside; I was buried in the terror and
despair and agony of her gaze.
I heard Anna gasp; it was a broken, half-choked sound.
"What?"Jasper growled, leaping to her side in a blurred rush of movement, crushing the broken crystal under his feet. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her sharply. She seemed to rattle silently in his hands. "What Alice?"
Cassandra moved into my peripheral vision, her teeth bared while her eyes darted toward the window, anticipating an attack.
There was only silence from Arianna, Frederic, and Rapunzel, who were frozen just as I was.
Jasper shook Alice again. "What is it?"
"They're coming for us," Alice and Anna whispered together, perfectly synchronized. "All of them."
Silence.
For once, I was the quickest to understand - because something in their words triggered my own vision. It was only the distant memory of a dream - faint, transparent, indistinct as if I were peering through thick gauze... In my head, I saw a line of black advancing on me, the ghost of my half-forgotten human nightmare. I could not see the glint of their ruby eyes in the shrouded image, or the shine of their sharp wet teeth, but I knew where the gleam should be...
Stronger than the memory of the sight came the memory of the feel - the wrenching need to protect the precious thing behind me.
I wanted to snatch Eleazar up into my arms, to hide him behind my skin and hair, to make him invisible. But I couldn't even turn to look at him. I felt not like stone but ice. For the first time since I'd been reborn a vampire, I felt cold.
I barely heard the confirmation of my fears. I didn't need it. I already knew.
"The Volturi," Alice moaned.
"All of them," Anna groaned at the same time.
"Why?" Alice whispered to herself. "How?"
"When?" Anna whispered.
"Why?" Arianna echoed.
"When?"Jasper repeated in a voice like splintering ice.
Alice's eyes didn't blink, but it was as if a veil covered them; they became perfectly blank. Only her mouth held on to her expression of horror.
"Not long," she and Anna said together. Then she spoke alone. "There's snow on the forest, snow on the town. Little more than a month."
"Why?" Frederic was the one to ask this time.
Arianna answered. "They must have a reason. Maybe to see ..."
"This isn't about Elsa" Alice said hollowly. "They're all coming - Aro, Caius, Marcus, every member of the guard, even the wives."
"The wives never leave the tower," Jasper contradicted her in a flat voice. "Never. Not during the southern rebellion. Not when the Romanians tried to overthrow them. Not even when they were hunting the immortal children. Never."
"They're coming now," Anna whispered.
"But why?" Frederic said again. "We've done nothing! And if we had, what could we possibly do that would bring them down on us?"
"There are so many of us," Ann answered dully. "They must want to make sure that..." She didn't finish.
"That doesn't answer the crucial question! Why?"
I felt I knew the answer to Frederic's question, and yet at the same time I didn't. Eleazar was the reason why, I was sure. Somehow I'd known from the very beginning that they would come for h8m. My subconscious had warned me before I'd known I was carrying her. It felt oddly expected now. As if I'd somehow always known that the Volturi would come to take my happiness from me.
But that still didn't answer the question.
"Go back, Alice," Jasper pleaded. "Look for the trigger. Search."
Alice shook her head slowly, her shoulders sagging. "It came out of nowhere, Jazz. I wasn't looking for them, or even for us. I was just looking for Ivan. he wasn't where I expected him to be..." Alice trailed off, her eyes drifting again. She stared at nothing for a long second.
And then her head jerked up, her eyes hard as flint. I heard Anna catch her breath.
"he decided to go to them," Alice said. "Ivan decided to go to the Volturi. And then they will decide... It's as if they're waiting for him. Like their decision was already made, and just waiting on him_"
It was silent again as we digested this. What would Ivan tell the Volturi that would result in Alice's appalling vision?
"Can we stop him?" Jasper asked.
"There's no way. He's almost there."
"What is he doing?" Carlisle was asking, but I wasn't paying attention to the discussion now. All my focus was on the picture that was painstakingly coming together in my head.
I pictured Ivan poised on the cliff, watching. What had he seen? A vampire and a werewolf who were best friends. I'd been focused on that image, one that would obviously explain his reaction. But that was not all that he'd seen.
he'd also seen a child. An exquisitely beautiful child, showing off in the falling snow, clearly more than human...
Ivan... the orphaned siblings... Frederic had said that losing their sister to the Volturi's justice had made Tareas, Kate, and Ivan purists when it came to the law.
Just half a minute ago, Jasper had said the words himself: Not even when they were hunting the immortal children... The immortal children - the unmentionable bane, the appalling taboo...
With Ivan's past, how could he apply any other reading to what he'd seen that day in the narrow field? he
had not been close enough to hear Eleazar's heart, to feel the heat radiating from her body. Eleazar's rosy cheeks could have been a trick on our part for all he knew.
After all, the Cullens were in league with werewolves. From Ivan's point of view, maybe this meant nothing was beyond us...
Ivan, wringing his hands in the snowy wilderness - not mourning Laurent, after all, but knowing it was his duty to turn the Cullens in, knowing what would happen to them if he did. Apparently his conscience had won out over the centuries of friendship.
And the Volturi's response to this kind of infraction was so automatic, it was already decided.
I turned and draped myself over Eleazar's sleeping body, covering her with my hair, burying my face in her curls.
"Think of what he saw that afternoon," I said in a low voice, interrupting whatever Cassandra was beginning to say. "To someone who'd lost a sister because of the immortal children, what would Eleazar look like?"
Everything was silent again as the others caught up to where I was already.
"An immortal child," Frederic whispered.
I felt Anna kneel beside me, wrap her arms over us both.
"But he's wrong," I went on. "Eleazar isn't like those other children. They were frozen, but he grows so much every day. They were out of control, but he never hurts Agnarr or Sue or even shows them things that would upset them. he can control herself. He's already smarter than most adults. There would be no reason_"
I babbled on, waiting for someone to exhale with relief, waiting for the icy tension in the room to relax as they realized I was right. The room just seemed to get colder. Eventually my small voice trailed off into silence.
No one spoke for a long time.
Then Anna whispered into my hair. "It's not the kind of crime they hold a trial for, love," she said quietly. "Aro's seen Ivan's proof in his thoughts. They come to destroy, not to be reasoned with."
"But they're wrong," I said stubbornly.
"They won't wait for us to show them that."
Her voice was still quiet, gentle, velvet... and yet the pain and desolation in the sound was unavoidable. Her voice was like Alice's eyes before - like the inside of a tomb.
"What can we do?" I demanded.
Eleazar was so warm and perfect in my arms, dreaming peacefully. I'd worried so much about Eleazar's speeding age - worried that he would only have little over a decade of life... That terror seemed ironic now.
Little over a month...
Was this the limit, then? I'd had more happiness than most people ever experienced. Was there some natural law that demanded equal shares of happiness and misery in the world? Was my joy overthrowing the balance? Was four months all I could have?
It was Cassandra who answered my rhetorical question.
"We fight," she said calmly.
"We can't win," Jasper growled. I could imagine how his face would look, how his body would curve protectively over Alice's.
"Well, we can't run. Not with Demetri around." Cassandra made a disgusted noise, and I knew instinctively that he was not upset by the idea of the Volturi's tracker but by the idea of running away. "And I don't know that we can't win," he said. "There are a few options to consider. We don't have to fight alone."
My head snapped up at that. "We don't have to sentence the Quileutes to death, either, Cassandra!"
"Chill, Elsa." Her expression was no different from when he was contemplating fighting anacondas. Even the threat of annihilation couldn't change Emmett's perspective, his ability to thrill to a challenge. "I didn't mean the pack. Be realistic, though - do you think Honeymaren or Kristoff is going to ignore an invasion? Even if it wasn't about Elson? Not to mention that, thanks to Ivan, Aro knows about our alliance with the pack now, too. But I was thinking of our other friends."
Frederic echoed me in a whisper. "Other friends we don't have to sentence to death."
"Hey, we'll let them decide," Cassandra said in a placating tone. "I'm not saying they have to fight with us." I could see the plan refining itself in his head as he spoke. "If they'd just stand beside us, just long enough to make the Volturi hesitate. Elsa's right, after all. If we could force them to stop and listen. Though that might take away any reason for a fight_"
There was a hint of a smile on Cassandra's face now. I was surprised no one had hit her yet. I wanted to.
"Yes," Arianna said eagerly. "That makes sense, Cassandra. All we need is for the Volturi to pause for one moment. Just long enough to listen*
"We'd need quite a show of witnesses," Rapunzel said harshly, her voice brittle as glass.
Arianna nodded in agreement, as if she hadn't heard the sarcasm in Rapunzel's tone. "We can ask that much of our friends. Just to witness."
"We'd do it for them," Cassandra said.
"We'll have to ask them just right," Alice murmured. I looked to see her eyes were a dark void again. "They'll have to be shown very carefully."
"Shown?"Jasper asked.
Alice and Anna both looked down at Eleazar. Then Alice's eyes glazed over.
"Tearas's family," she said. "Siobhan's coven. Amun's. Some of the nomads - Garrett and Mary for certain. Maybe Alistair."
"What about Peter and Charlotte?" Jasper asked half fearfully, as if he hoped the answer was no, and his old brother could be spared from the coming carnage.
"Maybe."
"The Amazons?" Frederic asked. "Kachiri, Zafrina, and Senna?"
Alice seemed too deep into her vision to answer at first; finally she shuddered, and her eyes flickered back to
the present. She met Frederic's gaze for the tiniest part of a second, and then looked down.
"I can't see."
"What was that?" Anna asked, her whisper a demand. "That part in the jungle. Are we going to look for them?"
"I can't see," Alice repeated, not meeting her eyes. A flash of confusion crossed Anna's face. "We'll have to split up and hurry - before the snow sticks to the ground. We have to round up whomever we can and get them here to show them." She zoned again. "AElena. There is more to this than just an immortal child."
The silence was ominous for another long moment while Alice was in her trance. She blinked slowly when it was over, her eyes peculiarly opaque despite the fact that she was clearly in the present.
"There is so much. We have to hurry," she whispered.
"Alice?" Anna asked. "That was too fast - I didn't understand. What was - ?"
"I can't see!" she exploded back at him. "Honeymaren's almost here!"
Rapunzel took a step toward the front door. "I'll deal with - "
"No, let her come," Alice said quickly, her voice straining higher with each word. She grabbed Jasper's hand and began pulling him toward the back door. "I'll see better away from Elson, too. I need to go. I need to really concentrate. I need to see everything I can. I have to go. Come on, Jasper, there's no time to waste!"
We all could hear Honeymaren on the stairs. Alice yanked, impatient, on Jasper's hand. zhs followed quickly, confusion in her eyes just like Anna's. They darted out the door into the silver night.
"Hurry!" she called back to us. "You have to find them all!"
"Find what?" Honeymaren asked, shutting the front door behind himself. "Where'd Alice go?"
No one answered; we all just stared.
Honeymaren shook the wet from his hair and pulled his arms through the sleeves of her t-shirt, her eyes on Eleazar. "Hey, Elsa! I thought you guys would've gone home by now_"
she looked up to me finally, blinked, and then stared. I watched her expression as the room's atmosphere finally touched him. she glanced down, eyes wide, at the wet spot on the floor, the scattered roses, the fragments of crystal. Her fingers quivered.
"What?" she asked flatly. "What happened?"
I couldn't think where to begin. No one else found the words, either.
Honeymaren crossed the room in three long strides and dropped to her knees beside Eleazar and me. I could feel the heat shaking off her body as tremors rolled down her arms to her shaking hands.
"Is he okay?" she demanded, touching his forehead, tilting her head as she listened to his heart. "Don't mess with me, Elsa, please!"
"Nothing's wrong with Eleazar," I choked out, the words breaking in strange places.
"Then who?"
"All of us, Honeymaren's," I whispered. And it was there in my voice, too - the sound of the inside of a grave. "It's over. We've all been sentenced to die.