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1.5 Months Later
The last month or so was basically a repetition of these last few days- Practice fighting and powers, strategize, a few strangers joining "The Resistance", as we were being called now, and then we strategize again. Sure, we had our dramas every once and a while, but we tried our best to ingnore our occasional disputes with us Raidon, of Japan, and the wolves. It was essential that we stick together. The date Alice saw for us was set. July 22nd. The anxiety of how the day creeped closer every second was heavy on my shoulders. It was easier to focus on someone else's troubles; more specifically Michele's.
Michele's telekinsis wasn't exactley mastered. She had to be angry to get the best results. It wasn't hard to make her angry. I sat in the Denali's back porch with my knees pulled up to my chest. My elbows were on my knees and my hands held up my face. The Alaskan sky was just setting. Michele was with my mom and dad. jacob stood casually to the side, his hands tucked in his pockets. They were helping her practice, but she was very easily bacame frustrated with herself. Everyone else claimed to be busy or left suddenly to hunt. Our company wasn't oblivious to Michele's anger issues.
"Focus all your energy, all your hate, on lifting Bella," Dad said to her in a quiet calm tone. We felt Michele's power could give us a great advantage- and surprise against the Volturi.
"I'm ... trying," Michele replied through her teeth. Mom lifted a tiny bit into the air, before dropping to the snow covered ground. She landed on her side and gracefully pushing up on her arm and landing upward into a standing position.
"Piss me off!" Michele nearly shouted at Mom.
"Excuse me?"
"I said piss me off!"
"Just call her something nasty," Dad muttered in a half amused, half irritated voice.
Mom called Michele every bad word I knew, including a few I don't. I struggled to hold back my laughter. Dad glanced at me with his eyebrow raised. I pressed my lips in a tight line and pretended to lock my lips and throw away the key. Dad rolled his eyes and looked back over to Mom who still hadn't finished her explicit rant. The others must of responded to the profanity
Mom finally finished and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry!" she whispered in her chime-like voice.
Michele's eyes were blazing as she turned her palm up and jerked it upward. Simotaniously my mother flew up hundreds of feet in th air. Michele let her hand swing back to her side and yawned.
"That's enough for today, I suppose," she said with her French twang. She flipped her hair and walked past me and the audience with a smug smile on her pale features.
Michele turned around suddenly. "You might want to catch her... She'll be down in ... 3 ... 2 ... 1." Dad caught Mom at the exact moment Michele pursed her lips. She was trying to hide a smile. She strutted back into the Denali's home. I let my laughter bubble out. The others joined me hesitantly.
A few of the gifteds came out to the yard to practice projecting. Kate liked to help with that, so my parents left that job to her. Kate was the best... motivator. She definately knew how to rub people the wrong way. She was especially intrigued with Udo's mind control...
My stomach rumbled suddenly. I groaned as I waltzed into the kitchen to get human food. Jacob followed me in. Sometimes I feel a certain... need for regular food. It was disgusting, no doubt, but it filled me up longer than blood.
Everyone in the big house was tense. All except for Emmett and were perfectly at ease, flipping aimlessly through the channels on TV. An outsider would have thought we were a perfectly normal vampire family. The thought was unsettling, but silly at the same time. Were we being over confident? I shook the idea away. Rose is always over confident. I half-laughed internally.
"What are you thinking about?" Jacob asked suddenly. His eyes studdied my face.
"I was just- I was doubting our ability to win the fight," I admitted. There was no point in lying. I couldn't lie to save my life.
"You sure are Bella's kid."
My eyes were questioning as I peered up at his face.
"She used to talk like that. Every time there was a fight there was your mom, prepared with a never ending list of why we shouldn't fight," he justified. "Always doubting our abilities."
"You say that like you had a fight weekly," I said. My eyebrows pulled forward slightly.
"Yeah, pretty much every week," he laughed. "It was usually Bella's fault, too."
Just then Mom and Dad walked in the house, hand-in-hand. Mom let go of his hand and danced to Jacob's side.
"They were sooo not every week!" she said slappinghis shoulder with the back of her hand. Jake pretended to wince.
"It was always your fault, though," he said with a grin. Mom rolled her eyes. In a blink Dad was with here too.
"I take full blame for every fight that occured during Bella's humanity," he said in the same joking voice Mom and Jake had been using.
"Find share the blame. Doesn't matter anyways. The kid was curious." I laughed uncontrollably. It really wasn't that funny. Maybe it was that I hadn't been able to relax much, what with the house full of vampires.
Our company usually came and went as they pleased, so it wasn't completely crowded. They all promised they would be here for the fight and that was all that mattered to us.
July 18th
Four more days. Our seemingly unending time was almost up. Alice's speech seemed to have been forever ago, but it rang in my ears like it had the first time I heard it. Where did the time go?
Grandma and Grandpa weren't home. They were making arrangements. I was afraid to ask what the arrangements were. Knowing them, they were planning for the worst case senario.
I sat on the couch with my feet pulled up toward me. The news was on, and alot of us - vampires and wolves - were watching.
"A Brazilian masacrre has been going on for weeks with no explanation. We have no leads on the group that is responsible, if it is a group at all. 1,542 dead to date," the male newscastor said expressionlessly. "The bodies are brutally bruised, but none of the bodies seem to have had bllood spilt from them... and each were some kind of scientist linked to or involved in the theroy that Neptune maybe liquid diamond. No word yet on what this could possibly mean. It is indeed a sad time in Brazil."
"We were just in Brazil," I said placing my hand to my cheek. My heartbeat accelerated. It was at faster pace than usual.
"I don't think it has anything to do with our kind," Charlotte muttered from behind me. "Wouldn't be a drop of blood left."
Garrett nodded. "Nothing to fear," he said, patting my head. I grimaced and ran my hand down the long lemgth of my hair.
"I doubt Neptune is really liquid diamond. That's very far fetched," Tanya said with a raised eyebrow.
"So are vampires," I muttered.