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Chapter Twenty-Two: A Mistake in Protecting Her

(Selene's POV)

Everything was quiet, except for the whooshing of the wind around the jeep, the crunching gravel below it and the dim thoughts from the tracker. All of us had ceased breathing, none of us dared to talk and Emmett and Carlisle were keeping their thoughts quiet so that Edward and I could focus on James' mind. His thoughts were too dim though. We were a good fifteen miles ahead of him, I wasn't familiar with his brain waves, and he was shielding his thoughts from us- all leading to Edward and me having difficulty reading him. Esme and Rosalie were a good fifty miles away and their thoughts were still crystal clear in my mind and in my brother's.

After a few more silent minutes, I waved for Carlisle to pull over. We all got out of the truck, leaving it alone in the dark, and darted into the trees. I had one of Bella's shirts on, so that we could confuse the tracker, while Rosalie confused Victoria. As we ran through the night, I carefully rubbed the shirt against some trees to spread the scent more. I was cautious not to rub my own scent with it. That would be the worst thing for us now.

Edward and I were working overtime though as well. Looking in on his mind, he had lost the ability to see Alice or Jasper's thoughts. I was still getting dim flickers, but that was all. Ten more miles south and their thoughts would be lost to me as well. It frustrated us, not having sights on them, and more particularly, Bella, but at least we still had James closer to us instead of trailing them.

Carlisle ran straight backed, listening into the distance for James. Emmett beside me, making sure James didn't catch up while I was marking a tree with Bella's scent. My brother was rigid as he ran in front of me. He was constantly thinking about Bella and how it was his entire fault that this was happening.

It's not your fault Edward! If any one of us had brought a human home that we were in love with, we would be doing the same thing for them! Stop moping and focus.

He glared back at me briefly, but turned around in a movement that almost wasn't there, nodded, and poured on more speed. We all adjusted our speed so that we kept the same spacing as before.

Thanks Sel.

No problem Bro.

Edward let out a dark chuckle and then went back to keeping tabs on James.

Victoria was still trailing Esme and Rose…No! Crap! She had turned around and started back towards Forks. How had I missed that! Esme and Rosalie were trailing Victoria now, looking out for Charlie and anyone else that Bella's scent would lead her to.

My brother growled, but didn't pay it too much attention. Sighing at my stupidity, I checked in on Alice. Just as I tuned into her thought pattern, she flickered out. Well, that was it for tabs on them. Crap I was going to start getting fidgety now.

Can we please just turn around and attack him now? We have to be over two hundred miles from Forks by now! Emmett complained.

That seemed like a fair enough distance from the town. Tree after piney tree had flew past us as we'd driven and ran. I was getting ready to ask Carlisle and Edward, when my brother gave out a feral snarl- the loudest and angriest one I had ever heard from him. Just as I was getting ready to tap into his mind, he was shouting.

"Damn it! He stopped at the truck! Bella's scent wasn't strong enough there for him to keep going! He's turned around!"

Edward halted just long enough for the severity to hit us, and then we were all turned around, running back towards Forks. Unfortunately, James had a fifty-mile head start on us going back.

Shit! This isn't good! Emmett thought. I didn't feel the need to point out the understatement. He knew it when he said it. No need to point out the obvious when our whole plan was falling apart.

(Alice's POV)

I was listening to Bella, breathing slowly as she slept, from the living room in the hotel room. Jasper was sitting next to me, watching the T.V. aimlessly- the volume too low for any human to hear.

It was driving me nuts! I couldn't see anything that was going to happen! There were too many undecided factors playing in this scenario! My head actually hurt from the stress of searching events. But still nothing came.

Jasper could feel my frustration growing with each passing second that a vision didn't come to me. I could feel the waves of calm and patience he was sending to me, but they were tainted with his own uncertainty. Either things were really bad, or really good, because nobody had called in the past couple of hours. I hoped it was the latter.

Bella sighed, and I could hear the springs in the mattress as she sat up. I had been in to talk to her, and take her food once, but had left her to sleep for the most part. There was a tray of food in front of me, waiting for the only human in our room to get hungry and eat it. After a few minutes, the springs moved again, and Bella padded slowly to the door that connected her room to where Jasper and I were sitting.

As soon as I looked up at her, as she walked through the door, my focus slipped away from what was happening right then, and slid into a long awaited vision…

It was a room. The floor was hardwood flooring with mirrors along almost all of the walls. A gold band ran through the middle of the mirrors and across the un-mirrored walls.

Distantly, I felt my hand begin moving in the shapes of the room, trying to draw it without paper or pen. Bella was sitting next to me, asking what was wrong, while Jasper explained, and moved to get me things to draw with. Finally he placed a pencil in my hand, and guided my hand to the paper. I drew the room, not what was happening.

Blinds were down over the window with no light seeping through, indicating that it was sometime during the night. The time and place seemed insignificant compared to the scene in the middle of the room. Bella, bloody and seemingly un-breathing, was cradled in Edward's arms as he sobbed over her. She was dead. The tracker had got her, and we'd all been too late to save her.