Friday 29th October

Sigmund Makvala was a busy man with jobs to do, and he did not appreciate Jimmy Dunstan insisting on seeing him at three in the afternoon without any forewarning.

"What do you want, Dunstan?" Sigmund asked.

"I have finally found out what the Cullens are and I have evidence."

At that news, Sigmund sat up straighter, intrigued. He pushed his glasses up his nose, and peered at the man who stood before him.

"I'm listening."

Dunstan proceeded to tell Sigmund everything he'd found out about the Cullens- from the fact they're vampires to what they hunted. Sigmund stayed silent throughout, drinking in every word, thirstily.

"And your evidence?" he asked, once Dunstan had finished.

"I have a video tape here. I had my comrades placing cameras and audio recorders around their houses and in forests rich with wildlife, in case any of them went to hunt there."

Sigmund took the video tape and slotted it into his computer. It captured two Cullens- Emmett and Rosalie, he thought- hunting. His eyes widened to the size of saucers when he saw the large male vampire pounce on a deer and bite into it's neck. Once the tape finished, Sigmund replaced it with the audio tape, listening carefully. He heard the Cullens making small talk, discussing what was happening in their lives. Just as he was about to take the tape out, he heard something that piqued his interest. The discussion had moved onto other matters. Vampire matters.

"This is good," Sigmund said, appreciatively. "Very good. But what exactly would you like me to do?"

"Alistair Gethin already has his best men working on weapons that can be used against vampires." Sigmund was surprised Alistair had not contacted him with that information, but opted not to question it. "I would like you to release this video tape. Make sure the word spreads fast. I want everyone to know what the Cullens are."

Sigmund eyed Dunstan thoughtfully, folding his hands and placing them on the desk.

"What's in it for me? Why is Alistair doing this? He kept his weapons company hushed for a reason."

Dunstan's face betrayed the surprise he felt. "You'd be ridding the world of killers, hunters, murderers!"

"Dunstan, you should know that I never do anything for other people out of the goodness of my heart."

"And you should know why Alistair is doing this," Dunstan countered.

"I have my suspicions."

"And what are they?"

"The violence. The thought of harming, killing… it thrills him. To destroy the indestructible is a dream he never thought he could fulfil."

"That is correct."

"Ah yes, well you see Dunstan, I am not like Alistair in the sense that I do not relish in the thought of murder. I prefer not to get my hands dirty, or taint the name I fought so hard to make for myself. And I certainly shall not begin doing a criminal's dirty work. Therefore, I shall not be helping you. Why do you want the world to know, anyway?"

Dunstan remained silent.

"Fame?" Sigmund asked.

There was a slight flicker in Dunstan's eyes, but no other indication that Sigmund guessed right.

"Ah yes. You always were especially proud of your achievements. You want the entire world to know it was you who discovered the Cullens. Well, I'm afraid Dunstan, that you're on your own."

Dunstan nodded, stiffly. "Thank you, Sigmund… for nothing."

As Dunstan left his office, Sigmund leaned back in his chair, thoughtfully staring at the video still playing on his computer screen. No, he would not get involved with Dunstan. He would not get his hands dirty for scum like him. However, he knew a certain police officer who would be very interested in what he now knew.

But for now, he would not say a word about this. Not unless the Cullens were proved truly dangerous. So far, they seemed like vampires desperately trying to have a normal, somewhat human life. They fed from animals, not humans. To Sigmund, they appeared, in a way… harmless.


Weapons were being made in masses, with Alistair Gethin watching over the procedures. He agreed to have these weapons made, in return for being part of the vampire attack team. There were six people in total on each of the four attack teams, and each was to have at bare minimum, a flame thrower. Alistair also had special bullet made- something he'd been working on for a few years now. Since normal bullets wouldn't work on a vampire, he had created ones that burst into flames upon contact. They were highly dangerous, delicate, and needed to be handled with care, but Dunstan was sure to be pleased with them.

Alistair was sat in his office, looking through files about the weapons being made, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Dunstan walked in and shut the door behind him. "Alistair," he said. "How are the weapons coming along?"

"All twenty-four flamethrowers you requested have been made, plus a few extra, and there are gas masks ready as a precaution. Unfortunately, we have been limited to only two weapons, as I have finally made a breakthrough with, exploding bullets, and focused on manufacturing them."

Dunstan frowned. "I thought exploding bullets don't exist."

"Ah, they don't. These aren't truly exploding bullets. But I took the idea from the Devastator Bullets, and created ones that burst into flames upon contact. There are many risks and many cautions to be taken, but handled correctly, they are safe. I hope that is satisfactory," Alistair explained.

"I see. Yes, that will be enough, I'm sure. Quite satisfactory, and I must say, I am rather impressed," Dunstan said. "May I see these weapons?"

"Of course," Alistair said. "Please, follow me."

Alistair led Dunstan out of his office and into the testing area. Men and women were holding various weapons, aiming at targets.

"You see there? Those are our flamethrowers," Alistair said, pointing to some people at the far end of the room. Dunstan could see clearly, the bright hot flames lighting up the room. "And closer to us, there, are the exploding bullets."

"How long would it take to train our teams to use these weapons safely?" Dunstan inquired.

"Well, it all depends. Have they been trained for any sort of combat before?"

"Of course they have. I wouldn't recruit amateurs!" Dunstan retorted, insulted.

"Of course," Alistair said. "Well then, I'd say it would take the majority of them maybe three weeks at minimum. The flamethrowers would be fairly easy for them to get the hang of using, but the bullets take more care, training, and expertise. Why? When do you plan to stage this attack?"

"As soon as possible," Dunstan answered. "To tell the truth, I had hoped it would be in two weeks at most, but a few extra days won't hurt."

"Perfect! Send your men here and I shall have them trained to safely use our weapons. Do you have back up if any are to perish here?"

Dunstan raised an eyebrow. "Is it likely they will perish?"

"Not at all," Alistair said. "I assure you, we will take necessary precautions to ensure the safety of your men while they train. But in the off chance that one is injured or killed…"

"I shall send thirty of my recruits," Dunstan said.

"Then it is settled!" Alistair cried, pleased. "When will they arrive? Tomorrow?"

Dunstan thought for a moment. "Sunday," he decided. "I'll give them a day to fly in from wherever they are. I want them trained within three weeks on Sunday- by the twenty-first of November."

"I make no promises but I shall certainly do my best."


Sunday 21st November

Three weeks later, things were looking promising. Unfortunately, two of Dunstan's men had been killed during training. But the majority had got the hang of handling the exploding bullets. Dunstan had been in contact with a drug dealer- Mark Ciardha- and received anabolic steroids for his men to take the previous week; their strength would be nothing compared to that of vampires, but Dunstan would take anything he could get. It was the final day of training, and they were ready.

That evening, Dunstan gathered his four teams together.

"Alright. We leave tomorrow. All we know from Sarah, is that she and Edward are in Anchorage. We shall kill him first. Since the family is split up, I think it's safe to say they won't come to his aid, if they found out anyway, which is highly unlikely. After we have killed Edward, we attack the other Cullens. However, we leave the werewolf," Dunstan instructed. "Is that clear?"

There were nods and murmurs of agreement.

Satisfied, Dunstan continued. "You shall all have your weapons given to you when we arrive in anchorage. They have already been flown into Canada on a private plane, and they'll be transported to Anchorage for tomorrow. We don't know how these vampires will retaliate to this attack, but they are against drinking from humans, and therefore, most likely against killing them."


Bella carried two plates of lasagne out into Emmett and Rosalie's dining room, placing them in front of Jacob and Renesmee.

"Thanks, Mum," Renesmee said, picking up a fork and stabbing her dinner.

"Why are you stabbing it?" Jacob asked, perplexed.

"I'm pretending it's Sarah," Renesmee replied, shoving a bit into her mouth and chewing, viciously.

Alice raised her eyebrows, before her eyes glazed over and she unconsciously leaned back against the wall, where she was stood.

Ice. Snow. A huge house. Men wearing thick boots. They all looked much like Jacob and Emmett: tall and muscular. Each carried a flamethrower and some, a gun. There were six. Front another side of the house was another six. And from the other two sides, groups of six trudged through the ice, surrounding the house.

Edward opened the door, and in an instant, a flurry of bullets soared towards him, exploding upon impact, bursting into flames. Flamethrowers shot streams of fire towards him, consuming him as he fell, burning. Sarah peered from the doorway of the house, taking a look at Edward, before nodding to the others. They stormed the house.

"Alice?" Jasper asked, standing by her side, concerned.

Alice looked around at all the worried faces, watching her.

"It's Edward!" she gasped. "They're going to attack him!"

Bella's eyes widened, and the grasped onto Jacob's chair to steady herself. "Attack him?"

"Yes," Alice said. "Men with weapons. They're going to Anchorage to kill Edward."

"Did you catch the date, Alice?" Carlisle asked.

Alice shook her head. "No, but it looked like it was the afternoon."

Jasper frowned. "It can't be tomorrow. If you only just got his vision, it must mean it was only just decided that they would attack Edward," he said. "So they'll leave either today or tomorrow, and if Sarah hasn't given them an address, it will probably take them a few days to get there. How many men were there?"

"Four groups of six. Twenty-four," Alice said. "And they seemed to know exactly where they were going."

Carlisle sighed. "The best we can do if fly there as soon as possible, and hope they haven't attacked yet. Emmett?"

Emmett nodded and ran upstairs. He came down fifteen minutes later.

"Booked nine seats for the next flight from Heathrow to London International in Canada. It leaves at six am tomorrow morning."

"What are we going to do when they attack, though?" Esme asked. "They're human."

"While I don't relish the thought of killing another," Carlisle said, "I don't see any other way to survive this other than to kill them. I think it's highly unlikely these people will spread the news of us being vampires, or we will have heard about it by now."


Monday 22nd November

"On my order, we surround the place," Dunstan said into the police radio he'd stolen.

His attack team had landed in Canada that afternoon, and with Sarah's address and instructions- which had been in a second letter sent a couple of weeks ago- on how to find the place, they were nearing the Cullen home in Anchorage.

"Everyone in position," Dunstan commanded.

One by one, the groups walked forwards until the house was in sight. Each man knelt in the ice, holding their flamethrowers and guns ready.

"Nobody move. Wait for him to come out, and when he does, do not hesitate to fire."

A face appeared at a window. It was Sarah. She looked out and saw Dunstan staring back at her. Nodding, she held up two fingers and disappeared.

Two minutes later, the sound of crunching ice could be heard, as the front door opened, and Edward stood in the doorway.