Authors Notes: Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long, had a bit of writer's block. Also I've been getting a friend to help with this story and improve it.
By the way, Chocolate won! But if you talk to me very nicely, I might continue with the others. So, I'm expecting a few emails. LOL.
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Chapter 23 – Despair
"We have to leave," I firmly decided, for what seemed like the fifteenth time.
"No, we have to stay together! They'll know about you guys anyway, the minute Aro touches one of us!" Edward argued. We were standing, nose to nose, our breaths heavy on the other's faces.
We had been arguing for hours, trying desperately to find the best alternative to our imminent deaths. Sasha had stormed out an hour before, muttering darkly under her breath. Embry had followed her, without so much as a glare in our direction.
"Well, how the hell are we supposed to defend ourselves from the almighty, power hungry, bloodthirsty, really scary vampires, huh?" I mocked.
Just then, Embry decided to make his appearance, bursting through the door in a mass of wood splinters. We looked at him in confusion.
"Sasha's gone!" he cried, sinking to his knees, pulling at his hair with clawed hands, his eyes darting about frantically.
No...
"Why did she leave?" Rosalie gasped.
"She doesn't want it to happen to her again... she couldn't bear it if her family died a second time round..." tears rolled endlessly down my cheeks.
Edward sat heavily beside me, collecting me in his tone arms and holding me tight against his cold body.
"We'll be okay, Bella, I promise," he whispered, but it was empty. And we all knew it.
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As the day for the Volturi's arrival drew nearer, we began to prepare ourselves. The pack agreed to stand beside us, and Carlisle contacted many of his friends, pleading for them to stand beside us. We learnt a little more as to why they were coming; apparently within all the vampire gossip, they had heard of Edward's "pet human," and had come to investigate.
Perhaps the only good fortune that we had was that we had a month to prepare. We didn't know whether it was good or bad that only a small group was coming to investigate. Good because we may be able to defend ourselves; bad because perhaps the reason they came with a small group was because they were so able fighters, they were able to take us down with ease.
With no word from Sasha, despair settled heavily upon us.
Late one night, an idea formed in my head, and I realised that maybe I could save my only daughter from the death that hovered above us. I just had to wait for the right moment...
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