Emmett's POV

I felt really fucking weird at the moment. Never mind the fact that I just watched a stupid little prick smash my dick with a hammer, but just being attached to a body that was not mine was by far the strangest thing in the world.

I stayed locked in Peter's sights for a moment, thinking as fast as I could about the question presented to me.

How far would you go for revenge and to earn your redemption?

It was a loaded question, I was sure. There were so many strings attached to that open ended question that I wasn't sure I didn't just want him to crush my head and get this the fuck over with, even knowing that that wasn't going to happen.

Breaking contact with Peter, I moved my eyes over to Bella... well I guess Izzy, and just looked at her; taking in all the changes to her and counting every visible bite mark I could see and knew there was more that I couldn't.

For the last five years, I had given this meeting more than a few thoughts, thinking of what I would say, what she would; if things were so destroyed that I lost my baby sis and if I would ever get her back. None of the planning and plotting ever sat all that well with me over the years, not against a human that literally had no way of defending herself.

But Jasper was right.

I wouldn't go as far as saying I was scared, but I was a little concerned that if I opened my mouth things would go tits up. That coven, that lifestyle is all I have ever known and I would have been a fool to risk losing it when I had nothing else.

Not so big a fool as to rat my own ass out to the one that mated her, though.

I wasn't innocent in this fuck up. I played my part too, and more than just what Jasper pointed out. I had a hand in this same as the rest and if I could get out of tell them everything, I might actually get out of this.

After a short pause, I looked back at Peter, "What do you need me to do?"

The light that lit deep in his black eyes was not friendly, by any stretch of the imagination. Jasper wasn't kidding when he referred to Peter as the Devil come to Earth. He was a sinister looking fucker right now and I was a little worried as to what I was about to have to do.

Peter tossed the hammer to the other side of the basement we were in, thank fuck, and crossed his arms, smirking nice and wide at me. Something tells me, I would prefer he still had the hammer.

"Tell me where the rest of them are. I'll find out regardless, rest assured. It's just in your better interest to tell me than forcing me to go through... other means."

I blinked at him, "Don't you want to know what they're up too instead?" Strange little bastard.

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head, flapping a dismissive hand in the air, "Doesn't matter. There is literally nothing they can do that I can't counter with no effort, whatsoever. I just want to know where to find them before they find us."

"But you were exactly where Alice said you would be."

His smirk grew just a little more at that, "See, thing about Alice is, she ain't all that and a bag of tater chips. She only knew where we were going to be because it was a choice before she was tied to Aro. The second we blow this stand, the only one that is gonna know is Aro and with the extremely soft spot he has for my Sugar, he ain't gonna be tellin' no one else. So, if you want that new body, answer the question. If you don't..." He shrugged, "ain't no skin off my ass to toss your head in the ocean."

So, the new body was still on the table? Didn't see that coming... AT ALL.

I looked at him for a minute more before sighing, "They are on their way to a compound in Nebraska. Carlisle called in every favor he had to get everyone he could there. Alice said there was two ways this would go, and both involved the need of witnesses, but she never said what they were for, only that we needed everyone."

Peter pursed his lips at that, his eyes narrowing. "Witnesses, you say? And you're positive the mutant midget never once said why?"

I shook my head, "not that I know of."

Peter looked at everyone in turn a moment before walking over to Bel... Izzy and grabbing her wrist, pulling her off the table and giving her a light push towards the steps, "be right behind you, Sugar. There should be a few bags of blood in the fridge. Grab something to eat to tide you over until we head out in a bit."

She glanced at him over her shoulder a moment before nodding and doing what he said. Once the door was closed he went over to the security system and push a button, changing the images on the screen to only one, a camera in the kitchen showing Izzy doing as she was told.

Once he was satisfied she was fine, he turned to Jasper, "Do you know where that is?" Jasper nodded once and Peter crossed his arms, leaning on the counsel, "Best guess?"

Jasper closed his eyes and rolled his head on his shoulders, "25, 30 maybe." Then he picked his head up, a smirk on his lips, "I got an idea, but you are probably not gonna like it."

Peter cocked a brow, "oh? And what would that be?"

Jasper's smirk grew and his eyes changed, a dark, evil light igniting that I have never seen before. "Do you like dogs?"

Oh... shit.

GPOV

It was like watching a game of tennis when watching the Major and the Captain talking battle and war tactics. It was like they were speaking their own language and chances are, they probably were. For a very long time they only truly had each other to fall back on, to depend on when walking the paths of their lives. If either of them were off in their job, it was the other that suffered and when one of them suffer, they both do.

The bond that was shared between them went far beyond that of the sire/childe bond created upon creation. It even went beyond that of comrades and brothers. It was very nearly a bond of human twins. They shared pain, discontent, everything. It was fascinating to see two vampires that were from different times and from the horrific upbringing come together for one another with very little convincing.

I very nearly feel as if I should be both annoyed and angry over the turn of events in the last two months. I merely signed on as an added aid in raising a newborn. Nowhere in the discussion in Canada did it come up that I would once again have to be part of the southern wars, stand against a very old friend, even if he is a fucking moron, nor did I agree to this. But, I suppose that when you deal with Peter, anything can happen and that I did know.

Also, for as much bullshit as has happened over the last few weeks, I must be honest and say that I have not had this much fun in over a century. I suppose, when you are a war hardened vampire, a docile and mundane life of a nomad is nothing in comparison. I was raised in this life to know action, destruction and being a vagabond was overly boring and predictable.

Keeping your head down might keep you alive, but it doesn't let you live.

When Jasper brought up dogs, I was a little confused. What could that possibly have to do with anything?

I looked over at Peter when he snorted at the question. "Personally, Jazz, I prefer pussy."

Jasper looked up at the ceiling and shook his head, "dipshit." Looking back at Peter, "Remember the dogs I told you about. The ones that aren't really dogs?"

Peter cocked his head a bit and you knew the moment it clicked, "The mutts from down the street?" At Jasper's nod, Peter cocked a brow, "You would be in for it too, jackass."

Jasper shook his head, "trust me, no I won't. This was Carlisle's deal, not mine. Plus, I'm not a Cullen so therefor, I ain't subject to the treaty. Also trust me when I say Carlisle isn't collecting witnesses, he's collecting soldiers. All I'm sayin' is we should do the same." Jasper paused a moment before continuing, "I know that there was one of them that knows your girl and the second we tell him what happened to her, it's on like Donkey Kong."

Peter cocked a brow, "she won't know him."

Jasper shrugged, "won't matter."

Peter took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking over his shoulder at the screen, watching his mate bustle around the kitchen a bit before looking back at Jasper, "make the call."

Oh... this should be fun.

JPOV

That was surprisingly easier than I thought it was gonna be. I expected a bigger argument than that from him. I had no doubt that once the pack of dingbats were informed of Izzy's new status as a vampire and how it happened, they would be all over this like stink on shit. That Black kid at least. Carlisle had the roper with the tribal leader, but I had the girl, the proof that whatever the soon to be ashed sack of shit was a lying piece of shit.

Before I made that call though, Peter was already leaving the basement, heading up to the main house and his mate. My attention was turned to Emmett when he called out to Peter, asking about that new body. To which Peter responded, "I promised a new body, never said when. Deal with it."

I glanced back at Emmett and cocked my head to the side, "So, wanna tell me what you were so scared to tell him?" The head of someone that I once thought of as a very good friend snapped to look at me, the same fear in his eyes that as saturating his emotions shining nice and bright. I just smirked at him, "don't think for a moment I won't make you spill it. If it has to do with my brother or his mate, I will get it out of you, Em; one way or another. Peter might have gave his word but I didn't and a new body would be a little pointless without a head to go on it."

I walked over to him and crouched down, face to face, nose to nose, eyes to eyes. "That young lady, the one you used to see as a sister has suffered more than anyone ever should have, and survived it as a human. She lost everything. Peter thinks we are all monsters and I have yet to see him proved wrong and I am in no mood to be the first. He might have taken that hammer to your body but you didn't feel any of it but one thing. I'm not that nice. I'll take it to the one your head is ON and shatter you; joint by joint, bit by tiny fucking bit. Either you start talking and tell me god damn truth, every last detail of what you did, or you will never see daylight again."

I watched as his eyes widened and sparked with terror, pure and undiluted. I listened to the chains that bound him rattled as he shook with it, vibrated in petrification. I wasn't stupid. I knew that Peter knew he was holding back. I knew he wanted to know what wasn't being said, he just didn't want Izzy here to see it and he didn't want her to be alone for long right now. I knew all of this and had every intention of filling in those blanks.

Peter was great at getting information out of others, but he was driven by his emotions. If they ran too high, he lost sight of his goals. I didn't. I was used to being emotionally overloaded, bombarded with the weight of pain and torment. I could continue to work through it to get what I needed. Peter was by far more creative, but I was more efficient. When it came to the few that I actually cared about, I wouldn't stop until the one I was working over was broken, shattered beyond repair... and continue. I would keep going until I was positive that they said everything, spilt every secret they had, relevant or not.

An hour later, the door at the top of the steps opened again and Peter bounded down them, pausing at the site that met his eyes. I had unchained the body and it was now scattered all over the place, in over a hundred different pieces; the head replacing its old torso on the suspended chain.

After a moment of taking it in, he looked at me and crossed his arms, a wide smirk on his face, "Seriously?"

I just shrugged a little before looking him dead in the eyes, "call Aro. We're gonna need him."

PPOV

The power Jasper had over others and what was in their minds, or getting it out anyways, would always baffle me. Just like I do to him when I already know most of it. The fact that the stupid fucker that was a Cullen left out his part told me far more than had he spilt the beans. He tried to make everyone else look guilty and him only gullible.

I didn't buy it at all.

Looking at Jasper and the mess he made of my workshop, I was as irritated as I was impressed. Chuckling a little, "I already did. He and a group of others are already on their way. They will be meeting up with us at my property in Utah. The plane is getting readied for flight as we speak." Turning away from the mess he made I snickered, "wheels up in two hours. I'm taking Izzy out to get a real meal and some clothes. You get to clean this fucking mess you made up."

I heard a groan and actually laughed out loud. Before I left the basement altogether, I glanced over my shoulder, "toss the head back in the hot box. It's coming with us."

Once Izzy was fed and I took her shopping, something that was nothing short of torture for the both of us, we just met Jasper and Garrett at the airstrip. It was easier and there was nothing that needed to be done at the ranch that those two couldn't handle as far as closing it up for an extended absence. We were only going two states over and I had every intention of returning here once all this bull shit was over with... if it ever was.

The first month of my girl's new life was, for the most part, exactly as I had envisioned for her; tame, relaxed and stress free for the most part. Then, in one day everything changed and turned into nothing short of a fucking nightmare. I never wanted this kind of existence for my Sugar, even before I ever thought of her as my mate. I wanted her to know boring and mundane... stress free basically and for the last few weeks, it was everything but.

I never wanted this kind of life for her, never wanted her to know the kind of pain and mental abuse that comes with it. I wanted to shield her from the horrors of our world, and if I really put my mind to it, I still could. However, at the same time, for every option I had in doing so, it wouldn't do anything productive.

I could hide her from the world, hide her from the ones that are after her, but then... what kind of life for her would that really be? Always running, always hiding, never getting to settle down for long enough to kick her heels up and relax.

No, this was gonna end. This was going to come to a very explosive end when I finally got my hands on the fucking Cullens. Aro wanted them alive, wanted to use them to set an example and prove that no one, not even close personal friends of the Ruling Line were above the law, above punishment. Well, I was gonna use them to prove that I wouldn't tolerate anyone, at ALL fucking with my girl.

Wonder who is gonna win that fight.