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Previously

I watched as she turned around and began running toward the door in her high heels. Her hips swayed with seduction and my eyes were immediately drawn to her bottom as she moved. I ran forward—with human speed—as she opened the door. I breathed in her delicious aroma, but I noticed something was off with the scent.

There was a...musky, woodsy scent to it. It made me disgusted. I put a scowl on my face, but it instantly vanished when I heard a terrified scream outside.

A scream that belonged to Bella.

I darted forward—thankfully the door was still open, Esme would have killed me when the family got back from Vancouver if I broke through it—and I realized why the smell was off.

A barely breathing werewolf was laying on the driveway, covered in blood.

Chapter 4

Trouble – Coldplay

Oh no, I see,
I spun a web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,
Oh no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,

I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,

Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.

Oh no I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here I am in love in a bubble,

Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Although I never meant to do you harm.

They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me.

As soon as I spotted the werewolf settled on the landscape, my lips yanked forward causing my teeth to become exposed. I darted over to Bella—she was frozen in shock; her hand covering her slackened mouth, and her eyes locked on to the werewolf—and positioned myself in front of her.

I drifted my head to the right imperceptibly and spoke to Bella through constricted teeth, "Love, I desire for you to go back inside the house. Please."

I established my hands on her stomach and pushed her back with tiny amount of force. But it must have been more than both she and I expected because the next thing I knew, Bella's bottom made impact with the ground and she began whimpered.

Instantly, my face smoothed out and I thought no more of the dieing werewolf with his dire scent or my monstrous craving for Bella's vital fluid; all that was in mind was that I hurt Bella, my love, the one that I swore not to cause any pain. I whipped myself rearward and my sight came to a sanguine-colored, tear-stained Bella. She tried to wipe away the tears with her hands but nothing worked. I could still tell that she was crying. Shedding tears because of me.

"Bella, I-I'm so sorry. I did not mean to cause you harm. Please, forgive me," I said in hysterics as I picked her up from the ground and cradled her in my arms like a small child. I kissed away the tears that were rolling down her absolute face.

She responded through a cracked voice, "It's n-not you or a-any pain that I'm crying about. It's the werewolf. I mean, is he going to be okay? H-he could be...he could be Jacob. I'm just worried."

Even though I was not the least bit plagued at the thought of the mutt on the ground dieing, I could definitely tell she was, so I put our differences aside and agreed with her.

After soothing Bella, I then asked if she would go inside. She, of course, refused to but conceded to staying on the porch of the house.

I positioned her on the steps on the porch and then cautiously embarked on my way over to the werewolf, whom, I discovered, was back in his human form.

The boy laying on the dirt was nude, so I took off my tux jacket and laid it over his body after turning him over. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of the adolescent child. When examining his face, he had a broken nose—which was already beginning to heal itself—and his bloody cheek was swollen. His shaggy, brown hair was all over his face, and chunks of dirt and mud tangled in it.

I recognized him as one of the werewolf's in the La Push pack.

"Bella, he isn't Jacob. He's one of the chil-" I stopped mid-sentence when I glanced towards Bella.

Bella was where she was supposed to be. She was on porch. But so were others.

Six figures in black cloaks with dull, red eyes were surrounding her.

Bella had a terrified expression while the shortest one spoke in a high-pitched voice, "I see you have found Seth, my victim, Eddie. I am so very proud of you!"

I looked down at the La Push boy—who was gaining consciousness—and then back to the Volturi Coven with a sneer on my face.

"Don't you dare touch her. I swear, I will rip all of you to shreds if you hurt her."

The shortest one, Jane, again chose to speak for all five of them, "Oh, of course. We won't harm your precious angel. It's not like we can anyway. What, with her blocking our abilities and having enough power to make a meal out of us. Who can compete with that?"

Jane let her hood drop. Her shoulder-length, pale brown hair shown well against her ashen skin. The smile on her face was ear-to-ear and I didn't even have to be able to read her thoughts to know the sadistic things in her head.

Jane pushed Bella off of the steps of the porch and I shot forward, wrapping my arms around her waist before she hit the ground.

I placed myself in front of her as I heard a loud outcry from my left. I looked over to my left.

My tux jacket was on the ground and the La Push boy, Seth, was off of the ground. He was now in his werewolf form with his incoming pack members positioning themselves around him.

He called for reinforcements.

I examined my surroundings while backing up towards the forest.

In front of me was the six Volturi Members. To my left was the La Push pack. To my right I hoped that my family would soon be here, so that Bella and I didn't have to die.

I would fight for her to live and I'm positive she would for me. But I don't know if that would be enough. I don't know if anything could worsen.

But I soon found out that it could when the sixth and farthest back member of the Volturi stepped forward.

His red eyes shimmered brightly and as he lifted his hand, and pulled down his hood, Bella gasped. She started sobbing behind me—I was crouching in an animal way.

The man's face was tilted to the side with a vile smile and he reached a hand toward my Bella.

"Don't you remember me, Bella, love? We used to be so close. We once lived with Charlie. I love you, and I came to get you back. And I'm not leaving until I do so," he said in his British accent.

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