The first thing I heard was the atrocious chorus of gasps rampage everything.
Emmett and Rosalie immediately started swearing, while at the same time Renesmee fell hysterical.
The rest of us had undeniably fallen speechless in the progress.
As for me, it took almost a minute for the consciousness within myself to make its way back. It was first Elizabeth I realized to be gone. And then Alice, followed by Edward. Once the frozen wall of shock had succumbed, the obvious questions started to flow through my mind. What just happened? Where are my siblings?
It took me another while to realize several pairs of eyes were set upon me during the curt moment inside my mind, And, additionally, the vague voices going through my head actually being real, genuine voice. Shaking my head, I turned to the closest voice I could interpret. "What?" I asked. My voice turned out awkward.
Her eyes, as well as her feelings, were sad. "Do you know what just happened?" Bella, as well, was traumatized.
The others, without as much as a word said, were in solid agreement, from I could tell.
Steadying my gaze on her, I shook my head. I was still in hideous awe. I could still see her face, her eyes. For a second there I had actually had solid belief that she was good, and that all the rest of them were wrong. What happened? Revisiting her fresh, sincere feelings, I could've swore the one moment we had together was enough to tell me she meant well. It hadn't in the least crossed my mind that there was anything else.
The next thing I knew, controversy arose. "I'll tell you what just happened," Rosalie, unmistakeably, cried out. Feeling the rise of anger, she went on, "That little pest took them! She took them and ran off like the coward she is!" Anger surged through her as easily and clearly as her voice spoke. Unable to look at her, as well as anyone, I could feel her eyes penetrating me.
Giving it a moment for everyone to soak it all in, Rosalie, nevertheless, continued, "What do you have to say for yourself, Jasper?" Her question alone was enough to knock a wall down. Her voice was cold, and absolutely furious. "We told you that thing was up to no good. She was only a wreck waiting to happen. We tried to tell you that!" As her rant continued, I could feel a swift move of feet and fire approaching me. "And now look what's happened, Brother! She took our siblings! She took your wife! For God's sake, say something!"
It all went downhill from there. I couldn't say I was, truthfully, in control of myself at the time I did what I did. Perhaps, I was aware. They always did say you were responsible for your own actions. However, in a vampire's case, it wasn't entirely certain that saying was true or not. But whether or not I was conscious of the act I committed, it couldn't be erased of what I'd done. Like a light switch, I had gone from a sullen, unspoken, and calm vampire to, in just seconds, and violent ferocious beast. At the time my sister, Rosalie, said what she said an unknown switch within myself had gone off, and I went ballistic. Not thinking or even aware of a certain thing at that time, my body had exploded into action and sprung on my exasperated adopted-sister. It wasn't until I found my pale, firm hand, gripping-and hurting the existence of one of my clan members by the throat-that I eventually became aware of what I was doing.
But, it wasn't until my eyes caught sight of a bright gleaming shine of fear rising through her eyes, that immediately let go. I turned away, suddenly appalled with myself, and started off the same exact way I had done when Alice, Edward, and Bella the first time they'd told me about my sister.
Vaguely hearing several voices speaking at the same time, I found myself at a halt. Were they speaking to me? I wondered. My head was down low, and my hands were inside my jacket pockets. Why should I even care? the next thought crossed me. I was walking away to get away from the talking so why stop? I shook my head. I'm losing it.
About to get the idea to again start walking away to some place other than here, the real reason to why I had froze came forth. Recognizing a particular scent in the air, and a peculiar new one, they had just arrived. Not far from us, not far at all, they were on more than on our doorstep awaiting an answer.
But, they didn't have to wait long. Everyone in this house, who smelled it just as quickly as I did, were just as curious, and slightly, seeking vengeance at meeting the visitors.
(Continuous after last chapter)
I knew that if a vampire ever bit a werewolf the werewolf would die. The venom used to turn humans to vampires was like poison when worked on these kinds. And Aro bit him just out of humor and to see the clear hurt in my eyes. The filthy bastard!
But, this was no time to curse the dreadful monster out now, I knew. Swaying away from the sweet and longing thought of revenge, I focused my attention back on Samuel. How long would he have before he went? The solemn question was still unsure of as my answer, but I knew that if he did go it would be best out here in the middle of nowhere than in the middle of a crowd of bloodthirsty vampires in that God-forsaken realm.
Gazing at him delicately, I weaved my pale hands into his dry ones. I looked at him with sadness in my eyes, and all the while care and understanding. I knew that if he at least went, he had best go with at least one person to be by his side when the time came. Even if it was probably the last person he wanted, at least that person would've tried to have cared for him. "I'm so sorry," I said, my voice the sound of a stranger. "I didn't want it to turn out this way." My throat closed at that moment, and I could swear, a feeling worse than death was about to emerge from me. I, as well, was starting to tremble, a terrible shock even for me. Still, I kept my soft gaze on him, no matter the unfamiliar wave-shocks running sprints through and throughout me. A light sting hit my eyes, just looking at him, and for a moment I thought I was actually about to cry! But, giving it a short few seconds or so nothing approached, and my hurt eyes stayed dry.
However, it wasn't the same for Samuel. Unlike me, there were tears trickling down his black marble eyes. A surprise even to me! "No!" I pleaded, shaking my head. "No, please don't!" An unwelcome feeling started up my chest, but, retaining just a little of my self-will, I managed to yield it. I wouldn't let him see me like this. No, a dying person seeing an upset vampire girl was the last thing he or she needed to see before they left the world. I just had to suck it up, as they say. Holding it in with all my strength and energy, my eyes still managed to sneak a glance back into his eyes. He wasn't looking at me. Staring straight-ahead (which for him was sky-high in the dark atmosphere) he looked like at any moment the color within them were going to fade. I worried for that moment. Worried incredibly.
He was going to die. I knew this, there was no doubt I did. But, the real shock and reality of it all still couldn't-or wouldn't-sink in. Keeping my small, pale hand laced within his rough, dark one, I tried to think of peaceful thoughts. It was, honestly, hard to do when at the same time experiencing something unbelievably tragic right before your eyes. But, there was once a saying that said when you lose a loved one, try to overcome the negative with the positive. A foolish, cowardly saying I had first thought of at first, but now it all made sense. And the first peaceful thought that crossed my mind was Jasper.
I thought all about my brother. From when we were both still human and living together, to now when the heart-pumping-like feeling still struck me. His facial features had changed dramatically to fit the perfect vampire figure. His long, soft, gold-colored hair fell upon him like a model. As well, as his palpable strength and boldness. But, he wasn't an over-the-top character at all. He was kind, sweet, and just realizing it, open-minded. He accepted me when he didn't have the slightest spark of memory towards me when we were human. He brought me to his adopted family, a coven of vampires who would've surely torn me to shreds if he had not been there to protect me. He was always there when I needed him the most. Back then and now. The other times when I thought his presence was needed were only a distant memory. Including the time my human half died.
The memories floated by like a crystal-clear river. I could see everything of my good memories with him. Especially, the brief day I spent wandering the woods back in the States, and listening to him tell me of his vampire past. I could even remember the few, very last things he said about the werewolves and their pack. I had wanted to know more about their alliance and etc. and he had explained to me a very complex amount of information.
Tightening my hold on him, I felt a sudden spark of hope. The information he told me, was all I could think of. Maybe, I thought. There was only one way. And that only one way could either be of some last hope for Samuel or the very end. I had to try. "Hold on," I murmured, touching his hands with both of mine. Closing my eyes, it was only a matter of milliseconds before I changed our scenery to another set of woods.
Only this one had a house in it. A very big house.
I could only hope the werewolf-lover family would help me. And if not me, him.
I hope you didn't get the timing of the chapters mixed up or anything. The visitors in the first part if you didn't get it are really Eliza and Samuel. And the second part continous after the last chapter like I said. Any questions as all just let me know:) Oh and the one reviewer who said any werewolf would die if bitten by a vampire. Well, recalling the Eclipse book Jacob was bitten by one, yet still survived. So if I'm remembering wrong or something, then I guess the only thing would be to make that little part up in my story. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and keep on reading. Reviews are most appreciative, as well as helpful critism.