A/N: Okay so I know I haven'y updated in about three days, but I was in a place were there was NO contact with the outside world. This is a short chapter, but most of them are. I hope this keeps you over till next time. In which I will explain who "He" is.

Carlisle was out of the car and in his protective stance within seconds. The blond followed his lead. They both snarled and growled and bared their teeth. It was scary to look at; not sure if one would murder the other.

"Cordelia!" A young African American man said, more desperate then demanding. But She stood straight and looked away. The man had a small lanky form, he was somewhere around twenty. He wore a t-shirt with some kind of skateboarding logo and dark jeans, in his hands he held a laptop.

Carlisle seemed to visible relax as well but Esme still had a feeling he was tense, or maybe that was coming from he children, who had all gotten out of the car standing behind Carlisle in a way that said "If you need me I'm here."

"What are you all doing here?" Carlisle asked directing his question to someone in the background. This person stepped up and appeared to be very similar to Emmett. He was big and burly and could easily scare anyone if he tried (or didn't). He wore dark jeans with wholes in the knees and a blue flannel plaid shirt. He had shoulder length straight brown hair. He seemed to walk up reluctantly and had his head down with his arms folded over his chest, he also seemed to be growling and it became more evident when he spoke.

"He's back." Was all he said, or more like growled.

"Wilson, when?"

"This morning." Said a small, but tall women with waist length blond hair tied back into a pony tail. She was dressed in all black and was excited like Alice, but she seemed a bit off in way. Like she was not mentally stable.

"Inside. EVERYONE!" Carlisle demanded with a force so powerful it could blow you off your feet. He stepped up the steps and the others fell into step behind him. It was like a funnel with Cordelia on his left right behind him and the African American boy behind her but of more to the left and Wilson in the same position as Cordelia but on the opposite side and the burly one in the same position as the boy but on the other side. They all seemed to be in sync, but completely unaware of each other. The rest of the Cullen's followed, but not as organized and looking at each other looking for answers.

They entered the house and Carlisle commanded them to sit with the same demanding tone as outside.

"It's coming to a close." Carlisle said. Not as a question but a statement. "Harrlick, how far off?" He asked the African American boy. At this he pulled out his laptop and started to type on the keypad with such speed even a vampire couldn't follow the movement's.

"He'll be here at ten in the morning tomorrow." Harrlick stated looking up from his screen.

"When will he attack?"

"Three hours after he gets here, so at one in the afternoon."

"That's not nearly enough time. Wilson?"

"Yes."

"I need you to do something for me." Carlisle seemed to get rid of his demanding tone and it was much softer and closer to the tone the Cullen's knew and loved.

"Oh, do you need me to fall down an elevator shaft? Or steel papers from the President? Or climb through an air duct?" She sounded way too excited for what she just suggested. And she definitely didn't sound sarcastic.

"Look out for them." He said nodding his towards the Cullen's.

"That's no fun!" Wilson said with an whining tone of a little child.

"You can climb through are air shaft and they'll try and find you." Carlisle said annoyed.

"We don't need a babysitter, Carlisle." Esme said stepping forward.

"For this you do." He said turning around to acknowledge them." His voice sounded angry, but his eyes were desperate, sad even. They spoke volumes.

"So, Carlisle, what time do you plan on dying?" Said the burly one almost nonchalantly.

"Ten minuted before two in the afternoon." Carlisle said not turning away from Esme.