Chapter Eleven
A/N: Here is the new chapter. Ahh! The suspense is killing me :p LOL… By the way, the ages are calculated from the date of the birth/transformation, to 2009.
"ALICE! Sis! C'mon, whatever you saw couldn't have been that bad!" Yelled Emmett at the top of his vampiric voice. It was snowing in the Hurricane Ridge mountains where he and his beautiful wife were.
Climbing a tree, Rosalie called for her adopted siblings. Dropping down, she huffed, "Typical, as soon as it gets rough they leave us, no matter what the plan we all agreed on. Like vigilantes. They're only members of the Olympic Coven when it suits them." Stressed the blonde haired angelic figure punched the tree making it split and crash to the ground.
Comfortingly, her bear like husband swept over to her and wrapped his arm around her waist, "But they always come through in the end, Rose. Alice could've had a plan to, I don't know, but what I do know, is that they won't just abandon us aimlessly. It's probably an Edward situation, running off to protect those you love." The male vampire kissed his wife's golden head.
Rosalie spun around to face her bear man, "We could take Nessie away, just for now. Edward would be okay with it, he doesn't want her hurt, and I'm sure Bella wouldn't mind." The musical voice of the woman almost sounded desperate.
"Is this all it's about? Whether Nessie is okay? Oh Rose." Emmett kissed his wife and hugged her, slightly rocking side-to-side. It was like a painting. Two beautiful beings in the snow gazing into each other's eyes embracing. "I would do anything for you, but I can't give you a child."
Pulling away, Rosalie looked at her husband disbelievingly, "Have you not been paying attention? You can have children. It's ME! All I've ever wanted is to have a family, and I'm denied it! Oh, but my husband can get as many women pregnant as he wants, but not me." She gave a tearless, hysterical sob.
"But if I did get them pregnant, I'd kill them, if not during, then after. It's only you I want anyway, so I wouldn't. Trust me." The male smiled at his wife and took hold of her two elegant hands, "But back to what you said before, I want to stay for the fight, it's the least I can do for them. But I'd join you once it's over."
Sighing, the angelic female glanced down to her feet then looked back up, "Forget it. I had a moment of weakness that neither of us will mention again, okay?"
Saluting, Emmett jokingly then shouted, "Yes ma'am!" Only to receive a super-punch in his gut of steel. "Ouch! Argh! Rose, that actually hurt." He fell to the floor. Confused, Rosalie knelt beside her husband, and held his hand, only to realise there was blood on it and she could smell there was more on him. She recognised it. But the last time she had smelt it was nineteen thirty five. It was his blood.
Gasping, the vampiric female pulled away, "Emmett, you're bleeding." Only when she said this did she notice the wounds. He was being mauled by a non-existent bear, rolling around screaming in pain, his dimples made his gorgeous face look childish again. Carefully, Rosalie lifted the man and ran. This was de ja vu if there ever was.
Pelting at vampire speeds, Rosalie carried her pained husband back to her family's home. In about thirty eight minutes, the beautiful woman burst though the door, startling and outright terrifying Leah whom was sitting beside an unconscious Arthur. "Where's Carlisle, dog?"
Jumping up, the werewolf replied, "Well, the last I heard from him was when you bloodsuckers left. What's wrong with him?" She nodded to the mutilated Emmett.
"I don't know, hound, all I do know is that he's being torn apart by a bear that died several in nineteen thirty five, when Emmett did. I can't do anything about it." Rosalie would've been in tears if she had them.
Walking over, Leah placed her hand on Emmett's face, then looked at Rose concerned, "There is something you can do, but, it depends on how in control you are."
Realising what the werewolf had meant, the vampire kissed her husband's head, "I can't, I couldn't seventy four years ago, I can't now. I have to find Carlisle, or he'll die!" Suddenly, something of a tear ran down her pale face. Gasping, the woman fell, crashing into the glass coffee table. Bruises started to form all along the girl's arms and face, almost as if she had been beaten. "Get help, please." Before she could say any more, the girl was unconscious.
Horrified, Leah exploded into a wolf, Jacob, where's Carlisle?
Why? Leah, what's wrong?
Just tell me where he is will you!?
He's here with me, what's wrong?
Blondie and bear guy are, uh, human. I can't explain it, but they are dying!
The mental conversation was over in an instant. Back in human form, and a spare set of Alice's clothes, Leah watched over the two fatally wounded, but not for very long, for Carlisle and a huge russet wolf burst in. The vampiric doctor ran over to Emmett first of all and checked for a pulse. There was one, but only faint, and it was obvious he was dying. Looking towards the wolf in desperation, the blond vampire asked, "Jacob, may I?" It nodded instantly.
Pulling Emmett's head back to expose the neck, Doctor Cullen sunk his teeth in, fusing the venom with his adopted son's blood. A roar erupted from the boy, grabbing at Carlisle, "You promised! You promised it wouldn't happen again! Oh, god! Please! The burning!" His pleas made Leah cry, even though she hated what was going on and what he was going to be again.
Pulling himself away, Carlisle repressed a sob, closed his eyes and spun around to Rosalie. Opening them, he set eyes upon something that had traumatised him seventy six years ago. A bloodied and beaten young female on death's door. Carlisle had never done two conversions in one day, so, bracing himself he prayed he didn't kill his adoptive daughter, he then repeated the biting technique, the girl, however, sighed and relaxed in the blond doctor's arms. "You could've just let me die." She then fell unconscious and started her coma in which she was to burn internally.
Standing, Carlisle ran a hand through his neat blond hair, "Please, Jacob, Leah, please go find my other children, I fear it's too dangerous for them out there." He sighed, "I should stay here to look after these three, morphine may make Rosalie and Emmett more comfortable, I hope." In a split second there were two wolves dashing out of the building, pelting into the forest.
The three hundred and sixty six year old vampire started setting up beds for the two comatose
ex-vamps, making sure they would be as comfortable as possible. Carefully, he placed his children upon them and sorted out their doses of morphine, injecting them with it in the places Edward had told him too. He constantly checked up on them, making sure they were okay.
Waking up, all Arthur could see was a blurry image of two occupied beds and a graceful figure gliding in between them. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed it was the blond bloodsucker that destroyed Merlin. A growl he had never heard before rose from deep within, startling the doctor, "Where is Merlin?" The future king asked through gritted teeth.
"I- We don't know, but I assure you-" Before he could finish his sentence, the prince had darted over and had the vampire pinned on the wall by the throat, "Please, Arthur, let's act like gentlemen."
Grasping hold of Carlisle's scarf, Arthur forcefully threw him into a wall, "I'm a prince, you are a demon, we can never act like gentlemen, I am higher than them, you, undoubtedly, are lower. It's called a hierarchy, parasite. Not like you'd know what it is."
Picking himself up, Carlisle brushed himself down, and attempted to reason with the heir to the thrown, "I'm a-, I'm not an uncontrollable demon that feasts on human blood. I'm the son of an Anglican pastor and I drink animal blood, a vegetarian of sorts. Please, I fear something may have happened to you, you're stronger than before, faster, and if Merlin was as unwell as it seemed, we should all pray Nimueh doesn't get her claws in him."
Taking a few deep breaths, Arthur's head cleared enough to sit and contemplate all Doctor Fang had said. It only took a few minutes to piece it together, but he was too late, for darkness had started to close in. That was the beginning of the end, of time…