Chp 6: The Grave

The voice startled Chris, when he looked deeper into the window. He saw the familiar face of Rosalie, scowling at him from behind her sunglasses. She opened the door and turned her gaze back to the road. Chris wanted to just turn and keep walking, but something about the way she looked at him, beckoned him to jump in the car. He found his seat and shut the door. It wasn't long before she had the car topping out down the road. The drizzle barely had time to hit the windshield before the sheer speed of the car blew it off.

He didn't know where she was taking him, and wasn't sure what she was planning on doing to him when they got there, but the silence pierced his normally calm exterior like a knife. Soon, they were passing through Seattle and the people almost were in disbelief as to seeing a car speeding through. Chris was amazed that not a single cop tried to stop them, even though they would probably never keep up. It wasn't long until they reached another stretch of wooded forest and back roads. Dust bellowing from behind the car made tracking their voyage impossible.

The car came to a stop at a dead end, where the trees themselves seemed to take over the road. Rosalie got out, and Chris soon followed behind her. The walk was as eventful as the car trip out there, as birds and other wildlife seemed to scurry from the fury that was the blonde vampire. They soon arrived at a small mound of dirt, a confederate flag draped over top. The whole scene looked suspended in time, as pollen and other dust could be seen dancing in the lone spot light above. The sun broke through and abnormal hole within the canopy of trees, aimed directly over the mound.

"I am pretty sure you can guess where you are." Rosalie spoke the first words since they had left. Chris had a fairly good idea, being he had frequently visited graveyards back home. This is where Jasper was buried, or where they signified it. He didn't know what to say as he watched Rosalie lean against a tree and just stare at the sight. He walked up to the final resting place of the lost Cullen and knelt down.

"She truly loved him, didn't she?" Chris asked Rosalie, although he was quite sure of the answer even before she nodded her head. Her eyes no longer held the familiar cold hatred she had for him, but instead it was sadness, like even she hadn't fully coped. He didn't know what to say or what to do. He looked at Rosalie and stood up, removing a glove from his hand. She raised her hands up in protest and shook her head.

"Crying is one human trait I am glad to never have again." She said, knowing what he was planning. "We should probably head back, I don't want them thinking I had killed you or something." She gave what appeared to be a crooked smile before turning around and heading in the direction of the car. For a moment, Chris understood her role in the family. He was the older sister, the one that looked out for everyone that wasn't an outsider. The trip back was an uneventful as the trip there. Awkwardly silent, and not much life to be seen. Rosalie looked more lost in thought than concentrated on the road, and Chris was not far in the same direction. His mind wandered to Alice, and how she must have felt, losing the one person she was supposed to spend eternity with. How she seemed to not exist now that Jasper was gone, and when she had a shroud of hope, she became a new her. Chris turned to Rosalie and sighed.

"Do I remind you of Jasper?" Chris had to ask, it would explain why Alice was drawn to him, why she so easily opened up for him. He wondered if she saw him as a replacement, as a new him. Chris didn't want that, nor would he have that, all the more reason to him for leaving.

"Not to me, you don't. Jasper was more to himself than you seem to be. He always tried to play the subtle role in the family, as his power wasn't exactly a big bang." She laughed at Chris's question and shook her head. "I am sure Alice just sees you as new and intresting, something she hasn't figured out yet." Her voice seemed light until they had begun to reach the driveway. Her face darkened and a low growl escaped her lips.

"What is it?" Chris asked, assuming it was another werewolf, or worse.

"Volturi, and they seemed to have a tracking dog." Her foot hit the accelerator as fast as her words came out. Soon they were spinning around in the driveway, both vampires leaping from the car. Rosalie raced inside the house, and Chris was quick to follow, until a figure jumped out of the woods and pinned Chris down. A large wolf was snapping furiously at Chris's neck, trying to find that sweet spot. Chris was at a disadvantage, never having experienced a werewolf before, let alone fighting one. He was able to hold the massive jaws back, but all his strength was concentrated there. As soon as he had given up the fight as ready to just let it win, another force as flung it from atop of him.

Author's Note: Ladies and Gentlemen, your long awaited return. I have a lot of apologies I need to make but I don't think I can name them all without going into another 3,000 words. I had 3 chapters typed, edited and ready for publishing when my laptop crashed. I had lost everything and I have a hard time re-writing chapters because I struggle to write the firsts on. I am however back on the field and with my new program it makes a backup file everyday so I will never lose my chapters again. I am terribly sorry and hope you all still read this.