Yeah, I'm not so good with telling stories within stories by summarising them, as you'll see...
Chapter 24
Having picked Carys' car up from the hotel and paid her final tab, which pained her far more than it did Carlisle, they arrived at the airport before dawn. It was a time Carys found herself hoping she soon stopped seeing quite so much of, and led her straight to thinking about coffee.
No matter how many times Carlisle suggested she eat instead, the mere thought of food sent her running. When he resorted to pointing out that she'd hardly eaten since Sunday, she'd silently added to herself that she'd hardly done so on Saturday either. Or Friday, for that matter.
She didn't think he'd take kindly to the news that the last substantial meal she could remember consisted of the two large croissants from the hotel.
They were greeted by Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Esme, the latter of whom hugged Carys just as tightly as she hugged her, and seemed just as reluctant to let her go. They only broke apart after a couple of minutes when Emmett poked them both in the sides and took his turn with Carys, enveloping her in a bear hug.
With Jasper, she held first her right hand out, then added her left, giving him the option of a handshake. He chose a brief side hug of sorts whilst he held his breath and she patted him on the back.
Carys didn't give Rosalie an option, hugging her until she gave in and squeezed her tight for a moment, turning her face away and wrinkling her nose as she did so.
"Come with me on a coffee run?" Carys asked, pulling away.
Rosalie nodded, and the pair broke from the wider group. Carys could feel the eyes of the vampires on them; their combined gaze bored into their backs until they took a right and disappeared from view.
They were standing in the long queue of travellers seeking much needed early morning caffeine hits when Rosalie spared Carys a brief glance. Making a show of reading the board, she asked, "Do you think they could ever forgive me?"
Carys, genuinely perusing the options, paused. "For telling Edward? I think Bella will... Edward too," she added when they'd taken a step forward. "You didn't do it maliciously, and I don't think any of us would have thought he'd run off without double checking with someone else - Alice, perhaps. He doesn't even like Jacob, so why he'd take half a conversation with him as gospel is..." she trailed off before she said: "ridiculous" or "bloody stupid beyond belief".
"I thought it would bring him back...," Rosalie moaned, her hair covering her expression as they stood side by side, her heels and Carys' boots making them the same height - just over six feet tall. "I had no idea he'd try to... The first thing I'm going to do is apologise, the second will be to ask their forgiveness."
"You'll have to talk to Bella to do that," Carys said, trying to lighten the mood as much as stop herself from telling Rosalie any more of her thoughts surrounding Edward's actions. Or Bella's, when it came to Charlie.
"She saved my brother," Rosalie replied softly, running her index finger under the fall of her hair, adjusting the mass. It rippled in the light when she flicked part of it back, revealing an expression bordering on heartbrokenly repentant.
"If I hadn't been so... I feel awful, Carys. Wretched would be an understatement... Venti latte," she ordered, stepping up to the desk as her veneer fell back into place and her voice hardened.
The barista nodded absentmindedly, input the order, grabbed a to-go cup, looked up, and dropped the pen. Carys bit her lips together whilst he scrabbled for it, retrieving her hand from where she'd laid it on Rosalie's arm in a comforting gesture.
Bless him, she thought, its too early.
The matter was confirmed to her when he reacted to Carys by double taking between the two. "Name?" he shakily asked, recovering. Rosalie supplied hers, and he started writing.
Carys rocked back and forth, clasping her hands behind her back, waiting for the barista to slowly, ever so carefully, swirl Rosalie's name on the cup.
Rosalie was less patient. "Do you mind?" she snapped, indicating Carys with a nod.
She earned herself a wide eyed look of judgement from Carys for her impolite comment, responded with a faintly mocking version of her own, and they only broke apart when the barista cleared his throat.
Carys nearly jumped, blushed when Rosalie smirked, and squinted up at the board, having forgotten her order.
"Could I please have... The largest americano you have..., and-sorry-" Carys added with a smile when the barista thought she was done. "-can I get that with a shot of caramel and an extra-no, two shots of espresso please?"
"And a cinnamon bun," Rosalie added just before the order was processed.
Carys glanced at her, confused, and paid, depositing the change into the tip jar. Rosalie didn't eat... Her brow cleared. She narrowed her eyes until Rosalie rolled hers and pushed her over to the next station.
"I've missed you," Carys chirped a minute later when their drinks were handed to them, having bypassed several orders ahead of theirs.
She lifted the cup and inhaled, eyelashes fluttering as they turned and made their way past a litany of disgruntled customers.
During a brief pause for Carys to add sugar to her drink, Rosalie adopted a mild expression. Glancing across from the corner of her eye, she slowly raised an eyebrow.
"Not for the queue jumping - that bit's embarrassing," Carys explained, her smile deepening, staring ahead as they navigated their way back. "Your company... You... And I know about the house as well - can't thank you enough for that one, even if Em-I digress. What I mean is, if you're not careful, I'm gonna start telling people we're almost friends."
"Don't you dare," Rosalie huffed, though the corner of her lips twitched, and for a few moments she seemed to forget the strength of her dismay.
Thrusting the wrapped cinnamon bun in Carys' direction, she was instantly rebuffed.
No matter how much she wanted to, Carys still doubted she'd be able to choke anything down just yet.
Rosalie was still trying to entice her - all but waving the paper bag under her nose - when they returned to the group, waiting now by a pillar set off to a quiet corner, as far from the metal detectors and security guards as they could manage.
Carlisle, slipping his arm around Carys' waist, took the bag from Rosalie when she and Emmett quickly grew tired of the cheerful greetings surrounding them in the airport. They left with the assurance that they weren't going far - retiring to take refuge by the cars instead.
Carys took pity on Carlisle after a few minutes. Avoiding his hopeful gaze, she took the wrapped confection from him, stuffing it into her handbag.
She then took a sip of her coffee, scanning the area to give herself something to do other than receive pointed looks from Jasper, Carlisle and Esme. The arrivals board caught her eye, confirming what Carlisle had told her - the plane had landed; Edward, Alice and Bella would be emerging soon.
Their arrival was heralded by Jasper, who strode swiftly across the floor. Alice appeared, cutting ahead to meet him.
Unlike others, their greeting was conducted in much the same way they argued. Within the ebb and flow, they stood still, staring deep into each other's eyes.
"Awww," Carys murmured, clasping her coffee to her chest.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when a sudden terror whacked her, her gaze darting around the area for the source of the threat.
The feeling of left her just as suddenly - she shuddered then crossed her arms. "Jasper," she hissed just before he, Alice, Bella and Edward reached them, "I don't think you want to try me right now."
When they came close enough, Esme swept Bella into her arms, hugging her as tightly as she could with Edward in the way. She abandoned Bella in favour of him after a few seconds, throwing her arms around his neck.
"You will never put me through that again," she growled, pulling away. Her hand twitched before it left him entirely, and Carys felt sure in the belief she'd been close to hitting him over the back of the head.
Edward grinned and said, "Sorry, Esme."
Carys cleared her mind and expression, taking a sip of her coffee - it nearly burnt her tongue, much to Jasper's amusement - to cover her dissatisfaction at Edward's blasé show of repentance. He glanced up at her, and she turned her face away.
Now was not the time.
Facing Carlisle as she now was, she just about stopped herself from leaping forward to hug him; slowly shaking his head, his expression said all it needed to - the trip would not go unpunished.
His face cleared, and he stepped forward to claim Bella's hand for a brief squeeze. "Thank you, Bella," he said, his hand dropping away, "We owe you."
"Hardly," Bella mumbled, blinking slowly, swaying heavily against Edward.
"She's dead on her feet," Esme scolded him, giving him a look that even from Carys' peripheral vision bordered on murderous. "Let's get her home."
With that, she took one of Bella's arms and helped her slightly less confident brother - or son, Carys wondered yet again, for their relationship was far more one than the other - carry her away.
Jasper and Alice began to follow them; Carys - for a brief moment - let the numbness fall.
Jasper stopped dead, turned to face her, and stared in uncomfortable silence until she'd attracted Carlisle and Alice's attention as well. She closed her eyes on a deep breath, concentrating on happier thoughts.
Then, with a light hum, she accepted Carlisle's hand and focused on her coffee. They cut ahead of the other couple, heading for the parking garage.
The group reached the cars - under cover of artificial light - just in time to see Emmett, Rosalie, Edward and Bella getting into a black sedan. Esme waved them off, facing the oncoming group when the car pulled away.
Carys hoped Rosalie's apology went well; it was needed. Whether Edward's reaction was plucked straight from the pages of a dramatic tragedy, Rosalie's call was, after all, the catalyst. She should be forgiven, but the question was when.
Dropping Carlisle's hand to retrieve her keys from her back pocket, Carys jangled them and said, "I'll drive ahead; meet you back at the house."
Carlisle gripped her hand, keys and all. "I'll drive-yes, Carys," he insisted when she opened her mouth to protest, "you're surviving on fumes and coffee. I'm not risking-"
"I can drive, I'll be fine," Carys complained, huffing and throwing her hands up when Carlisle snatched her keys, dropped a kiss to Alice's hair, blurred his lips, and then swept an arm around her waist, urging her on ahead.
She dug her heels in and he paused, ready to round on her until she quickly explained her reasoning, that, "My car doesn't have tinted windows, and the sun's up now. You really wanna risk it?"
His face tightened into an uncharacteristically sour expression, and he glanced past Carys' head.
"There'll be cloud cover in around half an hour," Alice piped up after a brief pause, sounding apologetic. "Before that, she's right, there's too much of a risk. Carys? You're fine to drive, but you really should eat something."
Less than half an hour later, most of her coffee consumed, Carys had to accept Carlisle had been right about her driving the entire way back. She felt god-awful and getting worse by the minute.
At least with the way they'd worked it out, she had the chance to save face; she didn't have to pull over and ask him to take over the wheel, admitting it wasn't a good idea. He, instead, thought she was merely following their agreement to the letter.
When they finally returned to the house, Edward was, predictably, missing.
"I thought I'd give them a little time together before I mete out his punishment," Carlisle explained. "It'll give us a chance to hear what's been said."
Emmett, a tad gleefully, admitted, "I cannot wait." Turning to Carys, he asked, "I presume Carlisle's told you about his inventive punishments?"
Carys' eyes rounded, her cheeks grew hot, and she squeaked. Emmett, realising where her mind went, made a show of gagging before grinning and shoving at Carlisle's shoulder, teasing him until stern glares - delivered by a faintly amused Rosalie and distinctly unamused Carlisle - stopped him.
Carys took the time to recover herself, but it was with embarrassment that she let her hair fall across her face and body, shielding her when she answered:
"Yes... Uh, yeah, he's told me. Got to say I'm glad you guys haven't been to any funerals since I've known you."
"Yes, well," Esme said, "we're all doing a lot better than we have in the past."
"There hasn't been an accident for ages," Alice cheerfully agreed, a little too happy that the conversation had taken a detour from the trip to Volterra.
Carlisle took note and all but herded them all to the dining table. As this was going to be less of a formal family discussion and more of a grilling of Alice, they forwent their usual seating arrangements.
Rosalie sat on the table itself, her palms flat behind her to prop her up, one leg dangling, the other slung across Emmett's lap; Emmett half reclined in his chair before changing his mind and using Rosalie's thigh as a cushion for his cheek; Alice sat herself cross legged on Jasper's lap, using him as a rather ineffectual throne of sorts; Jasper, in turn, wrapped his arms around her waist and looked her hair over - choosing a spot, he blew at it until she giggled.
Esme sat gracefully in her usual seat, her hands folded in her lap, her toe tapping in time to the fast tempo of whichever song she was playing in the back of her mind. It sounded a little like Apache by the Sugarhill Gang.
Carlisle stretched his long legs out under the table, one arm slung over the back of Carys' chair; and Carys, finally, crossed her ankles, tucked them back under her chair, dropped her elbows to the table, and propped her head up on her palms, playing with one of her diamond and pearl earrings.
"So, how was your holiday?" Emmett sang, drawing begrudging chuckles and laughter from the family, giving them all a relief from the tension that had grown. "How was Aro? Caius? Good old Marcus is still hanging on, is he?"
Esme, struggling the worst of all of them, complained, "Emmett, stop, this is serious."
"I know. She doesn't even look like she took pictures," Emmett sighed with a roll of his eyes, smirking throughout. "Where's the slide show, Alice?"
"Sorry, Emmett," Alice joined in, her high voice tinkling as she grinned, "I seem to have forgotten that part. I'm afraid you'll have to suffer through a blow-by-blow account-stop, Jasper," she whined, ducking and weaving while he shared a conspiratorial grin with Rosalie between puffs of air.
"That's the worst kind," Emmett grumbled, meeting Carys' eye. "It's like a slide show you can't tune out of."
Carys spluttered on a laugh, and when she recovered, it was as if something shifted in the air - they all sobered again with immediate effect.
"Alice, I think it's time," Carlisle told her when she'd hesitated for a few seconds too long.
Hugging Jasper's arms more securely around her waist, she sighed, "I know...," before launching into her story.
Alice was efficient with her words, sharing the bare bones of the story, and they listened in general silence.
She started from the beginning, when Jacob believed he was talking to Carlisle, confused as to why he was being asked where Carys and Charlie were. They'd argued - Bella and Jacob - when she'd decided to go to Volterra, knowing the risks.
On the way, Alice and Bella discussed Edward and the Volturi - the implications of his actions, the make up of the coven, the laws which, a surprise to them all, Bella seemed not to know - even the most obvious, that humans weren't supposed to know about vampires.
Bella wanted to be changed - preferably as soon as possible - she had suggested doing so on the plane, which Alice had shut down for reasons so clear that not one of her listeners had made it through without, at the very least, raising their eyebrows.
Carys met Rosalie's eye - the two of them shared a look before dropping wide eyed stares to the table. She then repeated the action with Esme, allowing a faint, high pitched whine to slip through.
Alice paused, allowing them all their reactions, before she went on, telling them that she had promised Bella she would help when the time came.
Bella, running through Volterra, had tackled Edward just as he stepped out into the sunshine, saving his life and drawing him into the shade of the building. Jane - one of the most valued members of the Guard, able to create an illusion of excruciating pain in her victims - had brought the trio to the leaders.
Gathered for a feed (Carys shuddered at this part, and Carlisle rubbed her back), much of the Guard was waiting for them.
Caius was adamant they paid for their crimes - for telling a human, one they didn't plan to change - by killing Bella at the very least. Aro seemed inclined to mercy because of Carlisle. He offered them all a place with the Guard, and, when they refused, hoped letting them go might lead them to join in the future.
Aro's interest in Bella's natural power - which held strong, protecting her not simply from Edward, but from Aro's and Jane's abilities respectively - was matched only by Marcus' surprise at the strength of her connection to Edward.
And then they came to the crux - the part of the tale which, now they were back in Forks and safe for the moment, became the most important.
Alice hesitated anew.
"How long do I have?" Carys worried aloud, having become impatient for the news as the story ran on. "Five years? Four? Until tomorrow? I need to know." Carlisle hugged her tighter while Alice avoided her gaze, and she pressed her hands to her mouth. "Alice, please. I have got some time, haven't I?"
Alice spoke slowly. "I had to show him, to agree we would change you both, or they would have killed Bella and sent us home with Jane, Demetri and Felix in tow at the very least..."
"I think we all expected that would be the case," Carlisle said when she paused again, "but how long? Do we know?"
Alice stared at the table. "I can't be sure, exactly."
"What did they say?"
Staring out of the window opposite, she recalled:
"Aro said he looked forward to another visit, and to hosting you both - he's excited at the prospect of seeing you again, Carlisle, and he wants to meet Carys. Marcus does as well.
"But Caius said: "And we will visit you as well, to be sure that you follow through on your side. Were I you, I would not delay too long. We do not offer second chances".
"Edward thinks we can push it back, draw out the process, but I don't see... It's wavering," she appealed, her golden eyes large and shining. "Nothing is set... But I doubt their patience will last so long as a year."
Carys rose from her seat, ignored the voices calling to her as she crossed the large open plan room, and headed silently up the stairs for the bedroom she shared with Carlisle. Crossing that, too, she calmly entered the bathroom, locked the door behind her, sank to the floor, and screamed.
Much, much later when she finally emerged, towels wrapped around her torso and hair, Carlisle was waiting for her, sitting at the foot of the bed. He raised his head when she stepped out, and she favoured him with a warm grin, surprising him.
"Carys?" he asked hesitantly.
Carys headed for her vanity, pausing just long enough to kiss him and side step his embrace. "I'm thinking a pyjama movie day," she said, meeting his eye in the mirror as she sat down and checked her face, grabbing her makeup bag as she did so. "Is everyone getting their stuff together still? Or d'you think...?"
She trailed off, sweeping blusher over pale cheeks. The question hung in the air between them. If Carlisle answered, it was far too quiet and quick to be heard at human range.
Carys finished her makeup, not quite thinking about how unneeded it was, got dressed in a pair of thick pyjamas, and had gathered a large blanket by the time he reacted on a level she could register.
"Carys...," he said slowly, carefully approaching her as if he thought her mood might change at any moment. "The soundproofing, it... Only does so much."
She turned to fix him with a mildly horrified stare. "Oh god," she drawled, "does that mean you could all hear me in the shower?"
"No..., no... Carys, I don't quite... We heard your reaction. Jasper felt it."
"Oh! Yeah, no." Carys dismissed the comment with a wave of her hand, adjusting her towel turban. "I let it all out; I'm fine now. Are you guys okay?"
Carlisle approached her. "The absence of feeling isn't fine," he said, ignoring her question.
Admittedly, it had been tacked on the end as an afterthought, and she hadn't thought to inject any additional concern.
Carys shrugged. "Then I'll ask Jasper to give me a bit o' the old-" she broke off, miming, as closely as she could, the jump start of a car.
Jasper's powers worked on a deeper, physical level, rather than illusion. He could gift her a warm feeling if she asked - it wouldn't be manufactured, it would become her entirely own.
"Carys...," Carlisle attempted again.
"Carlisle," she sighed. "I don't know what you want me to say, but this is the way my mind's reacting. Right now, I don't feel anything. In five hours, I might be fine still, or I might not be. I don't know... What I do know, is - unless we've suddenly got a TV up here, or no one wants me down there, I'm going to watch a film. Do they?"
"Pardon?"
"Not want me down there?"
"Of course they do, Carys, but-"
Carys stopped him with a kiss. "See you downstairs," she said, patting his chest.
Curled up on the sofa, she spent the rest of the day staring at the screen and dozing on and off. Sometimes she felt guilty that she hadn't asked Carlisle how he felt about the loss of time, but then her grief took over and she decided she would ask when she could speak without wanting to cry.
After the first few attempts, the family seemed to give up trying to talk to her. Instead, when they took breaks from setting up the house, they brought her food which remained uneaten, sat with her for a while, or asked Carlisle or Jasper - who each maintained a constant vigil close by - if they'd managed to break through her numbness.
They all understood, she realised, how she felt. The only difference was that she was reacting to the loss of time, the shortening of her life, and their mourning followed a transformation none of them saw coming.
Around eleven at night, Carlisle suggested again that he take her to bed. She responded by flashing him a grin, deliberately misconstruing his words, and changing the channel.
Carlisle, as he had many times throughout the day whenever he gained her attention, tried to get her to eat something.
This time, she accepted a bacon sandwich, making liberal use of the HP sauce Emmett and Rosalie brought back with them from a trip to Scotland. She savoured it, making a mental note to have the two bottles they'd bought her finished in the time she had left.
Around one in the morning, she was thinking about making a move upstairs so that she was rested for work, when Bella and Edward made a sudden - and for Carys, entirely unforeseen as she couldn't hear them coming - arrival.
She covered her eyes as Edward flicked on the lights, startling her. She hadn't realised she'd only been lit by lamps and the television. It must have been Carlisle's attempt to lull her to sleep. It had been working.
"Carlisle? Carys? Esme? Rosalie? Emmett? Jasper? Alice?" Edward said.
It was only because Carys was within ear shot that she heard the names. He made no effort to raise his voice, and she supposed he didn't really have a need to.
Carlisle disappeared from the sofa, and Carys swung her feet round, battling a wave of hot and cold as she stood while he greeted Bella. She surprised herself that she felt faintly embarrassed by her clothing. It was one thing to wear her pyjamas all day, yet another for Bella to see her in them.
"What can we do for you this morning?" Carys heard Carlisle ask. "I imagine, due to the hour, this isn't only a social call?"
Bella nodded. "I'd like to talk to everyone at once, if that's okay. About something important," she said, staring up at Edward.
"Of course," Carlisle said, looking at his son in much the same way. "Why don't we talk in the other room?"
Bella followed after Carlisle and paused, noticing Carys when she turned. "Hi Carys," she said, nodding her head.
Carys, battling the sudden and near overwhelming urge to reintroduce Edward to the lamp closest to her, preferably by smashing it over his head, nodded and allowed Carlisle to wrap his arm around her waist, guiding her with him.
He turned on more lights as he went, and his arm tightened when Carys' eyes closed and she squinted through the continued assault of bright lights in the spacious white room, made worse for the addition of the chandelier above the dining table.
Drawing her seat out for her, he waited for Carys to sit before moving on.
Bella's suprise at the venue was written across her face.
Thinking back, Carys couldn't remember a time it had been used when Bella was there, but then again she hadn't spent a fraction of the time at the house Carys had over the past year and a bit.
Bella sat down in the seat Carlisle drew for her at the head of the table, and he retreated to sit beside Carys, taking her hand in his under the table as the rest of the family joined them, taking their long held places.
Esme sat to Carys' right; Carlisle sat to her left just round the table from Bella; Edward sat opposite Carlisle; Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett completed the group in that order from Edward, circling around the table so that Emmett and Esme sat beside one another.
They all looked to Bella with various expressions ranging from curiosity and concern to outright excitement in Alice's case. Even Rosalie was smiling a little nervously.
Carys opted for calm, having met Jasper's eye just long enough that he knew she was finally willing to receive his help. She smiled tiredly at him and he nodded back, accepting the mute thanks.
When they were all settled, Carlisle looked to Bella and announced, "The floor is yours."
Bella swallowed, Edward shifted and glared at them all, and Carys took a slow deep breath. Ceding the floor meant Bella got to talk until she either gave it on to someone else, or said something that caused an uncontrollable outburst.
"Well," Bella began hesitantly. "I'm hoping Alice has already told you everything that happened in Volterra?"
No shit, Sherlock.
Edward turned his glare on Carys and she met it head on, all but militantly.
"Everything," Alice assured Bella, her grin still firmly fixed in place.
"And on the way there?" Bella asked.
Alice nodded. "That, too," she confirmed.
"Good," Bella sighed. "Then we're all on the same page... So, I have a problem... Alice promised the Volturi that Carys and I would be changed. They're going to send someone to check, and I'm sure that's a bad thing — something to avoid."
Carys held her physical tongue, but couldn't stop her mental one. You're Captain "fucking" Obvious today, aren't you? she thought, looking away when Edward's grimacing gaze snapped to her once again.
"And so now," Bella went on, oblivious, "this involves you all. I'm sorry about that." She looked at each one of them in turn, moving on quickly from some and lingering on others, as she did with Edward. "Now, I know Carys is part of your family so she'll be changed, but, if you don't want me," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear, "then I'm not going to force myself on you, whether Alice is willing or not."
Carys' blood, near boiling point already, simmered over when Esme opened her mouth to speak and Bella held up a single finger to stop her.
"Please, let me finish. You all know what I want. And I'm sure you know what Edward thinks, too. I think the only fair way to decide is for everyone to have a vote. If you decide you don't want me, then... I guess I'll go back to Italy alone. I can't have them coming here."
"Oh, fuck off you're going to Italy!" Carys snapped under her breath, jumping when every pair of eyes but Bella's darted in her direction and she realised she'd protested the idea out loud. "Sorry..," she murmured.
She was sure it was visible to all, not simply Jasper and Edward, how she thrummed with barely concealed rage.
Bella opened and closed her mouth a few times while Carys all but shrugged off Carlisle's attempt to draw her closer to him, patting his knee and staying exactly where she was.
"Taking into account, then," Bella attempted again, keeping a wary eye on Carys and stuttering a little as she did so, "that I won't put any of you in danger either way, I want you to vote yes or no on the issue of me becoming a vampire."
She half-smiled as if about to begin the vote, and Edward, Carlisle and Carys interrupted at the same time, their voices blending into one.
"Just a minute."
"Absolutely not."
"There is no need for a vote."
A/N: Alice legitimately had to remind Bella about the obvious law about humans because Bella argued she didn't know any of them... Just gonna... And the bit about asking Alice to change her on the plane? Also happened... All that section happened... I don't wanna say it, but damn, Bella...
Also, I think it's fair to say Carys is not okay...
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