Chapter 15! This one was tough to write... I couldn't get much inspiration, but toward the end I think it picked up! Thanks for reading this far! And shout out to all those who've reviewed :D you guys keep this story alive!

Trevor

When Leah had left it made me feel all empty and lonely inside. She'd let me kiss her only long enough to feel her fiery heat and the softness of her lips. Mine tingled with warmth even an hour after she'd left. I'd tried staying up as late as possible, hoping to wait for Valerie to get back, but sleep got the better of me. I'd fallen asleep in a crooked position and struggled to get the soreness out of my joints.

I peek out into the hall, knowing I won't see Valerie, but duck inside her room anyway to check. Empty. She must've spent the night over at Paul's. Not that I want to think about what that means. She may be my big sister, but she's still my sister. I would hate to have to hate Paul for doing something to her. That would suck.

My cell rings loudly from my jean's pocket. I look at myself and realize I'm still in last night's clothes. Oh well. I answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Trevor! Thank god I got you," Leah's anxious voice emanates from the phone.

"What's up?" A nervous feeling wells up in my stomach.

"I need you to pack a bag and come to the reservation. Don't ask me any questions, just do it," she commands, then adds, "Please. Just come here as fast as you can."

"O-ok, sure… I'll be there soon," I hang up, stunned at the urgency in her voice.

Shaking out of my daze, I rush into action. My bag is packed with t-shirts and shorts and a random assortment of socks and boxers, and I bound downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. I scribble a quick note to Valerie that I'm taking the car and going to the reservation. I hope she can read my crappy handwriting. Whatever. Leah's waiting. That's what's important.

I situate myself in Val's old truck and start the engine. It rumbles moodily before fully turning on. I shift into drive and peel away from the curb. If Leah's nervous or worried about something it must be pretty bad. I can't imagine what it could be though. I glance at the speedometer, pushing 40 in a 30 zone. Not bad. I glance back up and freeze as the car collides with a figure in the road.

Jasper

A knock on the door followed what I'd assumed. I'd heard Carlisle's steps downstairs and heard him make his way swiftly up the steps. In just three seconds he'd reached the third floor. Now he was at the door, knocking.

"That's our cue to get up," Alice's smile beams up at me.

"Of course," I say mildly, running a hand along her arm. Her luminescent skin glows faintly in the dimness of the room. With much regret I untangle myself from her arms and go to the door. Carlisle's surprised face meets mine.

"Jasper," he falters, "How interesting to see you here." I smile sheepishly at him.

"What's the matter Carlisle?" Alice comes to stand beside me.

"There's some very important information I must tell you," he hesitates, "I-Well, we are expecting guests soon."

"Guests?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yes," he replies with a sigh, "The Volturi to be exact." I look back and forth between him and Alice.

"And the wolves are there too," Alice says dreamily, gazing into the future. "I can't see a thing," she frowns and sighs.

"Yes, well it seems we're going to need them around," Carlisle nods at us, "I'll see you two later, I'm going to try to talk to Sam." We nod back at him and turn to get ready.

We leap downstairs swiftly and find Carlisle, Edward, and Emmett together. They look at us, but shrug and I can feel amusement and concern swimming in their emotions. I sigh inwardly. Carlisle recruits me to find Sam, and Edward, Emmett and I race off. While I run I think about what had happened between me and Alice. I keep it simple, trying to spare Edward the details, but can't help but notice there's still that weight on my mind. It's the weight of my attraction to Valerie. I can't shake it. Even while I was kissing Alice, I felt my love for her and Valerie at the same time. It hurts deeply just to know how awful I am. Why did this happen to me?

Valerie

"So you're sure I should stay with you?" I ask for the fourth time.

"Yes of course!" Paul snorts. "It's the safest place for you and Trevor."

"But I thought the Vul… Vul…" Paul smirks at me.

"The Volturi," he offers.

"Yes. Them. I thought the Volturi were on the Cullens' side?" My question is muffled by Paul's quick steps. He'd forgotten his car last night and didn't want to change into wolf form, so he'd scooped me into his arms and started running.

"Well, it's complicated," he frowns slightly and concentrates.

"Isn't it always?" I laugh dryly.

"So just get stuff for a few days," Paul changes the subject.

"Ok, and just shirts and pants?" I ask, referring back to Paul's instructions. He nods, arriving at my front door.

I grab my keys and open the door. We find Trevor's note and my OCD kicks in at his awful line spacing. He's in high school! He should at least be able to write a few lines-

"Valerie," Paul looks at me patiently.

"Right, sorry," I race upstairs, worried about Paul's anxious concern. The Volturi or whatever sounds kind of intimidating. I barge into my room and grab my backpack. I stuff some shirts and pants in and thankfully remember underwear. I throw a pair of sneakers in just in case. I grab a toothbrush and pray he'll have some toothpaste. Trevor took mine. The little jerk. Once packed, I rush back to the stairs.

"So…" I lean against the railing at the top, "Just to be clear, not anything like this?" I hold up the laciest, most sexy, if you could call off-white sexy, bra I own, dangling it by the strap. I give Paul a mean grin.

"Yeah, well, y'know… T-shirts and pants are pretty hot," Paul grins back.

"Guess I'll leave this behind then," I trail off, beginning to turn back toward my room. In a flash Paul's up the stairs and by my side. He smirks and pulls me closer to him.

"It'd be a shame to waste something like that," he nods at the bra. I roll my eyes.

"Well, it's going to be well loved inside my dresser," I move toward my room again. Instantly, Paul plucks the bra from my hand, unzips my backpack, and shoves it inside. He gives me an equally wicked grin.

"Waste not, want not," he says casually, throwing the backpack over his shoulder.

"Clever," I huff.

We rush downstairs. Paul's in front of me and he bounds easily down the stairs. He strides through the house and to the door. I rush to keep up with him, but am suddenly met with the corner of a table. It jabs into my right thigh and I slip in surprise. My right arm swipes against some sort of sharp edge, but luckily catches my fall. The sting is immediate.

Jasper

It was sudden. It was not expected. But, in an instant, it felt like a little piece of the weight that I had was being torn away from me. It felt strange. My running never faltered, but I could feel it. The weight was lighter. Something was unbinding the heaviness in my heart.

Valerie

A long gash from my wrist to my elbow begins bleeding. The blood wells up and drops heavily onto the wooden floor. I wince in pain, but stand quickly. Paul is beside me in seconds.

"Don't worry about it," I brush him away, wincing.

"Don't be stupid. Of course I'm going to worry about it," he says exasperatedly.

"Let's just get to the reservation," I encourage, remembering his previous urgency.

"I'll take you to Emily's again. She's good with first aid," he worriedly glances at the rush of blood, but I grab a towel, smother the wound, and head for the door. I hear his groan from behind me. "You're so damn stubborn," he swerves past me and opens the door. I pat his shoulder as I pass him.

"I know."

Thalia

Idiots. All of them. Idiots. I'm surrounded by drooling fools who can't even think for themselves. The Răzvrătit, or Rebels, may be strong, but they lack individuality. It's so boring. I would've thought the girl would have already told the Cullens to massacre the mutts. And yet, even though I told her not to, she exposed the plan to the wolves themselves. What nerve. She'd have made a good vampire. Too bad she must die now. Hopefully at my hand, but maybe someone else's if I'm feeling nice.

"I suggest we attack now," Sebastian growls quietly from the shadows.

"Oh please, you can wait another day," Phoebe snarls back from her side of the room.
"I'm tired of being cooped up here," Sebastian mutters, "At least in a fight we can get some fresh air." I barely move, but I watch as Sebastian slams backward into the wall. My hand lowers.

"Don't forget your place," I snap with little enthusiasm. "Have you forgotten our divine purpose? Do you not want to rule?" I lecture at him half-heartedly. His head has sunk lower and he rightfully kneels before me. "Once the Cullens are dead, the others will come to their rescue, and finding no Cullens to save, they will be forced to join us or perish," I continue drearily, patting Sebastian's cringing head. "It's really rather beautiful. With more vampires behind our cause, the Volturi will be brought down. I'll rip their heads off myself if I need to. Now…" I croon into Sebastian's ear, "Don't you think the fighting should begin when I say it begins? Don't you think your leader knows best?" He flinches and snarls gutturally.

"Yes." I raise an eyebrow.

"Yes, what?" I smile sweetly at his pinched face.

"Yes Master," he grimaces.

"Good," I laugh, releasing his face, "Very good."

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