Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight universe, Stephenie Meyer does.

And pretty much all other characters, including Freddie and Maribel, belong to the universe created by the talented yay4shanghai! She is amazing, and you'll have to read her stories to understand this. I want to thank her for allowing me to write this, and also helping by betaing it.

I also recommend you read the other spin-offs by liljenrocks, ari11990, AsagariMelody, Guzhong, twihardcaligurl, Dll10, and intiMACYx33. They're great, and worth reading!

This story takes place during 100 Years of Solitude... Okay, Maybe Just Five.

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Chapter Nine – The Escape

August 11th – August 16th 2038

It had been a week since Maribel made the decision to let me take her to La Push, and I had been putting off calling Jasper since then. It wasn't that I didn't want her to go, I did more than anything. But if she decided to back out, I didn't want to already have all of the stuff, tempting me to just take her, despite her will…

But I couldn't put it off any longer. We were leaving in less than five days, and everything had to be ready. If she did decide not to go, I would have to deal with it… Maybe I could rip everything up. But her not coming to La Push made me shiver in fear, I couldn't go through another week of not knowing if she safe, I had been standing at the edge of an endless abyss for the past few weeks, and her saying that she'd rather stay would be the final push to have me toppling into darkness.

Then Maribel had asked me yesterday, in her cute, bad English, whether I had 'all my everything' we needed. I knew I would need a picture of her to take to Jasper, so she got out her digital camera, making sure it the flash was off before I clicked a picture of her.

I slowly took my phone out of my pocket, leaning forward on the kitchen counter as I pressed the number eight, speed dial for Jasper. It barely rang once before it was picked up.

"Hello Freddie," Jasper greeted, and I smirked slightly.

"Did Alice tell you I was going to call?" I guessed. I heard him chuckle.

"No, caller ID did," he said smoothly, making me feel a bit ridiculous.

"Ah, of course. I was just calling for some…help." There was silence on the other end of the line, and I guessed he was trying to surmise why I might be calling.

"And that help would be..?" He finally spoke, and his voice was slightly dipped in suspicion. I winced at his tone, but kept calm as I spoke again.

"Well, I imprinted… I need some help sneaking her out of the country," I said, a bit uneasily. It was unnerving having to tell someone of my plans; I feared he would stop me from taking her. There was more silence until Jasper finally spoke.

"And you need some fake ID to get her out of there?" he guessed. I was relieved that there wasn't a disappointing or judging tone in his voice, it was merely curious.

"Yes, that would definitely be helpful," I sighed, twiddling the electric cord for the coffee maker in my hand. "I was hoping you could get them to me rather quickly. I'll need them soon." I tried not to sound too desperate.

"Of course. Just give me ages and names, the kind of documentation you need." Jasper assured, and I smiled, pleased. Jasper was known in our family for his reliability, he could get you whatever you wished with ease.

I thought about what we could be called. Maribel was smart, she would understand that she couldn't call me Freddie for a while, but I wanted something similar to our real names in case one of us slipped.

"I'll be Teddy…Kane, and Marie Kane will be my niece. I can e-mail you a picture of her as well as myself. I'll be twenty-two; Maribel can pass as fourteen…" She was a couple months past her fifteenth birthday, but I didn't want anything too exactl. I couldn't and wouldn't take the risk of us being found out.

Every bit of my nerves were buzzing inside me, I didn't really get too emotional, or I didn't before I came back to Quito, so everything seemed as if it was balanced on my shoulders. I knew I would be able to deal with it, I had to.

"I'll need a driver's license; we'll both need passports and birth certificates." I added.

"Do middle names matter?"

I thought about his question briefly before replying, "No, not really. Just do generic ones, Christina and James are fine I suppose."

I took out my laptop, loading internet. It took a while up here, but thankfully I had already had one minimized in the toolbar, so I quickly e-mailed Maribel's picture to Jasper, which I had downloaded yesterday after much internal debate.

"Alright, I think I have all the information. Once I receive your imprint's picture, everything should be close to ready. You'll receive everything in one or two days." Jasper promised. I thanked him; he had no idea of the gratitude I felt. There was no hope without these papers.

"Oh, and Freddie? Could I ask why you need to sneak a fourteen-year-old girl out of Ecuador?" Jasper asked lightly. I could almost read his mind; he was probably guessing that her parents weren't aware of this. I was hoping the reason he was going to send me the papers was because he trusted me, but I had no idea.

"She's just in a… compromising family situation. She decided she would come along with me, I happily agreed. She may be in danger over there." I replied my voice cracking with emotion slightly as I ended my sentence. Jasper was silent for a moment before he sighed.

"Alright, I believe you. You're an honest man Freddie. Just make sure to be careful." I thanked him and we hung up quickly, him again promising the papers would arrive shortly.

I stared intently at the phone, my thoughts reaching other places. All my senses were on high alert as I realized this was happening. This was actually happening. My heart thumped painfully in my chest as I closed my eyes, rubbing my forehead to rid myself of the headache I was sure to suffer through for the next couple days.

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I ran through my bedroom like a madman, glancing at the clock to make sure I wasn't going to be late. My bedroom, the room I had called home for the past couple years, was almost bare. It was so unfamiliar, and left me with an unsettling feeling. I couldn't fight the feeling of leaving the place that had given me so much hope, so much to consider.

I had scheduled for my stuff to be sent back to La Push, calling Claire a few days ago to ask if it was okay to be shipped to her house. I was relieved when she'd willingly replied; I wanted to surprise Soli with Maribel. My sister was an opinionated person, and I knew she may judge the fact that I had to leave my studies for my imprint. I didn't want that happening before she got to know what a sweet person my Mari is.

I also didn't want to risk her finding some of Maribel's clothes, which I had snuck out with my stuff because we aren't going to be able to carry suitcases. She had sighed, but agreed I was right, it may weigh us down. I was planning to have her take one carry-on, me another of her's so she could take as many of her possessions as she needed.

I felt guilty that she had to give up so much, when she didn't do anything wrong, though she tried to convince me she didn't mind numerous times, I knew she did tremendously. Sometimes I studied her at night, and she looked troubled, guilty, at times and it worried me. If she was going to be unhappy about all of this, I knew I would have to back down. It would be unbearable to leave her in so much insecurity at night, I just needed to double-check that I didn't leave behind anything important; I would be screwed if I did because I knew once I left with her I could never come back.

I arched my back, cracking my knuckles twice. The tension was rolling up my back, making me quiver. I had all the stuff from Jasper stuffed in a pouch tied to my leg, in case I needed to phase on the fly.

Anticipation was running through me, making my body twitch in anticipation. I turned my phone off, stuffing it in the pouch as well. I glanced at the clock once again and wrung my hands before stepping outside my room, shutting the door with finality.

I carefully tore a piece of paper from a notepad in our, Hector's, kitchen and wrote a small message in Spanish saying I was sorry for not explaining, but leaving was something I had to do. I wished him luck with everything, and told him to tell Aldo good luck as well.

I stepped into the hall as I finished, and was surprised to find Valeria right in front of me. She looked shocked, and jumped a foot in the air. "Oh my! Freddie down voice! Shh!" she whispered rapidly in English when I opened my mouth to speak to her, pressing her finger to her lips.

"Aldo is sleeping in our apartment right above here!" she said, now in Spanish. I stared at her in a scrutinizing way, and then noticed she was carrying a suitcase and several bags. I pointed to them, my eyes immediately demanding an explanation.

Her mouth puckered into a line when her eyes trailed to where my finger was pointing. Her eyes swam with water as she avoided my gaze. "Oh, Freddie… I-I'm sorry! I cannot help it. Hector is passion and Aldo is comfort and I cannot choose! They are both my loves and I have to leave. Whichever I do choose, I will split them apart!" she wept as quietly, and I closed my eyes.

I could not deal with Valeria right now, I could not. "Valeria, do you really assume that leaving is the best option?" I was proud that I kept my exposure as I spoke, not showing her how desperate I was to get to Maribel… I couldn't run late tonight.

"Yes! I do! They'd be better off without me," she whispered sadly. I sighed dejectedly before grabbing her shoulder, making her look into my eyes.

"You know that's not the right thing. Now, close your eyes." She did as was told, and I removed my hands from her shoulders. "Okay, picture both Aldo and Hector in front of you. Now imagine one of them leaving, forever. And then the other."

She bit her lip as thought, before slowly opening her eyes. "The person that was more painful to lose, that's the one." I advised, and she nodded, tears swimming in her eyes.

"Oh… I do not know how I will go about this…" she whispered sadly, and I glanced towards the stairs desperately.

"I'm sorry, Valeria. You'll have to figure this out on your own. I have to leave." I leaned forward; wrapping an arm around her should briefly before dashing down the hall, taking the stairs two at a time as I flung out of the restaurant.

My excellent hearing, though, allowed me to hear her wrapping on Hector's door, and telling him who she chose… him. I had no time to dwell on that, however, as I sprang down the street, toward the well memorized path to her house.

Once the wall surrounding Maribel's house was in view, my heart picked up speed. My breath was uneven, the binds pulling me to Maribel almost skidded my feet across the ground. My lungs were on fire, I had never run this fast. I suppose it was the fact that I was so aware that soon, I could have Maribel in my arms, and everything would be okay after that. I jumped over the wall, making my way across the yard still the fastest I've ever gone. I scaled her wall, jumping through her open window to find her sitting on her bed, her hands folded neatly over her lap. Two bags were sitting next to her, and she was looking agitated, the soles of her feet bouncing.

As she saw me her face lit up, a smile breaking across her face as she leapt forward, throwing her arms around my neck. "You late?" she said clumsily, and I grinned encouragingly at her. I had been helping her with some English lately, she would have to get used to speaking a lot of it.

"I am sorry," I told her, nuzzling her neck affectionately. She pursed her lips but rolled her eyes, turning to gather her bags. She handed them to me and I held them gently, careful not to move them around too much.

"I just need to say goodbye," she whispered, though her voice was cracking. I nodded silently, stepping back in the shadows. This was the last moment she was going to be in this room, and my heart ached for her. She shouldn't have to leave everything, her family, her home, behind… for me.

"Maribel- wait. Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked her, cocking my head to the side. She let out one, long breath before slowly giving me a nod. She gave me an awkward half-smile before turning around, scanning her room. She reached up to her face, brushing across her eyes to swipe away some tears. Tentatively, she opened her bedside table drawer and took out a note… I could see 'Mama' scrawled across the top of it. Maribel pressed a hand to her heart, leaning down to kiss the envelope softly, her pink lipstick making a light marking on the paper.

"Lo siento…" she choked, holding back tears. My gut wrenched, and I wanted nothing more than to leap forward and hold her, make her pain go away… but seeing that she had written her mom a note confirmed that she had made her decision, and that was to leave with me.

Also I knew she had to have some kind of closure with this place, and if this was it I wouldn't stop it.

"Alright… ready I am," she trembled in her English, and I forced a smile at her. She took one deep breath, stopping her shaky, silent sobs and rubbing away her tears before picking her bags up.

"Okay, get into my arms." She did as was told, and I placed her bags in her lap, telling her to hold onto them tightly. She was nervous, that was evident, so I tried to calm her down.

"Okay Mari, we have to jump through the window. Don't look down, and if you feel like screaming, just bite my shoulder," I advised her, and she nodded, her eyes so wide they faintly reminded me of a bug.

"Alright, I'll jump on three, so close your eyes by then, okay sweetheart?" I whispered to her, and she nodded stiffly. I pecked her head nuzzling her cheek once before stepping onto the frame of the window.

"Ready… one… two… three!" I jumped off the ledge, and glanced down at Mari. She had her eyes squeezed shut, her head pressed into my chest as she let out a low pitch squealing sound.

The jump lasted only five seconds, but I knew she must feel like the earth was falling from under her feet.

I landed softly on the balls of my feet, whispering to make sure she was okay. She shuddered, but nodded once. I couldn't help but notice that she was panting, a flushed look had entered her face, her eyes wide as her eyes wildly scanned the area.

I checked the time for footsteps, calculating the correct time, before bolting across the lawn. Maribel once again closed her eyes, but she wasn't as stiff, I was glad to note she was beginning to relax. I had rented a car for us, though we couldn't pick it up for five miles off, so she would have to be carried in my arms for a little while.

I reached the wall and backed up two steps, before leaping over it, soaring through the air made Maribel squeak, but as I glanced down at her, I realized she was smiling softly.

"Okay, Maribel. We're over your wall. We're out," I smiled at her, and she giggled back, throwing her arms around my neck jovially.

"Thank ju, Freddie so much! I enough can not thank ju!" she whispered, happy tears glinting in her eyes. I beamed, joy filling me that I could make her so happy.

We fell into a silence after that, me running through the backstreets at my own pace, Maribel resting against my chest, breathing in and out, slowly.

Suddenly, she gasped loudly, squirming in my arms. "Wait! Freddie! Wait, stop running!" she yelled urgently in Spanish, and I skidded to a stop, panic rising in me as I scanned the forest… I saw nothing but dark, gangly trees sticking out in every direction.

"What, Mari, what's wrong?" I whispered, cradling her even more tightly against my chest. She sat up in my arms, staring me straight on.

"We have to go back, Freddie! I forgot something!" she cried, twisting around and trying to jump away from me. I looked at her, my mouth agape in shock.

"You… forgot something?" I asked in disbelief. She nodded desperately, her lip trembling slightly. With that look on her face… I couldn't deny her anything.

I groaned before turning around, and sprinting back towards her house.

It was stupid. It wasn't logical at all, they could have found out she was back by now, but if something was really that important to her, how could I say no?

"Alright, Maribel, I can't risk you going back in there…" I swallowed as I slowed to a stop, glancing towards her house and back at her again.

"Maribel, I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm afraid if I take you in there, you won't be able to get back out. I have to leave you here, just for a little." I whispered a little. She chocked in fear, slapping a hand over her mouth.

"But Freddie-" she squeaked, and I put a finger over her lips.

"You can see the wall, right there. And if anything is wrong, just scream, and I will literally be here in seconds. Okay? Just tell me what you need and I'll get it. Right away." She closed her eyes, letting out one, slow breath, before opening her eyes again and nodding slowly.

"Okay. It is in a black shoebox, in the back of my closet. There are four pictures in it, take them, please!" she begged, and my I remembered what seemed like a million years ago, watching her take that box out and look at the picture of her dad.

As I ran, and leapt back over the wall, I understood that that would be the only part of her family left. My heart pumped out of my chest for my Maribel… I wanted so badly to make this all go away. Let her have a normal life where she could see her parents all the time, and be with me the rest of the time.

I scaled her window, and leapt through. Looking around, I noticed no one was here, and breathed a sigh of relief. I paced towards her closet, and immediately spotted the box at the back. Picking it up, I smiled at the hearts drawn over the lid.

And then, her door opened. My heart picked up its speed as footsteps paced across her floor to her bed, and her mother's voice called out, "Maribel? Baby, I could not sleep… I was worried about you!" I swallowed, and then I heard her feet stop. And then… a loud, piercing scream sounded.

Shit, shit, shit! Not good, this is terrible. I stepped out of the closet, saying pressed against the wall. I poked my head around the corner, and saw a man sprint into the room, starting to ask what was wrong. I couldn't even comprehend what Mrs. Castillo was saying through her sobs, but the man must have because he shouted for some more people.

I quickly bolted across the room, careful not to make one sound as I leapt onto the window sill.

"Hey! Who are you?" Mrs. Castillo suddenly shrieked in fear, and I turned back, seeing her look at me. Panic rose in me and I jumped, leaping from the window at a fast rate.

I spared a glance back and saw her and the man standing at the window, she screaming in anger and disbelief, him glaring menacingly at me.

I leapt over the wall without looking back getting to Maribel in seconds. She stood quickly, smiling gratefully as I stuffed the box in her arms.

"Oh, Freddie, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, hugging it to her chest. The happy look on her face was enough to get me to calm down.

"Did you get caught?" she asked me, concerned. She probably noticed my haphazard, slightly panicked expression.

"Yes… your mother caught a glance at me. This is why we have to hurry, sweetheart. Now, climb into my arms," I said, but I controlled my voice so it wouldn't sound worried. She did as I asked, and I began running.

She didn't stir in my arms; just softly shut her lids as I sprinted, this time at full speed. I was slightly worried they were somehow following us, though it would be impossible for a human to run at this speed. Still, I think I was perfectly justified to be a bit paranoid.