A/N: The shortly anticipated new chapter is up! Thank you to xxDibDabxx and emzigale07 for your 'Update soons!' For this chapter.

Chapter Six

The thoughts in the room almost overwhelmed him until his wife blocked them out, thankfully. Edward sat on the cream sofa, Bella's head on his lap, listening to his family argue over this boy, when the other one was lying comatose just above them. "He wouldn't just leave without Arthur. Come on, he's destined to save him from himself. I don't like the idea of paradoxes at the moment, thank you very much." Emmett had his bulky arms crossed as he leant against the fireplace contemplating with the vampires.

Patting his head sympathetically, Rosalie stated, "There there, no need to try to seem like an uber geek around us, we all know you're more muscles than mind." Sticking out his tongue was the huge vampire's response to his blonde wife's remark. She then turned to her adoptive father, "I told you we should've kept him in to keep him in check. Alice's thick idea has dropped us in deep. And we have Renesmee to think about!" She cared more for the little girl than anyone else in her family.

Standing on the opposite side of the room was Jasper, "I think we should split off into, what seem to be, nomadic covens." Everyone glared at him, waiting for an explanation. "We can find him better if we do that. Or we could report this, but none of us want the Volturi to intervene. One, they'll kill Merlin, or die trying." Emmett smiled at that idea. "Two, they'll attempt to place blame on us, seeing as we did cheese them off with the wolves and witnesses. And three, they'll need to feed whilst over here and our friends live in this area."

Upstairs was Alice, sitting beside Arthur, stroking his blond hair, murmuring words of encouragement and hope in his ear, as you're supposed to do, to help them wake up. There was a sudden, yet slight thud at the window. Looking up, the female vamp noticed someone behind the glass. Merlin. His face was flooded with worry as he lifted the barrier open. "Shh!" He placed his finger up to his lips like a preschool teacher would, whilst climbing down into the room. "How is he?"

"I can't see you." Whispered Alice worriedly. Merlin didn't respond to her comment, "And, you should make yourself known to Carlisle." She could tell Merlin was listening, yet knew she knew the answer, meaning there was no need for any real response.

Suddenly, Arthur started convulsing. Making Alice dart down the stairs lighting speed. Merlin, on the other hand, stood up, placed his hand on the prince's head, and murmured a few words, "Suscitatio ex lamia somnus quibus vos recubo."

As the family of vampires entered the room, they found Merlin, laying there, on the floor beside the bed. Rushing over to him, Carlisle instinctively checked for pulse and breath. Of course there was none. "Where am I?" The groggy, demanding, British voice was of Prince Arthur Pendragon, newly awakened from his deep slumber. Esme was already stroking the hair back from his eyes and started force-feeding him water, like a mother to her sick child.

"You're safe now." The prince looked up to see the face of an angel. With a pearl, heart shaped face, a voice of an orchestra and warm, liquid topaz eyes. She also fitted a gap that was not easily filled. She smelt beautiful. Yet, that was not what he cared about in that moment of time.

There was a huff from the doorway, "You call us safe?" Another angel stepped up into sight, gorgeous golden hair that fell down beside her waist, golden eyes, pale skin and a Siren like quality. Were ever he was, Merlin had been dragged along too. Arthur knew this, as he caught a glimpse of the young warlock collapsing just as the prince was awakening. But he looked different to the weak, meagre manservant he had saved several times, and whom had saved him.

Emmett glided over, scooped the royal up and took him out of the makeshift ward. Picking Merlin up, Carlisle placed him upon the bed and attached him to the monitors, which said nothing. "We've got to find out what's happening with them before we can jump to any conclusions." Stated the doctor.

Trying to read the thoughts of Merlin, Edward was confused. He knew the boy was alive, as far as vampires were concerned, but he couldn't read him. The worst thing was that vampires shouldn't be able to sleep, or fall unconscious. And Jacob couldn't keep away for too long, being he was the alpha of the wolves that owned the land they stood, to a certain extent. Renesmee would have to stay with the wolves or Charlie, whom would be monitored by the Quileutes. He thought everything had started to fit into place, but now he knew that more trouble would arise if they stayed in Forks for much longer.

Edging closer to the warlock, Jasper was tense, not by the other vamps doing though, but by his own emotions. He was having trouble with feeling what Merlin was. A slight sense of regret kept on creeping up every now and then, but nothing ever clear. It was as if there was a shield with slight cracks in, but nothing that let him fully know. This was worrying the anxious vampire even more.

"But Bella can't block you out, she never has!" Whispered Edward in response to Jasper's thoughts. The warlock must've been a different type of shield, stronger. No wonder the Volturi had banned wizards and vampirism. "You're lucky you can get glimpses, I can't hear a thing!"