Ahhhhh The chapter you have all been waiting for. Be sure to let a mild mannered mother of two know if she has met your expectations. Once again none of the characters belong to me except for Victor and his coven.

Chapter 14 – For Love and Honor

Carlisle POV

"Carlisle where are you?" Esme screamed as she ran from Victor. He was laughing at her hysteria. "Carlisle!" she screamed again and I felt my anger explode into the entirety of the caverns.

Then Jacob let out a loud barking growl that sent chills through my spine. Esme turned a corner and I saw her gasp when she saw us. I grabbed her and held her to me. I did not miss the torn blouse and that her precious lips had been bruised. She was sobbing and shaking like I have never seen before in my life. I dropped the club and held my unhappy wife in my arms. Jacob stood on guard as I held her. Victor ran around the corner in pursuit of my wife and was stunned at the sight of seeing me.

"Shhh. I got you baby. I am right here," I soothed her as I held her to me.

Seeing her flinch when Victor arrived, I knew without a shadow of a doubt what must have taken place. I wanted her out of here.

"Jacob, I need you to come and get my wife and take her to safety," I commanded.

"No! No, no, no, no! Please Carlisle, don't leave me again," Esme pleaded showing definite panic in her eyes. "Please, I just got you back. Please come with us. Don't make me leave you again. Please, Carlisle I thought you were dead. Please, this is not like you my love. Please Carlisle."

"Jacob! Get her out of here now!" I bellowed. I heard what she was saying and my heart wrenched at her panic and fear. But this maniac had just tried to rape my wife. I wanted her away from here with what I was about to do. I did not want my wife to have to see me give in to such an uncontrollable rage.

"Yes Sir!" Jacob replied immediately as he returned after having phased back into his human form and dressed. He scooped up my Esme in his arm and ran with her sobbing, shaking, body away from the caverns.

"You just refuse to stay dead, don't you, Carlisle? This time you will not walk away. I don't know why you would want to anyway. Your family is gone and so is mine. I released a bunch of red eyes to take them all out and they should have finished the job by now." He smirked with his self important air of arrogance at me.

"Red eyes?" I asked. "Do you mean newborns? Freshly made vampires?" I asked in shock.

"Yes, I most certainly do and your boys were there, as well as two of your daughters. There is no way they could escape my 10 new vampires," he gloated trying to bait me into a hurried reaction.

He failed to realize he was letting me know that everything was alright. If it was two of my girls, that would be Alice and Bella. Which also meant that Edward and Jasper were here; and Emmett would never miss a fight, so Rosalie must have stayed behind to care for Nessie and watch the home front which would explain why Jacob was here to help dig me out. 10 newborns against my boys along with Alice and Bella was not even a fair fight. Victor had no idea. He was already dead, even if I didn't kill him which I fully intended to, my boys would not allow this person to exist any longer.

As we each circled the other trying to size one another up, we bantered trying to get the upper hand mentally as well as physically. "Unless you planned on fully incapacitating them there is no way your newborns could have taken out my children. They are too well trained for that," I remarked a bit smugly, if not proudly.

"I imagine they would find it difficult to fight when my coven member froze their bodies so the red eyes could dispose of them," he retorted viciously. He fell into a crouch as if ready to attack. I countered his move ready to defend myself.

"Not if my daughter Bella was present. She is a powerful shield, able to block any kind of mind control dished out by any other vampire," I countered verbally once again.

I saw the change come over his face now. Whereas he was trying to provoke me into reacting hastily and without thought, it was he that reacted rashly. He realized that all his plans may have been thwarted by my family unit and his anger got the best of him. He rushed forward to attack me and I sidestepped him quickly, grabbed his arm and pulled him toward me as I swung him face first into the nearest wall.

The impact was so great, it sounded as if an explosion erupted inside the cave. Pieces of rocks and bones showered to the floor of the cavern as he hit the wall a second time as I had not let go and decided to pummel him onto the wall again. I let go the second time I slammed him into the wall and as he fell to the floor I saw him reach for a shard of the dire wolf bone that had dislodged from the rocks. His face sneered as his fingers curled around the weapon.

Victor lunged forward with the bone shard using it as a knife. He aimed it high toward my head. I captured his wrist in my left hand and punched him full in the face with my right. He buckled backwards smashing into the wall and rolling into the pile of rubble. He grabbed a large basketball size stone and hurled it at my chest. It hit me with its full impact turning me around and knocking me down.

As I pulled myself from the ground, Victor plunged his knife into the center of my back; if I had been human it would have been a killing blow. It caused extreme pain, but not enough to incapacitate me. I raised my arms at my sides and twisted around knocking the knife out of my back as he still held on to it. I grabbed his knife arm and held onto it so he couldn't stab me again. As I whirled around, I elbowed him in the face and gave him a swift kick with my knee to his abdomen and pushed him down. I then got out of his reach to allow my back time to heal.

He tried to rush me again while I was recovering from the knifing, so I gave him a vicious thrust kick to his left knee that took him down and kept him away for a moment. He came at me again and we grappled for a firm hold onto each other rolling on the cavern floor as we each tried to get the upper hand. This was a death match and we both knew only one man would be walking out of the cavern alive to claim the caramel haired beauty that was my wife.

He maneuvered behind me and wrapped his arm around my throat. As if he could suffocate me, the fool. He is still fighting like a human not taking into account the changes our bodies have gone through and the adjustments he needs to make. I merely placed my left foot behind his right changing the leverage to my advantage. Then I punched my left elbow into his stomach and took him down to the floor. He quickly jumped up and faced me with the fear and the knowledge that this would not bode well for him.

I stepped into his range and as he hesitated, I punched him with all the fury my body would allow. I punched with full body motion generating maximum power. I wanted to make sure every punched counted. He would not get another chance with me. He will not hurt my wife again. He will not hurt anyone in my family or take another breath or have another thought when I was done. He will not live pass today. I repeated this mantra over and over in my head as I punched the life out of Victor. He tried to punch back feebly, but he had lost his confidence now. My rage overwhelmed my sense of fairness. He fell and crawled away from me. He grabbed his knifelike weapon again. Breathing heavily, which was more out of habit than necessity; he glared his hatred at me.

He shot forth with a burst of adrenaline and screamed, "Die you bastard, die!" and launched toward me with the shard. "I'm afraid you are confused about the question of our parents. I know who mine were, Victor. You couldn't even accept the ones you had," I returned just to piss him off even further as I dodged his attack and tried pushed his knife hand away.

He sliced across my upper chest and fell into me enough to throw me off balance. I rolled with the fall and landed next to my club Jacob had knocked down from the ceiling. I grabbed it and jumped up and swung. It hit him full in the chest and he crumpled to the floor. I raised it up above my head and brought it down full force upon his head and shoulder blades. I heard several cracks popping in succession with the force of my blow. He let out a groan and I clubbed him again across his back.

Then I went ballistic. I could hear myself screaming as I continued but I was powerless to stop it. He could never be allowed to get up again. I crushed his legs and arms and what were left of his head and torso. I screamed and pummeled until he stopped groaning and making any sounds at all. I threw the club down and started tearing off all his appendages, his legs and arms his head were all separated from his body.

This time I was breathing hard. I was coming down from a possession of pure rage. I looked around and found matches in his pocket and ran with his body parts into his little cavern stronghold. I threw all the pieces on the bed there, where I assumed he tried to assault my wife and I burned it all; him, his bed and anything else that would burn in the cavern. I stepped away from the burning pyre and crouched on the floor of the outer cavern. This receding of emotions was powerful to the point of being almost draining. I had assured everyone's safety, but at what cost to myself.