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Previously in Unbiased: Edward's breath stops as his eyes zero in on a certain part of the forest. He hears their thoughts. They are close. Not even an eighth of a second later, I hear the light, rhythmic footfalls of the vampires. We all turn to face the forest, to face the three vampires who are now emerging from the line of the forest.

Chapter 14: Humans Are Friends, Not Food.

Two males and one female cautiously made their way towards my family. In the lead is the dark haired male, but close behind him follow the lighter haired male and the female, whose hair reminds vividly of fire. It's so orange. They walk very similarly to how I do, with a feline grace, except I don't look like I am always in a defensive stance. Their eyes are a bright crimson. So similar to how mine used to be, it makes me uncomfortable.

Their darting eyes took us all in, and in an unspoken agreement, they all straightened from their crouched, defensive stances. Both of the males seem mildly laid back, still and easy going, while the female remains almost savage looking, wild and untamed. Her eyes constantly dart around, as if checking every possible angle of the seen in front of her for danger. The olive-skinned male in the front smiles at us, he has a wonderful face. Cropped black hair and a body jam packed in muscle. Not to Emmett's level of course, but he is a nice sight. The other male seems almost… plain… in comparison. A face you would easily forget in a crowd, which is almost unheard of for a vampire, but for hunters, I could imagine how that would come in handy. Yet, despite his average appearance, he obviously was the most vigilant of the three, including the cat lady.

The leader seems the most relaxed. Smiling, he speaks to Carlisle, "We thought we heard a game." I detect a latent French accent in his voice, which, like his appearance, appears relaxed. "I'm Laurent, these are Victoria and James," he gestures to the female and other male.

"I'm Carlisle. This is my family, Emmett and Jasper, Rosalie, Esme and Alice, Edward and Bella, Vailissia and Christian." Clever Carlisle, he pointed us out in groups as to not single any of us out, especially the human child.

"Do you have room for a few more players?" Laurent asks cordially.

"Actually, we were just finishing up. But we'd certainly be interested another time. Are you planning to stay in the area for long?" Carlisle's tone is friendly, relaxed. Not betraying anything he must be feeling on the inside. He gets that from our father.

"We're headed north, in fact, but we were curious to see who was in the neighborhood. We haven't run into any company in a long time." I can imagine, they have bare feet, which are caked in dirt. The wild cat woman has leaves all through her hair. Their clothes are showing some wear and tear. Plus, when a vampire says a while, we mean it. Time passes differently for the immortal.

"No, this region is usually empty except for us the occasional visitor, like yourselves." No wonder I freaked Esme out. They hardly get company. I feel the atmosphere shift subtly. The forced calm the conversation started in has shifted into a peaceful, casual tone. My eyes dart to Jasper. Interesting, I could barely even notice it and I know about his gift. I suspect he is trying to help Carlisle out.

"What's your hunting range?" I almost burst into a fit of giggles, but control myself just as quickly.

"The Olympic Range here, up and down the Coast Ranges on occasion. We keep a permanent residence nearby. There is another permanent settlement like ours up near Denali." Who the fuck is in Denali?

Laurent seems a little shocked at the news. "Permanent? How do you manage that?" Genuine curiosity is tugging at his voice.

"Why don't you come back to our home with us and we can talk comfortably?" A.K.A, let's get ya'll away from the tasty human. "It's a rather long story."

At the mention of a home, two behind Laurent share a startled look; I guess it's been a quick minute since they were last in one. Laurent doesn't outwardly show any surprise to the sentiment.

"That sounds very interesting, and welcome." His face broke into a legitimately cheerful smile, it enhanced his attractiveness exponentially. "We've been on the hunt all the way down from Ontario, and we haven't had the chance to clean up in a while." Yeah, I'll say. His eyes dart over our cleanly appearance.

"Please don't take offense, but we'd appreciate it if you'd refrain from hunting in this immediate area. We have to stay inconspicuous, you understand," Carlisle's tone is mild, explanatory.

"Of course," Laurent nods in understanding. "We certainly won't encroach on your territory. We just ate outside of Seattle, anyway," laughter follows his brash statement. I see Bella flinch from my peripheral vision. Carlisle ignores the last part entirely.

"We'll show you the way if you'd like to run with us – Emmett and Alice, you can go with Edward and Bella to get the Jeep," he says it casually, but the entire situation has just gone to shit once he finished his sentence. The breeze slid through Bella's hair, and we were down wind, not good. Secondly, Edward tensed to almost a breaking point, probably due to one of the newcomer's thoughts. Thirdly, James decides to be an asshole. His gaze immediately locks on Bella like that of a hound on a rabbit, his nostrils taking in her scent. We all froze, except the asshole, who decides to lurch forward into a crouch, never-fucking-mind the ten vampires surrounding the human girl. Edward bares his teeth at the threat, crouching in front of Bella, his expression promising violence to any who try to take her from him. He snarls in warning, a territorial display but also a promise, like his expression. Bella blanches. Only a second has passed since Carlisle finished speaking.

"What's this?" Laurent's expression is one of incredulity. James and Edward are still tensed aggressively and James flits to the side while Edward simultaneously shifts to match him.

"She's with us." Carlisle's tone is firm, directed at James. As Bella's scent wafts towards Laurent, understanding brushes across his features. Its impact on him is noticeably less than what it was on James.

"You brought a snack?" He takes a step forward, without even being to help himself. Edward loses his shit and snarls louder, harsher. His gleaming teeth bared in a pure and dangerous warning. Laurent steps back, regaining control over himself. It seems he does not wish to start a fight. Understandably of course. He knows he will lose.

"I said she's with us," Carlisle corrects him in a cold, hard voice. This situation deserves popcorn. Edward stiffens at my thought but doesn't take his eyes off of James, who is gauging Edward and Bella with a calculating expression. I see an undercurrent of amusement as well. This is a game to him.

"But she's human," Laurent's tone isn't aggressive, merely flabbergasted.

"Yes." Emmett is staring at James, taking his measure. He looks bigger than he usually does. James slowly stands erect, his eyes never leaving Bella's as he moves, nostrils still flared. Edward stays in his defensive position, his narrowed eyes never leaving James.

My eyes flit towards Laurent, who seems to realize that if a fight breaks out, it won't be good for his side. He speaks, his words low and soothing, attempting to sound as nonthreatening as possible, "It appears we have a lot to learn about each other."

"Indeed." Carlisle's tone could freeze Death Valley in the middle of July.

"But we'd like to accept your invitation." His eyes dart towards Bella before refocusing on Carlisle. "And, of course, we will not harm the human girl. We won't hunt in your range, as I said." I wish I could take a picture of the look on James' face. I'd label it, 'When your mother hits you for something your sibling did'.

Carlisle takes in Laurent's expression, his honest sincerity, calculating the risk before saying, "We'll show you the way. Jasper, Rosalie, Esme, Christian?" They surround Carlisle, effectively blocking Bella from the newcomer's view as they grouped up. Alice and I sprint to Bella's side, while Emmett walks backwards towards us, never taking his eyes off James and never relaxing his tense muscles.

"Let's go, Bella." I didn't like the subtle message his voice carried. Apparently, the disaster was not adverted. Like a deer in headlights, Bella doesn't move, startled into stillness. Edward grips her elbow and lightly tugs her away from the group, walking back to their jeep. Emmett, Alice and I form a wall to keep James' gaze from being able to follow Bella's retreat. Which is slow because this human doesn't have an ounce of self-preservation and lacks sufficient coordination. Edward's impatience is almost a living entity among us. As soon as we hit the trees, Edward's impatience wins out and he slings the human unceremoniously onto his back and brakes into an impressive sprint. Holy. Shit. That boy can move. It's all Alice, Emmett and I can to do to keep him within eyesight. That wasn't good enough; we lost sight of him within seconds, his anger obviously pushing him to break the sound barrier. We got to the jeep in time to see Edward just toss her in like a rag doll.

"Strap her in," He snarls at Emmett while I climb in beside him. Alice is already sitting in the front seat and Edward flies in and starts the engine in the same movement. Edward took driving lessons from Jeff Gordon. Driving like a maniac aside, he is also slurring out a string of profanities so quickly that Bella probably can't even understand them. This drive could be its own attraction at an amusement park, if I was a human, I would have vomited already. Edward hits the main road and increases the speed another thirty miles per hour. We are heading south, away from Forks. Getting the human out of the danger zone. Got it.

"Where are we going?" Bella asks to everyone. None of us answer. She obviously must be going through some type of mental shock that makes it impossible for her to understand the rational decision to get her away from danger. That's what I'm going to tell myself anyways.

"Dammit, Edward! Where are you taking me?"

"We have to get you away from here – far away – now." The speedometer is touching one-o-five now. I love speeding. Bella just looks like she got socked in the face.

"Turn around! You have to take me home!" She screams at him. What on Earth is wrong with this fucking child? She's probably the type to walk through a dangerous city at night. I see Edward nod minutely; it doesn't catch the shrieking human's attention. Huh, she is a magnet for catastrophe. Said human is now attempting – and failing- to get out of the harness. This is honestly hilarious. I almost take pity on her. Almost.

"Vail," I look at Edward and nod. I grab the teenager's hands in a steely vice grip and pin them above her head. Her struggles are in vain.

"No! Edward! No, you can't do this." He just did, Jesus, do you shut up? Ever?

"I have to, Bella, now please be quiet." Yes, please.

"I won't! You have to take me back – Charlie will call the FBI! They'll be all over your family – Carlisle and Esme! They'll have to leave, to hide forever!" Not stupid, just selfless to a lethal degree then. Which is still stupid actually.

"Calm down, Bella." Ice is dripping from his words, "We've been there before." I briefly wonder who fell of the wagon recently.

"Not over me, you don't! You're not ruining everything over me!" She struggles pitifully against my grip, it's cute. She is like an angry little kitten who thinks she is a lion.

"Edward, pull over." I stare incredulously at Alice. What do you got fortune teller? Edward just glares at her and the bastard makes the speedometer go up a few more notches. This is immensely satisfying.

"Edward, let's just talk this through."

"You don't understand," I think the car vibrates from his roar… I'm not entirely sure though. "He's a tracker, Alice, did you see that? He's a tracker!" I stiffen, as do Alice and Emmett. Well, Bella is fucked. Where ever she goes in the world, James will find her. It's an obsession. Compulsory.

With a commanding tone, Alice tells Edward to pull over again and again he doesn't listen. The jeep lurches forward, going faster.

"Do it, Edward."

"Listen to me, Alice. I saw his mind. Tracking is his passion, his obsession – and he wants her, Alice – her, specifically. He begins the hunt tonight." She's dead. Poor Edward. No wonder he is almost feral.

"He doesn't know where –" He cuts her off.

"How long do you think it will take him to cross her scent in town? His plan was already set before the words were out of Laurent's mouth." A lightbulb goes off in the humans head, I hear her gasp in horror and understanding.

"Charlie! You can't leave him there! You can't leave him!" She wriggles futilely against the harness and my hands. Who the hell is Charlie?

"She's right," Alice says. The car slows a tad.

"Let's just look at our options for a minute," Alice's tone is soothing, like one uses when speaking to an injured animal. The car slows more, and then Edward pulls it onto the shoulder of the road. For me, the stop was hardly noticeable. For Bella, well… I think she may have gotten whiplash.

"There are no options," Edward all but snarls.

"I'm not leaving Charlie!" Can someone pass me a gag? Edward's mouth twitches but he ignored the human completely. I wish I could.

"We have to take her back," I shift to give Emmett a look that plainly says what I think about that. 'I will gag you too mother fucker, don't encourage her.'

"No." Edward's tone left no room for question. It didn't help him.

"He's no match for us, Edward. He won't be able to touch her."

"He'll wait." Yes. Yes he will.

Emmett's grin reminds me of a wolf cornering its prey, "I can wait, too." Ugh, I don't want to babysit this petulant child.

"You didn't see – you don't understand. Once he commits to a hunt, he's unshakeable. We'd have to kill him." That is a problem, why?

Emmett's expression mirrors my thoughts, "That's an option."

"And the female. She's with him. If it turns into a fight, the leader will go with them, too."

"There are enough of us." Emmett has a point. I'm already excited. I haven't had a good rip and tear match since the 19th century.

"There's another option," Alice murmurs. Edward's expression is promising unmerciful violence when it turns on her.

"There – is – no – other – option!" He spits through his bared teeth. Feisty. I smirk and laugh at the shocked expressions on Bella and Emmett's faces. Alice doesn't seem to tossed by it. They have a staring contest for about a good minute before Bella chimes in.

"Does anyone want to hear my plan?"

"No," Edward and I say in sync. I remember why I hate humans. They are so… Ignorant.

Alice shoots us glares.

"Listen, you take me back." She requests, while Edward snarls, "No." She glares at him for a moment before pushing on with her initial sentence. "You take me back. I tell my dad I want to go home to Phoenix. I pack my bags. We wait till this tracker is watching, and then we run. He'll follow us and leave Charlie alone. Charlie won't call the FBI on your family. Then you can take me any damned place you want." Solid plan. I like it. Everyone else is trying to get over their shock that the human actually provide something decent.

With enough surprise in his voice to border on insult, Emmett says, "It's not a bad idea, really."

"It might work – and we simply can't leave her father unprotected. You know that," Alice said reprovingly. So Charlie is the girl's father. Ok, makes sense now.

"It's too dangerous – I don't want him within a hundred miles of her." He sounds like a sulking teenager.

Confidence is flowing off Emmett in tangible waves, "Edward, he's not getting through us."

Alice's eyes slide in and out of focus as she shifts through the future, "I don't see him attacking. He'll try to wait for us to leave her alone."

"It won't take long for him to realize that's not going to happen."

"I demand that you take me home." Someone here really needs to invest in a gag. This human is annoying me. Edward too it seems, for he is pressing his fingers to his temples as he squeezes his eyes shut. Score one for the first vampire migraine ever.

"Please," she murmurs softly.

Without opening his eyes, he relents, "You're leaving tonight, whether the tracker sees or not. You tell Charlie that you can't stand another minute in Forks. Tell him whatever story works. Pack the first things your hands touch, and then get in your truck. I don't care what he says to you. You have fifteen minutes. Do you hear me? Fifteen minutes from the time you cross the doorstep." Game on, tracker.