Authors notes: thank you all so much for reviewing! for a newbie like me, to see that little review notification in my email, it means a lot and brightens my day =)

to answer some questions:

to read&review990: my version of breaking dawn is a little different. in my version, alice doesn't leave and she never has the vision of another half-vamp like , Bella's shield isn't as developed in my story as it is in the origional. i didn;t really like how stephanie had bells master her ability in just a few short days... to me that seemen unrealistic.

to msfrannyblack: i'm not entirely sure if vampires bleed or not. my reasoning for what happens in my story is that vampires consume blood to survive right? so some of that blood is naturally obsorbed into their bodies just like humans, but some of it is still streaming around in their veins (i'm assuming vamps have veins) and when the vein is cut, the blood wouls seep put just like it would in a human. thats what i think would happen. don't know if it makes sence but whetever =) and of course i put it in to make the story more dramatic =)

hope you all enjoy this next chapt. WARNING: it might be a tear jerker

Death:

Aro's headless body fell and he moved no more.

"Yeah your right Aro," I said smugly, "It was to bad Edward wasn't here to see this,"

I sighed in relief. Aro was finally gone. He could no longer harm my family. I gazed down at his deformed remains and looked to the battle that was still taking place. Apparently none of the Volturi members had yet noticed their fallen leader. I didn't know what to expect. I supposed I was hoping that once Aro was defeated the fighting would stop, and the Volturi would surrender, I hoped the killing would stop. But no, there was still fighting going on. There was still death taking place.

I glanced across the field in search of my family. Alice and Jasper had split up. Jasper was seen fighting Marcus towards the middle of the clearing; it seemed to be a heated, evenly-matched fight that I hoped everyone came out of. As much as I despised what Marcus was fighting for, I had to feel some sort of understanding for what he had been through in his sad, lonely life. Alice was twenty feet away from Jasper and Marcus and was brawling two unknown guard members with Zafrina. They seemed to be gaining the upper hand and using the most of their abilities.

Carlisle had apparently gotten help from one of the wolves and they were fighting three Volturi guard members. Caius was lying facedown on the ground, apparently unconscious and Alec was nowhere in sight. Esme and Rosalie were holding their own against several wives. Rosalie had a bloody lip and a scratch on her arm, but she was still fighting.

Emmett seemed to be having a blast taking on three guard members at once. He was moving so fast; he appeared to be a blur. I saw Demetri slowly walking up behind him and prayed he could handle himself. The wolves were still fighting strong. I felt a pull against my heart when I saw at least two wolf figures lying in the grass. The only thing I could do was hope they were okay and that they would heal. My attention was then pulled towards Edward, still lying on the ground and unmoving. I dashed over to him.

"Edward?" I said to him, "Can you hear me? Wake up Edward," My heart threatened to break again at the sight of his broken body. He looked so helpless and vulnerable. I caused this, I thought. if I hadn't let him step forward and talked to Aro before the fight, maybe he could have started fighting someone else.

Guilt and grief washed over me. I wondered if this is how he felt whenever he was looking over my mangled body. I hoped not. I nudged Edward's shoulder in a feeble attempt to try and wake him. "Edward, please my love, you have to wake up," he still didn't move, "Edward! Wake up!" I shouted at his unmoving face. I collapsed onto his chest and started crying tearless, sobs that ripped at my heart.

Suddenly, his chest started moving. He appeared to be breathing out of habit like he always did. I lifted my head from his chest and looked at his face to find his dazzling, honey eyes gazing at me with such adoration that a giant lump appeared in my throat.

"Edward?" I asked stupidly.

"Don't worry, I'm awake," he replied almost humorously.

"Edward!" I sighed in relief as I threw my arms around him tightly. I held onto him as tight as I could. In fear that if I let go of him, I would loose him.

"Oh, Edward," I sighed into his chest.

"Bella, my love,"

"Don't you ever do that to me again," I scolded.

"I won't, not ever," He promised with sincerity, "nothing will tear us apart ever again"

"Are you sure about that?" A furious, little girl voice demanded.

I let go of my steel grip of Edward and turned around to find a murderous Jane staring at my face.

"Jane," I said, surprised to find her standing after what I did to her.

"You killed him!" she shouted at me sounding broken-hearted.

I looked over at Aro's dead remains and back to her.

"Jane," I said not really knowing why I tried to reason with her, "its not what you think."

"No it's exactly what I think," she screamed at me, "you killed Aro!"

I stood up and faced Jane just like I did before.

"Bella, be careful," Edward cautioned.

"Jane, you don't want to fight me again, you know you won't win,"

"Oh yes I will," she said without hesitation, "you killed him! I'll kill you!" And with that, she lunged at me with unbelievable strength and slammed me down to the ground.

"Bella!" Edward screamed.

"No, Edward! Stay out of this," I pleaded.

"No she doesn't mean that Edward do you Bella. You want him to save you like he always does right? He always plays the big brave hero and always puts himself in danger just for you. Just the way you like it, that way you never have to get yourself dirty and it gives you a pathetic excuse to get people to think you actually care about him! " Jane taunted.

Jane ran over to me, grabbed my arm and twisted it before Edward even had time to blink. I screamed at the pain, Jane had twisted my lower arm, fracturing it right in the middle of my forearm. I looked down to see my radius sticking right out of my skin and blood surrounding it. I was glad I wasn't queasy about blood anymore, but the sight of my bone did unnerve me a bit. Edward was furious. He charged directly for Jane with his incredible speed and slammed her to the ground.

"STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!!!" He bellowed.

"No Edward don't!" I called at him. He was still hurt and couldn't fight very well.

Jane gave one of her evil little laughs that sounded different, as if she was on the edge of sanity, and, quick as a flash, kicked Edward directly in his chest and hurled him twenty feet ahead. I gasped and tried to get up. But the pain in my arm was so intense, that I couldn't move. I stumbled back a couple feet, momentarily disoriented. Thought the pain, I heard another, gut wrenching, noise coming from somewhere in the clearing.

"Emmett!" Rosalie was calling.

I whipped around and saw Rosalie and an unconscious Esme surrounded by Volturi members in the middle of the clearing, near a giant fire someone started. Rosalie was calling for help. I then saw Emmett running over to her and his mother.

His face was different now. He didn't look like he was having a good time; instead he looked worried and serious. I was surprised; I had never seen Emmett look that severe before, or frightened. I silently wished them luck and turned my attention to Edward and Jane.

They were both moving so fast; I didn't catch everything that was happening, even with my vampire eyesight. Edward had Jane in a headlock, digging his nails into her neck and Jane was trying to break free. I wanted to call out to him, but I didn't dare break his concentration. Edward then seemed to loose his grip because Jane flipped her legs around and hit Edward directly in the face. Edward let go of her and put his hands to his face. It was torturous, not being able to help.

I wanted to jump up and kill Jane in the most painful, and slowest way possible. But my irritating broken arm told me to do otherwise. You wouldn't be any help, I reasoned with myself, you would just slow Edward down. Besides, knowing him, he wouldn't even keep fighting. His focus would be broken off Jane and pulled fully towards me. I would do more harm than good. The best I could do was keep my shield up to make sure Jane's sadistic ability didn't get any where near my husband.

Edward recovered quickly, but not quickly enough. Jane was coming up behind him incredibly quickly with her fists out, preparing to take Edward's head off.

"Edward behind you!!" I screamed desperately. Forgetting his mind-reading ability.

Without even looking, Edward jumped up and dodged Jane's attack. This gave Edward the advantage. As Jane was turning around, Edward gathered up his power and started running towards her. Jane tried to dodge, but Edward was too quick. He ran up behind her and punched her directly in her spinal cord just as Aro had done to him. Jane gasped and stumbled forward.

"Still confident you'll win?" Edward taunted.

Jane just stared at him with wild, murderous eyes. She seemed to understand that if she continued fighting, she would die. With realization on her face, she glanced at me, which caused Edward to growl.

"You killed Aro. Make no doubt in your pathetic minds, I will come back," she promised.

And with that, she turned around and ran away from the clearing with break-neck speed. I realized that Aro was more than just an ally to her. He was also her mentor, the person who brought her into this unbelievable new way of life. A person she had most likely worshiped.

Edward started to run after but I stopped him, "No, Edward, don't. She's not worth it."

Edward, hesitated, but then nodded and rushed over to me.

"Are you okay?" he asked with worry.

"Yes I'm fine," I lied. He didn't buy it, "Go help the others, leave me here,"

"No, I wont," he stated stubbornly, "I'm staying right-"

"NO! EMMETT!" a terrified voice screamed.

I looked up and saw Rosalie standing between a mangled body and Alec. Edward, fast as lightning at the desperation in his sister's voice, gathered me into his arms and ran over to her. Once we got over to them, Edward set me down and started assailing Alec. I hurried over to Rosalie, hiding my broken arm, and immediately saw what was wrong. She was standing over burnt, dismembered, still form of Emmett. "Oh my god," I whispered to myself.

Rosalie appeared to be in shock, she was shaking uncontrollably and her hands were black and blistery from what appeared to be flames "no, Emmett, no, wake up," she pleaded.

I didn't know what to do. It appeared that Alec threw Emmett into the fire and Rosalie tried to fish him out, with minimal success. Almost his entire body was burned beyond recognition. The only part that was left scarcely intact was his bloodied face. His hands appeared to be completely burnt off and there was a colossal rip in his chest that still had a small trickle of dark blood seeping from it, despite being burned to pieces. We needed, help. Emmett looked broken beyond repair, but I had to be certain before I gave up.

"CARLISLE!!" I screamed.

I saw his head pop up and look over to where Rosalie and I were. I saw his eyes travel downwards and quick realization crossed his face. He said something to one of the wolves helping him and both of them immediately started running over. Once I knew we were getting help, I turned to Rosalie.

"What happened?" I demanded. As I put my hand over Emmett's chest in a feeble attempt to stop his bleeding.

She just stared at Emmett shaking and muttering his name under her breath.

"Rosalie!" I said more fiercely.

She seemed to hear me and break out of her daze. She turned to me and blinked in surprise. As if she just noticed I was here. Sadness washed over me, her eyes displayed so many emotions, sadness, worry, regret, pain, but above all that, she seemed dead. Hopelessly dead.

"Rosalie, tell me what happened," I said firmly.

She paused and considered my words, trying to understand them. "Alec…he started fighting me and Esme… he, took her down. And I… I called Emmett for help. I couldn't take him alone… and… and then… Alec started beating him!" Her voice was moving towards hysteria, but it seemed that she couldn't stop, " I-I tried to stop him… but he was moving too fast, once I got close… he just pushed me away…he ripped off Emmett's left hand… and… and cut him so hard in his chest… there was nothing I could do! A-Alec was beating him so hard!" she screamed.

I choked back a sob and tried to calm myself, "What happened after that?" I dared to ask.

"Alec! He threw him in the fire… and I started screaming! He was burning him… and Alec started laughing… and… and I went in the fire and… dug him out… it hurt so bad! But I couldn't leave him in there! N-no! I had to get him out!" she was sobbing by now and couldn't go on. I grabbed her with my good arm, my other still of Emmett's chest doing relatively nothing, pulled her into a hug and held her but she pulled away from me and gripped onto Emmett's bleeding chest. I moved my hand away out of respect.

By now, Carlisle had caught up to us. He quickly sent the Brown-colored wolf off to help Edward and bent down to see his dying son.

"Oh son," He whispered as he gazed at Emmett, "what happened?"

"Alec," I explained simply, "Is he going to be okay?"

"I… don't know," he said, slowly, "I need to see the extent of his injuries," he swallowed hard, "Rosalie, honey, can you move, sweetheart?" he asked gently.

Rosalie was still clutching Emmett like a lifeline and would not let go.

"Bella, can you…""Of course," I replied, "Rosalie, come on you have to let go,"

"No!" she said and held on tighter.

Carlisle sighed and used his strong hands to pull Rosalie off Emmett's chest. He gasped once he saw the deep, jagged gash.

"Bella, please take Rosalie away," he said to me.

I wordlessly wrapped my good arm around her shoulder and led her away. I looked around to see where Edward was and my heart fell into my stomach. Demetri had somehow caught up to us and now Edward and the wolf were brawling violently with both of them. It took every ounce of my will-power to stay where I was and not throw myself into the fight. You are needed here right now, I tried to reason with myself, Rosalie needs you. It's your responsibility to stay and not create any more trouble. But I realized then that I didn't care. Screw my responsibility, that psychopath, Alec, killed Emmett!

Suddenly, a new sheet of hazy red covered my mind and made it impossible to think of anything but Emmett's damaged, lifeless body lying on the cold grass and the monster that put him there. I started shaking and had to close my eyes to control myself. This isn't the time, I told myself firmly.

Rosalie let out a small, routed sob that brought me back to reality

"Are you okay?" I asked. Are you okay! What a stupid question!

She didn't respond. I didn't expect her too.

My mind was reeling with uncontrollable thoughts that were all screaming at me to get up and move. I took a deep breath and shifted my gaze to the field, desperate for something to concentrate on.

In the clearing, I saw Alice throw what looked to have been an arm once, into the fire. Abruptly, she froze. Her eyes glazed over and I thought the worse, but then she shook her tiny head a little and immediately drew her eyes over to us. She looked directly into my eyes and I knew what happened, she saw what happened, and what was going to happen because of it. Her pleading eyes burned holes into my already damaged heart. I gave her a tiny shake of the head and she all but fell into pieces.

Jasper must have felt her newfound emotions, because in the next second, he was right beside her asking a hundred questions. I saw her lips move into one word 'Emmett' and saw Jaspers head turn hurriedly towards us, his eyes wide with sudden panic. He looked quickly at my expression, turned to see Rosalie's unmoving figure, and gazed desperately over to where Carlisle was working rigorously on Emmett.

They both started rushing over but I shook my head, 'no,' I mouthed hoping they could understand, 'you have to keep fighting, we need you in there so something like this doesn't happen again, please'

Alice looked like she was going to argue, but Jasper nodded and took her away, no doubt his military instincts kicking in.

I set Rosalie down on a rock since I didn't think she could support herself on her own and because my arm was hurting. I looked into her eyes; they were still glazed over. Her flawless face still looked devastated and confused like she still couldn't fully comprehend what happened, or just didn't want to accept it.

Carlisle walked over to us, supporting Esme, who looked damaged, guilt-ridden and hurt. Rosalie slowly moved her eyes over to her parents and looked at them with pleading, somber eyes. It was a depressing sight.

Carlisle didn't say anything, he just shook his head. We both knew what it meant. Emmett, our big, teddy-bear brother who made us all laugh when we wanted to cry and kept our spirits up when times were tough, was dead.