Anna's body, streaming with red, started to twitch, jerking around in Royal's arms like she was being

electrocuted. All the while, her face was blank - unconscious. It was the wild thrashing from inside the center of her body that moved her. As she convulsed, sharp snaps and cracks kept time with the spasms.

Royal and Elsa were frozen for the shortest half second, and then they broke. Royal whipped Anna's body into his arms, and, shouting so fast it was hard to separate the individual words, he and Elsa shot up the staircase to the second floor.

I sprinted after them.

"Morphine!" Elsa yelled at Royal.

"Alice - get Carlisle on the phone!" Royal screeched.

The room I followed them to looked like an emergency ward set up in the middle of a library. The lights were brilliant and white. Anna was on a table under the glare, skin ghostly in the spotlight. Her body flopped, a fish on the sand. Royal pinned Anna down, yanking and ripping her clothes out of the way, while Elsa stabbed a syringe into her arm.

How many times had I imagined her naked? Now I couldn't look. I was afraid to have these memories in my head.

"What's happening, Elsa?"

"He's suffocating!"

"The placenta must have detached!"

Somewhere in this, Anna came around. She responded to their words with a shriek that clawed at my eardrums.

"Get him OUT!" she screamed. "He can't BREATHE! Do it NOW!"

I saw the red spots pop out when her scream broke the blood vessels in her eyes.

'The morphine - ," Elsa growled.

"NO! NOW - !" Another gush of blood choked off what she was shrieking. She held her head up, desperately trying to clear her mouth so that she could breathe again.

Alice darted into the room and clipped a little blue earpiece under Royal's hair. Then Alice backed away, her gold eyes wide and burning, while Royal hissed frantically into the phone.

In the bright light, Anna's skin seemed more purple and black than it was white. Deep red was seeping beneath the skin over the huge, shuddering bulge of her stomach. Royal's hand came up with a scalpel.

"Let the morphine spread!" Elsa shouted at him.

"There's no time," Royal hissed. "He's dying!"

His hand came down on Anna's stomach, and vivid red spouted out from where he pierced the skin. It was like a bucket being turned over, a faucet twisted to full. Anna jerked, but didn't scream. She was still choking.

And then Royal lost his focus. I saw the expression on his face shift, saw his lips pull back from his teeth and his black eyes glint with thirst.

"No, Roy!" Elsa roared, but her hands were trapped, trying to prop Anna upright so she could breathe.

I launched myself at Royal, jumping across the table without bothering to phase. As I hit his stone body, knocking him toward the door, I felt the scalpel in his hand stab deep into my left arm. My right palm smashed against his face, locking his jaw and blocking his airways.

I used my grip on Royal's face to swing his body out so that I could land a solid kick in his gut; it was like kicking concrete. he flew into the door frame, buckling one side of it. The little speaker in his ear crackled into pieces. Then Alice was there, yanking him by the throat to get him into the hall.

And I had to give it to Blondie - he didn't put up an ounce of fight. he wanted us to win. he let me trash him like that, to save Anna. Well, to save the thing.

I ripped the blade out of my arm.

'Alice, get him out of here!" Elsa shouted. "Take him to Jasper and keep him there! Kristoff, I need you!"

I didn't watch Alice finish the job. I wheeled back to the operating table, where Anna was turning blue, her eyes wide and staring.

"CPR?" Elsa growled at me, fast and demanding.

"Yes!"

I judged her face swiftly, looking for any sign that she was going to react like Royal. There was nothing but single-minded ferocity.

"Get her breathing! I've got to get him out before - "

Another shattering crack inside her body, the loudest yet, so loud that we both froze in shock waiting for her answering shriek. Nothing. Her legs, which had been curled up in agony, now went limp, sprawling out in an unnatural way.

"Her spine," she choked in horror. Dear god it broke her spine!!

"Get it out of her!" I snarled, flinging the scalpel at her. "She won't feel anything now!"

And then I bent over her head. Her mouth looked clear, so I pressed mine to hers and blew a lungful of air into it. I felt her twitching body expand, so there was nothing blocking her throat.

Her lips tasted like blood. Then as I was blowing into her mouth she again vomited blood.

I could hear her heart, thumping unevenly. Keep it going, I thought fiercely at her, blowing another gust of air into her body. You promised. Keep your heart beating.

I heard the soft, wet sound of the scalpel across her stomach. More blood dripping to the floor.

The next sound jolted through me, unexpected, terrifying. Like metal being shredded apart. The sound brought back the fight in the clearing so many months ago, the tearing sound of the newborns being ripped apart. I glanced over to see Elsa's face pressed against the bulge. Vampire teeth - a surefire way to cut through vampire skin. Anna screamed as Elsa teeth cut through her stomach Then coughed up blood again.

I shuddered as I blew more air into Anna.

She coughed back at me, her eyes blinking, rolling blindly.

"You stay with me now, Anna!" I yelled at her. "Do you hear me? Stay! You're not leaving me. Keep your heart beating!"

Her eyes wheeled, looking for me, or her, but seeing nothing.

I stared into them anyway, keeping my gaze locked there.

And then her body was suddenly still under my hands, though her breathing picked up roughly and her heart continued to thud. I realized the stillness meant that it was over. The internal beating was over. It must be out of her.

It was.

Elsa whispered, "Renesmee."

So Anna'd been wrong. It wasn't the boy she'd imagined. No big surprise there. What hadn't she been wrong about?

I didn't look away from her red-spotted eyes, but I felt her hands lift weakly.

"Let me...," she croaked in a broken whisper. "Give her to me."

I guess I should have known that she would always give her what she wanted, no matter how stupid her request might be. But I didn't dream she would listen to her now. So I didn't think to stop her.

Something warm touched my arm. That right there should have caught my attention. Nothing felt warm to me.

But I couldn't look away from Anna's face. She blinked and then stared, finally seeing something. She moaned out a strange, weak croon.

"Renes... mee. So... beautiful."

And then she gasped - gasped in pain.

By the time I looked, it was too late. Elsa had snatched the warm, bloody thing out of her limp arms. My eyes flickered across her skin. It was red with blood - the blood that had flowed from her mouth, the blood smeared all over the creature, and fresh blood welling out of a tiny double-crescent bite mark just over her left breast.

"No, Renesmee," Elsa murmured, like she was teaching the monster manners.

I didn't look at her or it. I watched only Anna as her eyes rolled back into her head.

With a last dull ga-lump, her heart faltered and went silent.

She missed maybe half of one beat, and then my hands were on her chest, doing compressions, i counted in my head, trying to keep the rhythm steady. One. Two. Three. Four.

Breaking away for a second, I blew another lungful of air into her.

I couldn't see anymore. My eyes were wet and blurry. But I was hyperaware of the sounds in the room. Theunwillingglug-glug of her heart under my demanding hands, the pounding of my own heart, and another - a fluttering beat that was too fast, too light. I couldn't place it.

I forced more air down Anna's throat.

"What are you waiting for?" I choked out breathlessly, pumping her heart again. One. Two. Three. Four.

"Take the baby," Elsa said urgently.

'Throw it out the window." One. Two. Three. Four.

"Give her to me," a low voice chimed from the doorway.

Elsa and I snarled at the same time.

One. Two. Three. Four.

"I've got it under control," Royal promised. "Give me the baby, Elsa. ill take care of her until Anna ..."

I breathed for Anna again while the exchange took place. The fluttering thumpa-thumpa-thumpa faded away with distance.

"Move your hands, Kristoff."

I looked up from Anna's white eyes, still pumping her heart for her. Elsa had a syringe in her hand- all silver, like it was made from steel.

"What's that?"

Her stone hand knocked mine out of the way. There was a tiny crunch as her blow broke my little finger. In the same second, she shoved the needle straight into her heart.

"My venom," she answered as she pushed the plunger down.

I heard the jolt in her heart, like she'd shocked her with paddles.

Damn it"Keep it moving,!!!" she ordered. Her voice was ice, was dead. Fierce and unthinking. Like she was a

machine.

I ignored the healing ache in my finger and started pumping her heart again. It was harder, as if her blood was congealing there - thicker and slower. While I pushed the now-viscous blood through her arteries, I watched what she was doing.

It was like she was kissing her, brushing her lips at her throat, at her wrists, into the crease at the inside of her arm. But I could hear the lush tearing of her skin as her teeth bit through, again and again, forcing venom into her system at as many points as possible. I saw her pale tongue sweep along the bleeding gashes, but before this could make me either sick or angry, I realized what she was doing. Where her tongue washed the venom over her skin, it sealed shut. Holding the poison and the blood inside her body.

I blew more air into her mouth, but there was nothing there. Just the lifeless rise of her chest in response. I kept pumping her heart, counting, while she worked manically over her, trying to put her back together. All the king's horses and all the king's men...

But there was nothing there, just me, just her.

Working over a corpse.

Because that's all that was left of the girl we both loved. This broken, bled-out, mangled corpse. We couldn't put Anna together again.

I knew it was too late. I knew she was dead. I knew it for sure because the pull was gone. I didn't feel any reason to be here beside her. She wasn't here anymore. So this body had no more draw for me. The senseless need to be near her had vanished.

Or maybe moved was the better word. It seemed like I felt the pull from the opposite direction now. From down the stairs, out the door. The longing to get away from here and never, ever come back.

"Go, then," she snapped, and she hit my hands out of the way again, taking my place this time. Three fingers broken, it felt like.

I straightened them numbly, not minding the throb of pain.

She pushed her dead heart faster than I had.

"She's not dead," she growled. "She's going to be fine."

I wasn't sure she was talking to me anymore.

Turning away, leaving her with her dead, I walked slowly to the door. So slowly. I couldn't make my feet move faster.

This was it, then. The ocean of pain. The other shore so far away across the boiling water that I couldn't imagine it, much less see it.

I felt empty again, now that I'd lost my purpose. Saving Anna had been my fight for so long now. And she wouldn't be saved. She'd willingly sacrificed herself to be torn apart by that monster's young, and so the fight was lost. It was all over.

I shuddered at the sound coming from behind me as I plodded down the stairs - the sound of a dead heart being forced to thud.

I wanted to somehow pour bleach inside my head and let it fry my brain. To burn away the images left from Anna's final minutes. I'd take the brain damage if I could get rid of that - the screaming, the bleeding, the unbearable crunching and snapping as the newborn monster tore through her from the inside out_

I wanted to sprint away, to take the stairs ten at a time and race out the door, but my feet were heavy as iron and my body was more tired than it had ever been before. I shuffled down the stairs like a crippled old man.

I rested at the bottom step, gathering my strength to get out the door.

Royal was on the clean end of the white sofa, his back to me, cooing and murmuring to the blanket-wrapped thing in his arms. he must have heard me pause, but he ignored me, caught up in his moment of stolen

fatherhood. Maybe he would be happy now. Royal had what he wanted, and Anna would never come to take the creature from him. I wondered if that's what the poisonous blonde had been hoping for all along.

he held something dark in his hands, and there was a greedy sucking sound coming from the tiny murderer he held.

The scent of blood in the air. Human blood. Royal was feeding it. Of course it would want blood. What else would you feed the kind of monster that would brutally mutilate its own mother? It might as well have been drinking Anna's blood. Maybe it was.

My strength came back to me as I listened to the sound of the little executioner feeding.

Strength and hate and heat - red heat washing through my head, burning but erasing nothing. The images in my head were fuel, building up the inferno but refusing to be consumed. I felt the tremors rock me from head to toe, and I did not try to stop them.

Royal was totally absorbed in the creature, paying no attention to me at all. he wouldn't be quick enough to stop me, distracted as he was.

Sam had been right. The thing was an aberration - its existence went against nature. A black, soulless demon. Something that had no right to be.

Something that had to be destroyed.

It seemed like the pull had not been leading to the door after all. I could feel it now, encouraging me, tugging me forward. Pushing me to finish this, to cleanse the world of this abomination.

Royal would try to kill me when the creature was dead, and I would fight back. I wasn't sure if I would have time to finish him before the others came to help. Maybe, maybe not. I didn't much care either way.

I didn't care if the wolves, either set, avenged me or called the Cullens' justice fair. None of that mattered. All I cared about was my own justice. My revenge. The thing that had killed Anna would not live another minute longer.

If Anna'd survived, she would have hated me for this. She would have wanted to kill me personally.

But I didn't care. She didn't care what she had done to me - letting herself be slaughtered like an animal. Why should I take her feelings into account?

And then there was Elsa. She must be too busy now - too far gone in her insane denial, trying to reanimate a corpse - to listen to my plans.

So I wouldn't get the chance to keep my promise to her, unless - and it was not a wager I'd put money on - I managed to win the fight against Royal, Jasper, and Alice, three on one. But even if I did win, I didn't think I had it in me to kill Elsa.

Because I didn't have enough compassion for that. Why should I let her get away from what she'd done? Wouldn't it be more fair - more satisfying - to let her live with nothing, nothing at all?

It made me almost smile, as filled with hate as I was, to imagine it. No Anna. No killer spawn. And also missing as many members of her family as I was able to take down. Of course, she could probably put those back together, since i wouldn't be around to burn them. Unlike Anna, who would never be whole again.

I wondered if the creature could be put back together. I doubted it. It was part Anna, too - so it must have inherited some of her vulnerability. I could hear that in the tiny, thrumming beat of its heart.

Its heart was beating. Hers wasn't.

Only a second had passed as I made these easy decisions.

The trembling was getting tighter and faster. I coiled myself, preparing to spring at the blond vampire and rip the murderous thing from his arms with my teeth.

Royal cooed at the creature again, setting the empty metal bottle-thing aside and lifting the creature into the air to nuzzle his face against its cheek.

Perfect. The new position was perfect for my strike. I leaned forward and felt the heat begin to change me while the pull toward the killer grew - it was stronger than I'd ever felt it before, so strong it reminded me of an Alpha's command, like it would crush me if I didn't obey.

This time I wanted to obey.

The murderer stared past Royal's shoulder at me, its gaze more focused than any newborn creature's gaze should be.

Warm silver blue eyes, the color of the sky- the exact same color that Anna's had been.

My shaking jerked to a stop; heat flooded through me, stronger than before, but it was a new kind of heat - not a burning.

It was a glowing.

Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half-vampire, half-human baby. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second - snip, snip, snip - and floated up into space.

I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was.

Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing- to the very center of the universe.

I could see that now - how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain.

The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood.

It was the baby girl in the blond vampire's arms that held me here now.

Renesmee.

From upstairs, there was a new sound. The only sound that could touch me in this endless instant. A frantic pounding, a racing beat...

A changing heart.

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