Chapter Seven

"You're kidding me? Keep away from me, you monsters! There's no way Merlin's your kind!" Shouted Arthur, jumping out of his seat and backing away, towards the door. He couldn't accept the fact his friend was something other than the weakling whom had attempted to take the prince on in hand to hand combat, which the warlock had failed in.

Carlisle calmly gazed across the room towards the panicking teenager "Do you know he was born with special abilities?"

"What like a sorcerer? NO! NO, NO, NO! You can't be serious!? There is no way he's of magic!" Arthur backed away further into the corridor, grabbing for a sword that was mounted upon the wall. He held a protective stance, almost crouching, arms extended, the medieval weapon pointed at the vampire. As Carlisle stood up, the royal tensed further and sidestepped out of the door way. Now running, he skidded around the corner and down the stairs. The vampires didn't notice him leaving, as they were too preoccupied with the now screaming Merlin.

"He's got a pulse!" Yelled Alice to her adoptive father whom had just ran into the room. Letting him have space to work, the female attempted to see what was to happen, just like her husband and brother tried out their gifts. Edward attempted to read the warlock's mind, but only got glimpses of the fact the boy was burning, just like a vampiric transformation.

Rosalie and Emmett had left for the reservation after Merlin falling unconscious, so they were not able to hear the agonising screams of the boy. On the other hand, the gifted vamps sometimes found gaps, to their dismay. Nothing looked good; Edward heard the screaming and felt the pain from the boy. Jasper felt terror and horror from the warlock. Alice saw something approaching from the shadows, killing whatever was in it's path, controlling that which knew too much.

The second gap was more terrible, they started panicking, Jasper shouted in terror, Edward gripped his head attempting to block the signal. Alice was blocking her ears, closing her eyes, rocking backwards and forwards. And, no matter how hard Bella tried, she couldn't block the signal that had suddenly hit her family.

"SHUT OFF THIS TORMENT!" Yelled Jasper, dashing out of the room, followed by the other two.

Running through the forest was usually a routine for Arthur, but it pained him. The stitches in his bite had become loosened and the tear in his throat started to stretch. He had heard his friend's pain just as he left, and the screams rang through his ears, and had printed themselves upon his mind. He knew it was his duty to return and help, but he had to get better, strengthen up before he did. It was suicide being a healthy young man, but being an ill young man and doing that was unthinkable.

Panting, shoving ferns from his path, and wading through shallow parts of some rivers, the prince collapsed at the trunk of a tree holding his throat. It was soft underneath him, as he sat on a pile of freshly fallen leaves. The sound of water crashing against rocks made him realise instantly that he had neared the coast. Risky as it was for his health; Arthur dragged himself up and pressed on, reaching a set of steep cliffs.

It was pouring it down with rain, the sky one large, looming, dark purple cloud. The wolves listened intently to the news Rosalie and Emmett had received via phone call. The blonde female vampire would've retched if it was possible, the Quileute boys (and Leah) smelt terrible to vamps, their stench burning their throat.

Jacob was the only shape shifter in human form, rocking Renesmee in his warm arms. The little girl was smiling at her canine descended family. Her real, vampiric family were trying to protect everyone on the planet, whereas, the wolves had to protect the little girl and the other imprintees. Seth and Quil were patrolling the reservation, Leah was circling the vampire's house (To her dismay.) They didn't miss anything though, as their telepathic link kept them informed.

Confusion ran through the group, Sam turned human, "Wait, he headed this direction? Do you think he knows about us?" He asked. "I think we should get Quil to follow the scent and see where the boy ends up."

Arm looped over his wife's shoulder, Emmett laughed, "I'll do it, follow the non-werewolf scent and heartbeat. Cross that against the scent of Arthur, makes a stronger line to follow. And also, if he's a vampy, I can follow unfamiliar, scents. Easy really." He looked smug with how intelligent he sounded. Nodding the wolves dispersed and made their way to check out the surrounding area.

Jumping up, Emmett smiled at Rosalie, "Stay here with Nessie, Rose. It won't take ten. See ya!" With that, he dashed out of the doorway into the pouring rain. The air was swimming with the scent of dog, making it a tad bit harder to track someone. So, with this in mind, the big built vampire made his way to the vampy mansion, then followed the scent he recognised as Arthur's.