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A/N Hello there Lovelys. Enjoy the chapter. Back to the hell they call school now :( , updates will get slower :(

Chapter 28

Demetri's POV:

It was after our 'evening meal' when Aro flew over to where I was standing with Melanie.

"Ah, Demetri. We have a job for you to do. It is your duty to oblige." I nodded cautiously, signalling for him to continue. "There has been a problem with the Cullen Clan. We need you to track down Edward Cullen. And in return,"he laughed evilly, "We get the very talented Isabella. You remember, yes?" Again I nodded. "Yes. Her talent will be very. . .Useful."

"When are we leaving, and who is coming?" I was hoping that Melanie would accompany us. I missed her dearly whenever we left, regardless of how short a time we were gone.

Aro answered immediately. "Jane and Felix will be going with you, you are departing from here tomorrow evening." Taking my hand, Aro smiled, and added, "You are welcome to take Melanie if you wish, my friend." I nodded, thanking him.

He floated out of the room as gracefully as he'd entered, leaving Melanie and I alone in one of the eight large underground halls.

"Are you looking forward to the outing, my dear?" I asked, kissing her neck, where there was still the tiniest scar from her bite mark. Evidently, time doesn't heal everything.

She laughed her musical laugh, making me smile, and said in an angelic voice, "Do you remember the last 'outing' we went on?"

Yes, I did. It had been very. . .interesting.

"And I don't believe I have met the Cullen Clan." She continued. "What are they like?" She stroked my jaw line lovingly.

"They're 'vegetarian' vampires." I scoffed. Melanie hadn't been here when Carlisle had stayed with us in Volterra. The Volturi guard had been significantly smaller back then.

"Vegetarian?" She asked sceptically, raising her eyebrows. "How the hell can a vampire be vegetarian?"

"They only drink animal blood," She snorted beside me, biting her lip to stifle a laugh. "I know, it's stupid. Carlisle, the leader, seems to think it's a better lifestyle or some crap like that."

"What's the point in that? It's only humans. . ." smiled down at my beautiful wife.

"You got it, sweetheart. Let's go get ready for our trip."

Bella's POV:

The room stayed silent after I'd told them the Volturi wanted me. Esme was the first to speak up.

"Bella, you can't honestly agree to that?" Her bottom lip was quivering, and I was about to reply, when Carlisle spoke in a low growl.

"She already has. They're coming this week, and Bella agreed to leave with them when we found Edward."

The tears were building up in Renesmee's eyes. She must have understood. As if to prove me correct, she placed a hand on my neck, showing me an image of last year, when the Volturi guard had visited. I nodded, showing her that that's who I was leaving with.

It was all I had to do to send her into fits of crying. But I couldn't find the will to stop her.

Maybe because I knew that if it were possible, I'd be crying too.

"Well you're not going, Bella. You're not." Emmett's voice boomed from the other side of the room. "Screw the Volturi."

Renesmee jumped as Emmett yelled his angry statement across the living-room.

"I have to." I all but whispered.

I wasn't up for any more conversation on the matter. I headed for the stairs, still carrying Renesmee on my hip, and went into our room, closing the door firmly behind me.

It only took about five minutes for someone to knock on my bedroom door, coming in without asking, too. I relaxed – slightly – when I saw it was Rosalie. At least she might listen to what I had to say. She might even understand. She came and sat on the edge of the bed, where I was lying with Nessie curled up sleeping close beside me.

"Bella," She began, breathing unnecessarily deeply, "I'm not hear to shout at you are tell you what you can and can't do – That's Emmett's job – but nonetheless, I want you to listen to what I'm going to say, okay?" I nodded, so she continued. "Do you fully understand what joining the Volturi will do to you?"

God, I'd hoped she wouldn't have asked that. Because I didn't. I couldn't even begin to imagine what horrible thing's I'd have to do, probably on a daily basis. The long pause seemed to tell her my answer with me even having to talk.

"See?! You don't know what you're agreeing to, Bella. Your giving away your life in the blink of an eye, and you don't even know the consequences!" She shook her head in disagreement. "You can't do this Bella. We will not let you." She set her jaw defiantly.

"Rosalie, what would you do if you were in my shoes? What if it was Emmett who had been taken? Are you honestly telling me that you wouldn't agree to whatever the Volturi asked if it meant you'd get him back?"

Rosalie looked down guiltily. "That isn't the same." Despite her words, she chewed on her lip nervously.

"You know it is."

She sighed, and grudgingly answered. "Bella, I'd do anything for Emmett – you know that – but it's not like Edward's going to be over the moon about your decision! He's gonna go insane at you Bells." She raised one side of her mouth sceptically.

"I know," I had lost all hope of ever being happy with Edward again, and it showed in my hopeless voice. "But right now, I just need to get him back. After that, whatever happens happens."

Rosalie nodded, patting my hair before standing up and leaving my room, closing the door silently behind her.

Louise's POV:

We were lying upstairs in our room, watching the small television screen for most of the afternoon. I clung onto Paul's muscular arm as the horror movie became unbearable. Every time there was a loud crash sound, or something came up suddenly on the screen, I would jump out of my skin and squeal like a little girl.

When it happened for the fifth or six time, Paul laughedT.V, and putting his arms around my bulging stomach, whispered in my ear. "You do know, sweetheart, that monsters aren't real?" He began kissing down my neck as I tried to compose my self, preparing a witty reply.

"I don't know. Werewolves are normally pretty scary in horror films. . ." At that, he stopped kissing me and grinned at me mischievously.

"Am I that horrific?" His lips caressed my cheek bone, making my whole body tingle. "And besides, this is about aliens – not werewolves – and I'm certainly not green."

He had a point. The stereotypically bug-eyed being on the small television screen was trying to kill someone with a beam shooting from his twig-like finger.

"I suppose. . ." I knew I shouldn't be scared of such a silly film, but I couldn't help it.

"Anyway, if big green aliens come to La Push and start causing havoc, I wont let them get to you."

He flicked my nose lightly with his index finger. "Do you want to watch something different?"

When I shook my head, he raised his eyebrows in shock. As long as he kept his arms around my waist, I didn't care if we were watching a horror film.

Just as Paul turned the volume back up, the doorbell rang loudly. Paul grumbled something under his breath about privacy and shouted down the stairs.

"Who is it?!" There was hardly any pause before we heard Seth shouting his name at us, but not in his normal cheery voice. He sounded. . . . angry?

Paul didn't seem to notice though.

"Just come up, mate. We're in the first door on the upstairs landing." Rolling his eyes, Paul stood up, turning off the television. "Sorry about this, love. It'll probably just be something about a pack meeting. I'll go see what he wants."

By this time, I could hear Seth bounding up the stairs, obviously in a hurry, and Paul left the bedroom, swinging the door behind him, but it still sat ajar.

If I'd thought the movie had scared me, I was wrong. The shouting that came from the hallway scared me so much that I felt like I was going to throw up. What was gong on?

I couldn't hear clearly what Seth was shouting. He sounded so erratic that his words slurred together.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO IONA, PAUL!?!"

I heard that.

A/N Well, another chapter doneee xox Hope you liked it, and thank you for those suggestions for the bottom of the stairs. It'll make sense in the next chapter. Maybe.

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