It wasn't until I was in the air that all of the unanswered questions started tormenting me. What would I do if I couldn't get the Volturi to help? What kind of meaningless exisitence would I have without the Cullen family? How could I survive without EJ? How could I face Charlie and Renee if Bella died? When did I actually start liking Rosalie as a sister? Stop being so pesstimestic I scolded myself. The universe always has a way of making things turn out alright in the end. I would go to the Volturi and I was not leaving without a cure.
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The one that Carlisle had called Aro sneared as I walked into what I assumed was the Volturi meeting chamber. "This is the first time a Werewolf has dared to enter our hallowed halls. You seek the cure for the coven of traitors. For the love of your family. Yes, they have become your family now, because of Bella. She is the most unusual creature, a vampire less than three months and she already has complete control over herself and even procured her son a soul mate. She is truly fasinating. Too bad she will die. If she and Edward had only taken our offer to join us here."
"You are going to give me the cure now." I insisted. "I will go home, cure my family, and we will all pretend that this never happened."
"And what could you possible do if we refuse?" Aro laughed. "You have no power here. With our protection spells, you are not even allowed to transform into your other form inside this building."
"Maybe," I conceded, "but I have a few tricks up my sleeve. You didn't think I would walk into the lion's den unprepared and unarmed. Did you?" Then as quickly as I could I reached up my sleeve and threw the vial that Carlisle had made for me. "Now you will die if you don't give me the cure."
"Fool, your family will be dead long before we feel any of the side effects of that disease."
"If it was the same disease sure, but you forget that the Cullens have their own personal vampire doctor who knows of a few faster acting vampire diseases. You'll be dead in two hours if I don't tell you the cure, but first I want the anwser to my original statement." The room fell into hushed silence. The next few moments felt like an eternity as I waited for one of them to speak.
"You already posess the cure. The cure is the blood of a werewolf. So the choice is up to you. Feed your pack to your coven or let the coven die."
Crap