This isn't even a thousand words. I'm so sorry.


"I am not sure if we matter

I am not sure if your face matters

But I will destroy this house for it anyway

But I will scorch this black world for it anyway"- Dorothea Lasky

Port Angeles meets war for the first time.

Violent red hair slips through the night, leaves the chao. Screams signal the start of a glorious hunt.

. . .

They grab him by his arms, shoulder blades cracking. The sound startles birds out of nearby trees.

Feral growls rip through snarled teeth, and bronze hair tangles in the wind.

"What the hell are you doing?" His eyes widen at Carlisle's thoughts, and a broken laugh falls out. "Are you serious? You're believing her instead of your own son?"

Dark eyes glint, and hands hold his arms tighter. "Really, Emmett is this necessary? I'm your brother!"

The grip gets tighter.

Carlisle's face speaks of grief, eyes black and mouth drawn into a line. "Edward," He pauses, considers. Edward catches his thoughts, and his mouth drops open.

Bloodcurdling screams and cracks of skin and bone is the only song the trees sing.

. . .

The rest of the world catches up to. Reporters in Washington D.C. speak of terror happening in a small town, but that's all. They pass it off as a riot. Nobody mentions the death toll.

The Cullens know better.

"Who could it be?" Jasper sighs, hands tangled in his hair.

"What happens when the Volturi catch onto this?" Comes the voice of Esme, who is still in the doorway holding bags of food. She's been there for an hour.

"They'll deal with it." This is a sad fact. Everybody tightens their shoulders upon hearing this. Like something raw and dangerous had finally been unearthed.

Their eyes drift to Bella who slumbers fitfully.

"What does that mean for her?" Rosalie whispers, mouth barely forming.

"They'll try to deal with it."

This hurts more to hear than being skinned alive.

"You're going to go away for a little while, Bella." Alice pastes a smile on, tucking hair behind Bella's ears. Bella eyes the already packed suitcases near the door.

Dark brows furrow. "No."

"Yes," Rosalie appears out of the door of the garage.

"I said no, Rosalie." Bella clenches her jaw, trying to keep her frustration at bay. The Cullens had been dancing around her, hiding their worried faces behind darkened eyes and bright smiles. Esme's the worst at doing this. Yesterday, she offered to brush Bella's hair, kissed her forehead after and couldn't stifle the tears.

The Cullens have been living in fear. It's been choking her.

Rosalie groans under her breath, wipes her hands on a towel nearby. "I changed your oil for you."

Alice's anxious drumming on her arms draws Bella's attention to her. "Ow."

"Sorry!" She jumps away, recovers with another fake smile. "And yes! It'll be so fun. Your mother is so excited to see you!"

"Well that fucking sucks now, doesn't it!" Bella hisses, jumping off the counter and moves away from the vampires. "I'm not going!"

Alice gives Rosalie a look to which Rosalie drops her shoulders to. The blonde turns her attention to the brunette and steps closer. "Please, pretty girl?" A finger is placed under Bella's chin, thumb sweeping across her cheekbone. Bella is absolutely aware of every nerve in her body, the blood rushing to her cheeks, the smell of Rosalie's shampoo. Gold eyes lock onto hers, glimmering white teeth tug at beautifully pink lips, and heat pools in the lower regions of her stomach.

It takes everything in Bella to grit her teeth and muster out a small "no."

Bella's eyes lock onto a smirk that curls its way onto Rosalie's face. Lips find their way to her neck, a light sucking drags a harsh gasp out of Bella. She slams back into a table.

"Are you positive?" Rosalie smiles, dragging her teeth ever so carefully across flesh.

Bella grips her hands into soft, blonde hair. "Yes."

A snort startles them both from their daze. "Jeez, y'all think you could get a room?" Alice's smile is playful.

Bella places a hand flat against Rosalie's stomach. Fighting the blush threatening to spill across her face, she says "Tell me. Now."

Frowning, Rosalie rocks back on her feet. "You know the vampires ruining Port Angeles?" A nod. "Well, that'll get the attention of the Volturi. We're scared they'll come pay us a visit."

Everything clicks. "They would kill me."

"Yes."