As I mentioned last chapter, I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to update as often as I have for a while - I'm aiming for as much as possible, but it may well be once a week at times. I don't want to say I'm only going to update once a week, but if you'd all prefer it to be more specific, I can update on Saturdays? Otherwise I'm kind of enjoying posting when I write the new chapters - usually every couple of days, a week at most.

I ran face-first into a roadblock named Jasper writing this - and not in a good way. There's actually a whole bunch of his words and actions currently sitting on the cutting room floor (the doc I leave all such bits in).

Eclipse, Chapter 10

There was a definite benefit to the weekend. And, Carys supposed, now that she had finished work, any day when she or Carlisle might wish to begin their day in such a pleasurable manner as they just had. There was no risk that she'd be too tired for anything now. As Carlisle had whispered in the early morning light, she could always take a nap if she needed one... Later...

Carys stretched, her body seeking a different sort of release to the one they'd slowly, gently found in each other twice that morning. And all while it was still early by weekend accounts.

Rolling onto her side, she smiled languidly and burrowed down into the covers. He was absolutely insatiable sometimes. Of course, the first time that morning had been her fault more than his. She'd woken with a pressing need that he'd been all too happy to assist her with - once she'd checked and found her spotting had been just that. Luckily, there wasn't so much as a hint of it come morning. The same had been true for the cramps.

Carlisle chuckled quietly, drawing her back against his chest. When his lips found her neck and his hands began to wander yet again, she made half-hearted, increasingly breathless complaints that they had a guest and should be thinking about getting up.

"I thought you said you wanted to spend the morning in bed," he reminded her, seductively whispering the words into her ear.

Carys gasped as his clever fingers found their mark. "I did, didn't I?" she recalled.

Carlisle nodded, smiling against her skin.


Emmett was grinning up at them as they made their way down to the living room a couple of hours later. Rosalie, sitting beside her husband on the sofa with the best view of the stairs, kept her eyes on her magazine, but couldn't help the knowing smirk that lifted her lips.

She coughed lightly, pressed her lips together, and then finally glanced up at them. "Good morning?" she sang.

Emmett gave himself over to an impressed boom of laughter.

Carys turned around and made it two steps up before Carlisle wrapped an arm around her waist and carried her down the rest of the flight. He deposited her - blushing with embarrassment - onto the sofa opposite the pair and left her with a kiss to her forehead.

The sound of the kettle boiling in the kitchen coincided with Rosalie lowering her magazine in favour of meeting Carys' eye dead on.

"It'll only get worse when you're changed," Emmett smugly observed before either had a chance to speak. "Alice and Jasper weren't with us, but I have it on good authority they were just as bad as we were."

Carys drew her legs up onto her seat and hugged them to her chest. She wasn't as sure as Emmett about that. Rosalie and he had almost given Esme a new house to restore at one point. This was Carlisle. Even if he had been suspiciously attentive following her trip with Esme to London, she doubted they'd be destroying furniture. Unless it was her who did so.

"Another good reason to put it off, I'd say."

Rosalie - whose lip had curled into a sneer at her husband's words - smiled gently and adjusted her thick ponytail. It was curled to perfection, one long glossy roll with not a hair out of place. As usual.

The fifties and sixties were two of Rosalie's favourite decades for hair and accessories. She was still in mourning for driving headscarves and everyday neckerchiefs - one of which protected her hair from the elements, the other of which showed her swanlike neck to perfection.

She'd modelled both for Carys in the past. She was right. It was a crime they fell out of fashion, and not simply as it was one of the things Rosalie, Alice and Esme were in complete agreement about.

"Do you have plans for the day?" Rosalie asked lightly, turning another page, "or are you simply... Refuelling...?"

Emmett stared at Rosalie as if he'd just seen her for the first time, and she'd winked at him. His gaze flickered between them, his lips parted. He seemed unable to work out what to say, other than to whisper:

"I love you, Rose."

Carys glared. "I thought we were friends," she all but demanded.

Rosalie's eyebrows lifted. "Are we?" Her tone was banality itself. "I thought you were my stepmother."

Carys' glare intensified. Rosalie chuckled, shook her head, and returned to her magazine.

Tipping her head to the side, Carys smacked her lips and made a face. "You might want to remember - Carlisle was a more than active participant."

Her words had the desired effect on them both. Emmett made a face of disgust while Rosalie stilled for a moment, then shuddered lightly. Carys grinned, sinking back against the cushions.

Carlisle returned with two steaming cups of coffee, clearly pretending not to have heard the conversation as he handed Carys one and sank down beside her. Stroking her shoulders with his free hand, he crossed one leg over the other and asked:

"Is everyone up to date on the Seattle situation?"

Rosalie and Emmett nodded, the former of whom had lifted her magazine to shield the lower half of her face. If Carys wasn't mistaken, she was hiding yet another smirk.

Carys turned her cup, warming her hands against it. "I'm not," she reminded them all.

"Yeah, well, you were-"

"Emmett." Carlisle shook his head at his son then gazed softly down at Carys. "The newborns... They're out of control, sweeting. On the verge of what even vampires would call a rampage. The time will soon come that we may have no choice but to intervene."

"But you hope it won't come to that?"

He nodded. "I do. Though I doubt there's much hope at this stage. We know the names of the two - Riley and Richard - but in your photographs, Riley was in utter control of those newborns. He was commanding, punishing them for their indiscretion."

The meaning was clear to Carys. If Riley was punishing the newborns for having killed conspicuously yet again, it would suggest he was holding them at bay. For whatever reason, that was no longer the case.

"Could he be dead?" she asked.

"It's possible," Carlisle agreed, "but doubtful. The newborns were scared of him. He might not have the physical power they do anymore, but he had the discipline. And you say Richard appeared to be listening to him when you first saw them. All evidence would suggest he's alive."

"Then he might have left?"

"For what reason? Not for this long... They were out of hand with him at the helm, but he corralled them somewhat. Now it seems-"

"He's let them loose."

Carlisle nodded again.

"Do we know how many there could be now?" Carys queried, her lips twisting as she slowly shook her head, lifting both her spare hand and the one holding her cup.

"Garrett estimated there were four that night. With newborns, it's hard to tell..." Carlisle sucked in a breath and drummed his fingers lightly against Carys' shoulder as he thought. "With the insatiable thirst... I wouldn't be surprised if one newborn was behind this all. To know there are more... Their numbers could have grown, or they could simply have maintained them by adding more whenever they've lost one. They draw too much attention to themselves regardless - the Volturi will hear of this. If they haven't already..."

Emmett sat forward, grinning from ear to ear. "Looks like we're going to have to intervene then," he gleefully observed, over Rosalie's angry hiss. "I doubt four or five newborns will-" he broke off to pull his phone from his pocket, answering it simply, "Edward."

Carlisle suddenly stopped stroking Carys' back and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees after he'd placed his cup on the coffee table. Emmett spoke so quickly his lips blurred. Rosalie dropped her magazine to the table. Jasper, Alice and Esme appeared in an instant, their attention focused on the call.

Carys watched them. Alarmed, she waited for Emmett to finish, unwilling to attempt to take any of their attention just yet. She knew if she tried to they would simply ask her to wait.

Her heart leapt as her mind whirled. Alice had driven Bella home, and Edward had 'returned from his trip' shortly thereafter; Carlisle had told her when the two vampires had switched places and Alice returned home. Had something happened in town? Was Bella alright? Was someone else hurt?

It took all of her strength to wait.

Emmett snapped his phone shut, looked at Jasper, and they both vanished. Wringing her hands, Rosalie darted for the wall of windows to watch them.

"What's going on?" Carys asked, staring up at them all as Carlisle stood. "What's happened?"

Carlisle, distracted, ran a hand through his hair as he answered. "Edward caught the scent of a vampire in Bella's bedroom." His words were clipped, efficient, on the verge of unintelligible as he spoke so quickly, yet gentle all the while. "Charlie is unharmed. Edward's bringing Bella back now. Articles of her clothing are missing; Emmett and Jasper are going to pick up the scent."

He didn't say "that's all we know" as such, but as he paced away it was obvious the words were left unspoken.

The room froze around Carys. She looked about and everyone else held themselves statue still, staring in different directions, wearing matching expressions of stress and worry.

It was so quiet she could hear her heart pounding against her ribs, as uncomfortably loud as her stuttered breaths. The initial relief Carlisle's words had brought her had left all too quickly.

Questions whirled through her mind. Someone had been in Bella's house. Who? For what purpose? Why had Charlie been spared? How had he been spared? They'd taken clothing? For the scent?

Her mind made the obvious leap to the vampires in Seattle, but she tamped down the unsettling thought for now. Just because Carlisle hadn't told her who had been in Bella's room didn't mean that Edward didn't know the answer.

The obvious question would be whether they had the control to leave someone behind. They had with her. But, she reminded herself, there were two far more attention-grabbing humans behind, and Garrett caught her in time.

Riley then? Or one of the older vampires who possibly had more control?

Carys clutched her coffee as if it were a lifeline, dropping one foot to the ground, thinking it all through. It seemed as if an age had passed before Edward and Bella finally appeared, walking quickly up the steps to the house.

"What happened?" Edward demanded as soon as they entered. Hands curled into fists at his sides, a deep glare contorting his features, he radiated anger - and he was focusing it all on Alice.

"I have no idea," Alice answered. Arms crossed, she stared up at him from behind the sofa on which Carys sat, unmoving save for her lips. There may have been more than a foot difference in their heights, but she held her own as always. "I didn't see anything."

"How is that possible?" he hissed.

"Edward," Bella quietly reproved.

Carlisle spoke calmly, his tone so at odds with his son's it was enough to make Carys start and recall the room at large. "It's not an exact science, Edward."

Edward ignored him. "He was in her room, Alice. He could have still been there - waiting for her."

"I would have seen that," she argued.

Edward emitted an exasperated sound as he threw his hands up. "Really? You're sure?"

"You've already got me watching the Volturi's decisions," Alice coldly replied, "watching for Victoria's return or disappearance, watching Bella's every step, doing the same for Carys - as much as I can when she keeps masking her future."

Carys' light frown deepened at that - she hadn't been doing anything of the sort. Perhaps Alice was overloaded already. That did seem too much for one person to handle - regardless of their vampiric status.

"You want to add another?" Alice went on in the same tone, "Do I just have to watch Charlie, or Bella's room, or the house, or the whole street? What about Carys' house when she's here? That too? Edward, if I try to do too much, things are going to start slipping through the cracks."

"It looks like they already are," Edward angrily snapped.

"She was never in any danger. There was nothing to see."

"If you're watching Italy, why didn't you see them send-"

"I don't think it's them," Alice insisted as she thawed a little. "I would have seen that."

"Alice is right. It makes no sense," Carlisle added thoughtfully. Carys was almost sure they had heard him, but - much as they had before - Edward and Alice ignored all but each other.

Carys had to admit, hoping Edward wasn't listening, all she really knew of the Volturi was second hand.

Part of her - a deep, hidden part - almost wanted to meet a member. It often felt as if the rest of the family, Bella included, were in a club she didn't quite have the experience to join. Eleazar, she'd long since decided, didn't count. He was in a separate group with Carlisle - the survivors; they had managed a rare feat and escaped. Therefore, she'd yet to cross paths with a single Volturi member.

Still addressing his sister, Edward hissed through his clenched teeth, "Who else would leave Charlie alive?"

Bella shuddered. Carys lifted her cup to her lips and slowly drank, watching the scene unfold and waiting for a decent moment to jump in. She grimaced slightly. Carlisle had only given her one sugar.

"I don't know," Alice said.

"Helpful."

"Stop it, Edward," Bella stage-whispered.

Edward rounded on her, his expression barely more than a snarl. For half a second he stared as if he'd not quite registered who he was looking at, and then he did. Exhaling, he relaxed in an instant, his eyes widening in horror.

"You're right, Bella. I'm sorry." He looked at Alice. "Forgive me, Alice. I shouldn't be taking this out on you. That was inexcusable."

"I understand," Alice assured him. "I'm not happy about it, either."

Edward took a deep breath. "Okay, let's look at this logically. What are the possibilities?"

Almost everyone moved at once. Alice relaxed and uncrossed her arms as she leaned against the back of the sofa. Carlisle walked slowly back to Carys' side, staring thoughtfully into space. Esme sat on the sofa where Rosalie and Emmett had been sitting before Edward's call and curled her legs up onto the seat. Edward pulled Bella to the sofa and sat her next to Esme, who shifted to put her arm around her. He maintained his hold of his girlfriend's hand throughout.

Only Rosalie remained unmoving, watching anxiously for her husband's and brother's return.

"Victoria?" Carlisle asked as he almost absentmindedly began to slowly stroke his fingers up and down the back of Carys' neck. She held still through the initial cold touch, fighting the inevitable need to shudder.

Edward shook his head. "No. I didn't know the scent. He might have been from the Volturi, someone I've never met..."

It was Alice's turn to shake her head. "Aro hasn't asked anyone to look for them yet. I'll see that when it happens; I'm waiting for it."

Edward's head snapped up as if he'd realised something. "You're watching for an official command," he said. It was almost an accusation but was this time aimed at them all.

"You think someone's acting on their own?" Alice asked, her confusion clear as she frowned. "Why?"

Edward pursed his lips. "Caius' idea," he suggested.

"Or Jane's...," Alice offered, taking up the thread, her face clearing as she nodded thoughtfully. "They each have the resources to send an unfamiliar face..."

Edward scowled. "And the motivation."

"It doesn't make sense, though," Esme said gently. "If whoever it was meant to wait for Bella, Alice would have seen that. He - or she - had no intention of hurting anyone."

"But what was the point then?" Carlisle mused.

"Checking to see if I'm still human?" Bella suggested.

"Possible," he agreed with a tip of his head.

Carys sat up straighter, having found her time to jump in. "Or-"

Rosalie breathed out a sigh, loud enough for the humans to hear, loud enough for Carys to break off and watch her as she finally turned away from the windows to watch the kitchen expectantly.

Sure enough, a second or two later Emmett burst through the kitchen door, Jasper right behind him.

"Long gone, hours ago," he announced, disappointment wreathing his expression and lacing his words. "The trail went East, then South, then disappeared on a side road. Had a car waiting." By the time he'd finished, he'd settled his arms tightly around Rosalie, her back to his chest.

"That's bad luck," Edward muttered, turning away from the scene when Rosalie gripped Emmett's arms and offered her cheek for his kiss. "If he'd gone West... Well, it would be nice for those do-" he looked at Carys, who narrowed her eyes "-wolves to make themselves useful."

Carys nodded curtly. Not so much for the wolves making themselves useful as the change of wording.

Jasper looked at Carlisle and crossed the space as he spoke. "Neither o' us recognised him. But here." He held a small, crumpled piece of fern in his hand. Carlisle took what was offered to him. "Maybe you know the scent."

"No," Carlisle said after he'd inhaled and passed it back. "Not familiar. No one I've ever met."

"Perhaps we're looking at this the wrong way. Maybe it's a coincidence...," Esme began, but stopped when she saw everyone else's incredulous expressions. "I don't mean a coincidence that a stranger happened to pick Bella's house to visit at random. I meant that maybe someone was just curious. Our scent is all around her. Was he wondering what draws us there?"

"Why wouldn't he just come here then? If he was curious?" Emmett demanded. "Carys is here. Her scent would lead here just as much."

"You would," Esme said fondly. "The rest of us aren't always so direct. Our family is very large - he or she might be frightened. But Charlie wasn't harmed. This doesn't have to be an enemy."

"Or," Carys attempted again, drawing more attention this time as she was on the verge of frustrated desperation, "what if it's-!"

"It wouldn't be your newborns," Edward dismissed before she'd had a chance to finish the thought aloud. "They're hardly disciplined enough. They wouldn't have left Charlie behind."

"But what about me? They left me behind."

"Perhaps you weren't as interesting as the others," Edward said, not unkindly echoing her earlier thoughts. "And you're not quite as... Appetising as Charlie - not when," he went on over Carys' involuntary grumble, "Bella's scent was so close by."

"Alright, clever clogs. What would the Volturi want with Bella's clothes?" Carys asked, still clutching her now empty cup. "Besides. From what I've heard, Caius and Jane are hardly known for their subtly."

"Care has a point," Jasper said as he took to pacing across the room.

Passing Carys' seat, he flicked out his hand. She switched her cup into the other hand and raised her free one, swiping it across his palm before they fistbumped. He continued on, rounding the sofa to Alice's side as if nothing had happened.

Alice pursed her lips. "The timing of it was too perfect," she said, "that's what I can't get past. This visitor was so careful to make no contact whatsoever. It's almost like he or she knew that I would see... I can't work out who, other than a friend, the Volturi, or Victoria would know that..."

"He could have had other reasons for not making contact," Esme reminded her. "We don't know if it's the newborns." She was clutching at straws, hoping there was another option.

"Does it really matter who it was?" Bella asked. "Carys is here; she's protected. Just the chance that someone was in my room, looking for me... Isn't that reason enough? We shouldn't wait for mid-summer."

"No!"

Jasper, Carlisle, Carys and Rosalie shared a look, all having spoken at once. Rosalie had snapped; Jasper sounded more exasperated than anything; Carlisle had been vehement; Carys had been... Well, she'd been somewhere beyond tired.

Carlisle sat down on the arm of the sofa, bending low to press a kiss to Carys' hair, his hand trailing a path down over her shoulder to squeeze the top of her arm. She lifted her face and they shared a look of their own, their lips quirking - a humourless expression.

"No, Bella," Edward added quickly. "If you're really in danger, we'll know."

"Please think of Charlie each and every time you want to ask that," Carlisle sighed, returning his hand to Carys' nape. "Think of how it would hurt him if you disappeared."

"I am thinking of Charlie!" Bella retorted. "He's the one I'm worried about! What if my little guest had happened to be thirsty last night? As long as I'm around him, he's a target, too. Carys doesn't have this problem - her family's all the way in California. If anything happened to Charlie, it would be all my fault!"

"Hardly, Bella," Esme said, patting her hair. "And nothing will happen to Charlie. We're just going to have to be more careful."

Bella stared at her in disbelief. "More careful?"

"It's all going to be fine, Bella," Alice promised her.

Carys turned to Jasper. "Did you track them to mine? Or just Bella's?"

Jasper span slowly to face her, his hands clasped behind his back. "Your house..." He glanced at Carlisle. "They spent more time there. The scent was stronger."

"How much stronger?" Carlisle asked.

"Where was it stronger?" Carys added quickly. The thought that someone had been in her house as well, and had stayed longer... It was bad enough. Furthermore, if they'd - she cut herself off before she could begin to imagine. "Jasper?"

It was Emmett who answered. "Went through your things," he said. "The things you left behind. They weren't quite as careful to hide their search. Your scent is fainter than Bella's because you spend most of your time here... They might have thought that meant you weren't coming back. Their scent was all over. They searched everywhere."

Bella watched them, colour leeching from her already pale skin before a dark blush stained her cheeks. She looked at Carys as if surprised the vampire seemed a little more interested in her.

"Everywhere?" Carlisle asked, his hand flexing.

"Everywhere," Emmett confirmed slowly with an uncomfortable sneer.

"You can't mean... Everywhere?" Carys breathed.

Jasper and Emmett shared a look, then turned to her and nodded slowly.

A faint whine rose from Carys' throat. Even her underwear drawer?

Carlisle growled. "Did it look as if anything was taken?"

Carys tried to think of what she'd left. Half her life, it seemed. She'd yet to give the house up in more than simply moving most of her clothes across. Even then, she maintained a decent presence. Which included underwear. She wasn't sure why she was hooked on that one issue, but she really, really hoped they'd been wrong and not everything had been displaced.

"Sorry, Care. You'll have to have a look yourself," said Jasper. Holding up a hand, he tipped his head. "But, I don' think we should dismiss the newborns jus' yet, Edward."

Carys hummed her interest. "You don't?"

"No."

"Then why did you?" Carys accused Edward.

Jasper answered for him. "He can be a little... Blind."

"Arrogant, you mean," Carys grumbled.

Edward's brows descended.

"Exactly," said Jasper with a faint smirk.

Edward thought for a moment, then his brows lifted. "I hadn't thought of that," he conceded, staring at Jasper.

Carys crossed her arms. "So now Jasper thinks it, it's not so dumb, is it?"

"It wasn't silly to begin with, simply... Unlikely... To know you've both been wondering the same thing..."

"Why do you think it could be the newborns?" Alice asked her.

"Um... Because it makes sense, I guess?" Carys attempted with a grimace, her pitch rising towards the end.

"How so?"

"I... Do I really need to say it?" she asked uncomfortably, staring up at Jasper.

Jasper had, as he'd first told her over a year before, fought for well over half a century. What she'd later discovered was that that was spent as second-in-command of his creator Maria's newborn army.

He had been the one to train them. To control them. To command them. To, ultimately, kill the ones who survived the never-ending battles for supremacy. He had felt each and every one of their transformations; he had felt each and every one of their deaths.

She'd spent more than enough time with him to think it could be possible for someone to create a newborn army of their own.

"But could one of them have the control?" Carlisle asked the room at large. "Judging by what little we know of Riley... Uncertain, perhaps that he could leave Charlie behind, but entirely impossible? I'm not so sure."

"Not impossible," Jasper agreed. "I would've."

Carys looked him over.

For the most part, the Cullens' human selves remained - ingrained not simply in their powers, but their personalities, their way of being. Alice had thought she was the exception before discovering the darkness of her human adolescence and death had likely informed her joie de vivre.

As for Jasper... He had been a soldier. There was no doubt about that. Even if he hadn't told her, it would be obvious in the way he held himself.

His posture was always so much more regimental than the rest. He kept his human life a closely guarded secret and she tried not to pry or ask further questions, but Carys often wondered when exactly he'd died.

In which war.

He met her eye.

Maybe this was the day she found out.

"What do you mean?" Bella asked quietly. Her confusion was palpable, the odd one out in the room.

"She's one o' us now, and I s'pose I'll have to kill two birds," Jasper said, explaining his choice to tell them together. Turning to Bella he ignored Carys' involuntary rush of smugness at the teenager's darkening blush - which stemmed, it seemed, from Jasper's words -, drew a deep breath, and asked, "How much d'you know about me, Bella?"

"Not much," she hesitantly admitted.

Jasper looked to Edward.

"No," Edward said, responding to his brother's thought. "I'm sure you can understand why I haven't told her that story. But I suppose she needs to hear it now so that she can make sense of this."

Nodding, Jasper turned to Bella once again, rolled the sleeve of his black v-necked jumper just past his wrist and slowly rotated his forearm a half-turn.

Strolling over to the lamp by the sofa on which the pair and Esme sat, he lifted his arm close to the bulb and let the bright light glance off the first of countless crisscrossing crescent-shaped bite marks.

Carys felt a familiar pang in the vicinity of her stomach. Carlisle reached for her hand. No matter how many times she saw them, it didn't get easier to witness his pain. Jasper had been through so much in his second life, and the scars that marred his skin were a constant reminder.

He'd told her once that he thought of this time - the time after he'd found Alice - as his third life. The haven he was sometimes surprised he had been allowed even after more than fifty years together. It was an apt description after a life spent as a god of war.

And a god of war he had been. He'd had to be to survive for so long in a world where many lived barely longer than a few weeks.

Bella leaned forward, past Edward's shoulder, confused by Jasper's actions. Jasper traced his finger over the first of the marks. It took a little while, through which the family remained silent before Bella realised what she was looking at.

"Oh," she breathed. "Jasper, you have a scar exactly like mine."

Holding out her hand for them to see, the silvery crescent bite was more prominent on her pale skin than Jasper's scars were on his.

Jasper smiled faintly. "I've a lotta scars like yours, Bella."

With his face a blank mask, he rolled his sleeve higher until it reached his elbow. Bella watched in mute fascination, tracking the scars until she looked back down at her own - the one James had given her over a year before.

With a gasp, she looked up at him again. "Jasper," she said, her eyes wide and brimming with shock, "what happened to you?"

A/N: Well I don't know, Bella, maybe he got bitten!? Sorry... I have very little patience for her right now.

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