Author's Note: Ok, I know I don't update as much as I should, but school is starting to get hard. I love to write, so I'll make you a compromise, ok? If I get 15 or more reviews per chapter, the chapters will be longer. I promise. I'd love to see more of them! I'll update as soon as I can find time! Anyways, it's Des's POV. Again. Enjoy!
"Des? I know how hard you've been working and I brought you a brownie."
DId I ever tell you how much I liked this woman?
Just then Uncle Sam walked in.
"Des? Daniel, how do you feel about becoming one of us?"
My jaw dropped as he asked me that. Before I could tell him to shove it, Daniel answered for us.
"I think we can take care of it ourselves, thanks."
Uncle Sam smiled at us. "I wasn't asking you. I liked to think of it as, well, a polite demand." He waved his hands in different gesters as he talked.
I started to growl. Not the growl of an animal. The growl of a peed off person.
He continued talking, ignoring me completely. "What do you plan to do when your body turns on you? When you can't control yourself enough not to rip out the one you love's throat? When you can't even stand right because you are in so much pain? When you feel like every muscle in your body is bulging, willing themselves to burst out of your skin and flying away? When you hate yourselves so much to a point you feel like killing yourself. Just to make sure you don't hurt anyone, even if it's someone you don't even know? What then?"
We stared at Uncle Sam with wide eyes. Daniel was the only one who could still talk after his little speech. All my clever comments were stuck in the back of my throat as I thought of my dream where Uncle Embry starts to eat mommy. Except this time it's me.
"We'll figure something out." Daniel didn't look to sure about that.
"Well, I guarentee I can make you want to stay."
My voice got lower. "What do you meen by that?"
"Well, I'll make you a deal. If you stay here and complete the training, when the war is over, you can go. If you don't, well, you'll just have to stay here untill you're 18 and gain your rights to leave. If that's your choice. Well, since you'll be here for quite a long time, we can start moving Jacob's baby stuff into Daniel's room so you can have your own room. I'll call the boys tonight so they can help us get you...situated."
So that's how I could get out of here...
"Actually, there's no need for that. I'll let you train me. At least until papa rips your throat out." I batted my eyelashes and gave him my sweetest smile.
"Dad. I don't want to."
"You, my son, have no choice in the matter." He put his hand on Daniel's shoulder and clapped him on the back.
"Bu--"
"Enough. You should be proud! Not acting like a baby who doesn't know what's good for him."
"Yes father."
"Thata boy." He started to laugh again.
I did that thing with my hand that Aunt Rose taught me. It involved looking underneath my nails at a long distance. "You know, when this is all over and your dead, I hope daddy kicks the crap out of you. At least, when papa's done with you."
He ignored me and started to walk away. Until Aunt Emily grabbed his arm. "This is getting out of hand."
"I know love, but there's nothing I can do about that. I need to make a phone call." He pulled out of her grip and started to walk into his study.
Aunt Emily walked up to both of us and hugged us. She started to cry. I know this because I felt them fall into my hair. "I'm so sorry, sweeties."
We cried along with her. We both knew it would never be the same ever again. We were both losing something. Our childhood.
(Author's Note: Ok, now it's in Bella's POV,)
All I could do was lay in bed all day thinking about losing everything that ment anything to me. First Edward, then Jacob, and now my only child. Fate was cruel to me. Just when you think you're at the top of the mountain, there's someone beside you and pushes you down it. I had just hit the bottom of it.
Technically I wasn't in bed. It was the couch in Edward's room. I had as many covers that I could get covering every inch of me and then some. IT didn't help anything though. I still felt cold. On the inside.
Edward tried to make me feel better, but we both knew deep down there was nothing we could do. He lost something, also. He lost the closest thing to his child he had ever had.
The whole was coming back. Not even Edward could keep it shut. I looked into his eyes and felt empty. I didn't want to see butterscotch. I wanted to see the warm brown I loved so much. Desiree's. The eyes I saw every day for the last 5 years. That's not the only pair of brown eyes you want to see. And it was true. I longed to see Jacob's. I remembered waking up and those beautiful eyes would be the first thing I saw everyday.
He would know what to do.
He wouldn't just hug me while I cried. He would get our daughter back. He wouldn't be hear mourning. There wouldn't have been a reason for it. She'd be back by now.
I started to curse myself. I couldn't compare apples and oranges. There was no reason to do that. Jacob had my heart, but Edward had my soul. It hurt knowing that he couldn't do anything.
Edward was doing something. I could give him that. He was working his butt off trying toget the soldiers ready. They were just so slow.
Someone was in the room with me. Before they could open the blinds or do anything stupid like that I turned over and pulled the covers over my head.
I felt him tugging on them untill they were around my neck. It was Edward. And he glowed. Or shimmered. Whatever.
He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, as he started to lay beside me. I made as much room as possible. In no time his arms were around me and I was pushed against his chest as close as I could without being in pain. I sighed.
"We'll get her back. I promise." He started to rub his nose against the back of my ear.
I smiled and fell back asleep.
(Author's Note: Ok, now it's in Desiree's POV)
I had been here for 4 months allready. The war was brutal. So far at least 30 wolves had been killed and at least 29 vampires had been taken down also. Uncle Sam said the war would last for quite some time. I hoped it didn't. I wanted to get home and see everyone I loved.
I hadn't been able to talk to mommy at all this whole time. Uncle Sam said it would give me a reason to work harder if I didn't.
My training was going well, at least. I could kick the crap out of Daniel with a blindfold on. But it didn't make me feel any better. I just wanted to go home.
It wasn't horrible here by any means. Jacob had been born so I had a baby to play with. I felt empty inside though. I felt like I had no heart and I was living by some other means.
I wondered what papa was doing as I helped Aunt Emily bake cookies and take care of Jacob. Did he miss me? Did he think of me as much as I thought of him? I hoped so.
What was Aunt Rose doing? Aunt Alice? Uncle Jasper and Emmett? Grandma and Grandpa? Did they care about me enough to think of me?
More importantly, how was mommy? I tried not to, but I started to cry. I ran from the room into Jacob's old room.
I took a big breath of air and screamed, "I HATE YOUU!"
I did that untill my voice cracked and I passed out.
Daddy? Why are they doing this to me?
6 Months Later
I felt no emotions. I couldn't. I tried, but I just couldn't do it. All I did was train and have nightmares. Everday that was what I did. Even thinking about my family couldn't help me.
When I wasn't training I was in my room and stairing at the walls. Nothing else mattered to me anymore. The only emotion I could get was anger. And hate. I wanted them all dead. All of them except Uncle Embry, Aunt Emily, and Daniel. I even hated the baby. It looked like Sam.
He wasn't 'Uncle' Sam anymore. Just Sam.
I knew I'd never go home. Even if I did, they wouldn't want me. I knew this because they never tried to save me. Never. I was alone in the world.
And strangly, I didn't care. I was the only one I could trust and love. I didn't even love those I said I didn't want dead. I was apathedic towards them. They were nothing.
My room was bare. Emily tried to hang up stuff that children my age loved. I just tore them down. After a while she didn't try anymore.
I fought better than all the other children Sam said was going to me in my 'pack'. It wasn't a pack. It was a group of monster's put together by Sam. He hoped to use us in the war, if there was one still, when we got older. When we could change.
I stood up and punched a whole through the wall. Hupefully at least this one was beyond repair. I had punched many holes through the wall and watched them fix them.
The walls weren' t the only things I was breaking. I broke Galen, Uncle Embry's snake. One day I was bored and bit him. Uncle Embry cried. I spit the blood out of my mouth and walked back to my room.
Nothing mattered. Even the so called family I once had. Nothing.
Only daddy. He was the only one that cared. He died to save me. I couldn't hate him. When I was bored or lonely I talked to him. He never answered. But I prayed everyday to him. Answers or no.
It's pretty sad when the only loved one you had was dead.
(Author's Note: Carlisle's POV)
My children. I wished I could cry. Bella hadn't spoke in 5 months. Edward hadn't for 4. They both just layed there one his couch. The only thnk they did was make sure Bella was eating. Nothing else.
It had been 11 months since I had seen my grandchild.
My whole family was miserable. Besides Bella and Edward, Rosalie was in the most pain. She tried to act the same, but she couldn't She didn't care about how she looked as much. It was always in a ponytail.
Emmett didn't smile.
Alice didn't jump around.
Jasper didn't try to make us feel better. Not anymore.
Esme lost that gleam in her eyes.
I felt like dieing.
But I couldn't. I couldn't do that to my family. They needed me.
Aro walked into the room. "That's it. I want the wolf back. I don't care who I have to go through. I'll kill them all! JANE DEAR!" he roared.
"Yes master?"
"Come. I have a wolf we need to collect and I'm not coming back untill I get her back."
"Yes master."
They were starting to walk out of the house untill Edward apeared infront of them. They tried to get past him, but he wouldn't let them. Then he talked. It sounded like he had just eaten glass.
"I'm coming with you."
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