Sorry it's taken this long. I was hit with a debilitating case of writer's block and the story was at a crossroads; I couldn't decide where to take it. So I hope you like where I'm taking it. Thanks for bearing with Storm Warning this far. You have no idea how much I appreciate each and every reader and especially each and every review.

BPOV

Horror is something one never gets used to.

I am just as terrified now by Jacob's lifeless form splayed in the back, behind me, as I was when I was shoved into the borrowed Tahoe.

Which is now a stolen Tahoe.

Rosalie sat beside me in the back, staring out the window and never meeting my eyes.

Her betrayal burned deep in my soul. I knew she had never taken to me as a potential sister, but I thought her animosity had cooled once I was out of her family's picture. I didn't realize she resented my intrusion into her family so deeply.

But I definitely get where she's coming from.

I understand her reasons perfectly. From her tense conversation with Carlisle as I was forcibly removed from the safety provided by the fractured Cullens, told me all I needed to know.

Rosalie is sacrificing me to keep her family together. To her, I, as a weak human, am something less – something worthless to be thrown away. She knows Emmett, and the rest of the family, will be devastated if Edward, or Alice for that matter, join the Volturi.

By my death, she retains her family and her happiness.

Edward had once told me, back in the golden days when he still loved me, that his family meant everything to Rosalie. Her vampire nature forever barred her from having children and building a family of her own. The Cullens were the next best thing to her, and she defends her family tenaciously.

And now I'm in the back of a stolen Tahoe, the one enduring character from my life that was only inhabited by monsters in my dreams, sitting next to the gloriously beautiful vampire that sold my soul for her family.

JPOV

The waves of confusion, rage, sadness, and in Emmett's case – despair, rolling off everyone makes it hard to concentrate.

As a fighter, I should be able to guess the Volturi guard's next move. They have to get Bella to Volterra before we catch up with them.

Right now, we are in no shape to fight for our lost family member.

Edward is face down in the ditch, his body wracking with tearless sobs. Alice stands motionless, her eyes glazed over, seeing nothing. Esme is crouched by Carlisle, who is sitting next to Edward in the ditch. And Emmett – poor Emmett.

Emmett is standing in the middle of the road. His anguish at the loss of Bella and the betrayal of his wife so great that he is completely still, his inner turmoil only evident to myself.

Carlisle stands, "Get up."

"We must do what we can to save Bella now. We cannot give up on her because one of our own did."

"I'LL KILL HER!" Edward snarls in rage.

A small voice from behind me floated over the last of the wind and rain from the once-raging storm –

"I won't let you."

Emmett walked slowly forward. His shoulders slumped in utter defeat. His voice creaked out from his broken vocal cords – "I will not allow you to slaughter my wife."

"She's killed my soul mate, Emmett! Don't you think that her death is fair justice, mate for mate?"

"No." Emmett's face crumpled. " Take me instead."

"NEVER!" screamed Edward, his body taught with stress, his head cocked in a mix of confusion and rage.

"You did not betray me, Emmett, she did. I will not hurt you because of what she did. SHE chose her side. SHE held Bella against her will. SHE condemned her to die if I do not join the Volturi. Emmett, I will not murder you, but if we don't make it in time to save Bella, I will rip you apart and kill Rose while you rejoin yourself. If we do make it in time, I will join them."

"Edward, no!" shouted Esme. "They cannot be trusted. How do we know they won't kill Bella anyway, after you join?"

I stepped forward to offer my insight and plan.

I faced Edward and Carlisle. "We might have a chance to save her. We will have to leave very soon, book a very fast flight to Italy, and arrive in Volterra some time before the deadline. Then we set up to grab Bella as they move her from the outer walls to their fortress inside the city."

"That could work." Carlisle paused, thoughtfully. "Edward and Alice's abilities would help us immensely and it would catch them off guard, not expecting us until the next day. I know Aro, he will expect me to go before him and make a plea for Bella's life and Edward's freedom.

"You all know I do not condone the taking of any life. In this situation, I will not sanction in violence in the offensive. You must only defend yourselves or Bella. Edward, this also goes for you and Rosalie. I will not allow you to destroy her. We must hear her side, first, before making any decisions."

Edward quickly crossed the clearing to my side, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Do you think we have a chance with this plan? Can we get Bella out alive?"

"I believe we can. Alice and your abilities will help us. The odds are decent."

"Thank you." Edward fervently answered. "Thank you, my brother."

Edward sprinted toward the Vanquish, with Alice right behind. Esme fished out her cell phone and dialed the airline, handing the phone to Carlisle.

Carlisle began book us a flight to Florence, red eye, to arrive tomorrow before noon. We would reach Volterra by mid-afternoon. I could feel Alice begin looking forward in her visions for the Volturi's plan to move Bella.

Esme gently put her arm around Emmett and led him to the Mercedes. He got in back, silent. I was last into the cars, folding my long frame into the Vanquish's seat.

We sped off towards the nearest airport, the last flashes of lightning giving way to blazing stars.

A/N: I promise the next update will not take a month. This story follows me everywhere I go, so hopefully I can appease the writing gods by updating more often. Soooo……. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! Seriously, it makes my day.