A/N: Hey, thanks for all the awesome reviews! I won't say as much as last time, but if this story doesn't "flow" it's because the Devil Wears Prada (Movie) is on, and it is the best movie ever (and G, not because of the Harry Potter seventh book manuscript, though that is a big reason why)! So, enjoy and please review!
Choice
"Edward, make the choice." Emily's voice was high and cruel, as different from the Emily of my memory as humanely possible. "You've only got minutes left."
I was frozen in a state of shock, and only Andrew's loose grip kept me from dashing into the clearing. "Why would she do this to me?" My voice was a broken and defeated whisper.
"It's the bloodlust… The bloodlust." He answered without any conviction in his voice.
"No… She's trying to get back at me." I realized. "I made her a vampire, when in reality she was ready for death. I never was." I straightened my stooped shoulders and dropped Andrew's hand. "Edward can't make the wrong choice."
~*~
1,000 miles away, Alice sat in a college classroom, barely listening to the Harvard professor. She stiffened suddenly and ran from the classroom, collapsing on the nearest bench. As if by magic, Jasper appeared by her side to hold her hand as the vision engulfed her. He sensed the emotions running through her mind, the terror, shock, fear, guilt, and grief. He felt them, but didn't understand them.
Alice sat in uninterrupted silence after the vision had finished. It was one of the most vivid she had ever seen, and somehow she knew that no matter how hard she tried to prevent it, nothing would work. Fate had already decided the path the Cullen's were to tread.
~*~
"Edward, make him a vampire." My voice was stronger than I felt. "Please. And then we have to leave. The Volturi will be here soon." I glanced around, smelling the spilt blood and crushing grief.
"Are you sure?" Edward was surprised; he ran a hand through tousled bronze hair, trying to read my thoughts. I thought of inconsequential things to block him. "Okay. If you're sure this won't cause you any grief…" Hesitantly, he bent down and bit Fred, who lay moaning on the damp grass.
"Time to go." I grabbed Emily's hand, fighting down a feeling of hatred. I would get my revenge for her later. We fled the college campus and headed back to Forks, Washington. There was no hint of the disaster that lay ahead.
~*~
I watched the Cullen vampires leave, towing a transforming human with them. And the girl, the immortal child. This would interest the others greatly. They would believe me, above all others. After all, I was one of the oldest and most mature of the other vampires. Who would distrust me, when others were more prone to lying? I turned away from the college campus and headed to police headquarters. The police would get a call about this soon, and I needed to be there to be able to give the Volturi my report. The Cullen vampires were going to face our wrath, and I, Guinevere, would be at their head.
A/N: Short, I know. Sorry about that! But the big climax is coming up soon, so please review!