They all got into the Cullens' van and took off towards Valjean's house. He lived in the same part of the city as the Cullens, but further in towareds the end of the street. His house was a large, dark 3-storey building with gargoyles and intricate windows. Enjolras knocked on the door.
Valjean came out to greet them. He was a big vampire who looked a bit like Wolverine and a bit like Guy of Gisborne from Robin Hood. People would believed he was their brother. He was dressed in all black, with high buckled boots and a hooded cape. Bella thought he was kinda hot, but looked a bit old, like at least 35.
They all went into the house, which was dark and gothic in style, with lots of scarlet velvet drapes separating the rooms. Valjean lived with his Dad, who was known as Sarge, and Sarge's adopted daughter Fantine. Sarge was a big guy who looked a bit elderly, but not really old, kind of like Bruce Willis. He had short grey hair and wore medieval style leather clothing.
Everyone sat down in the living room, in front of a big fireplace that was carved out like a scene with wolves in a forest.
"Mr Valjean", said Combeferre, "Many unfortunate things have happened while you were out of town. Most seriou, perhaps, is the infiltration by enemy spies."
"That sounds grievous indeed," replied Valjean. "How many spies? What fractions? Are they still on the loose?"
"Only one spy that we know of," Enjolras clarified. "The werewolf Jacob Noir. He's being kept in custody down at the nick."
"Which means that he's indeed free to continue his fiendish operation!" Combeferre stated passionately. "As we all know, the police is worth less than crotte des chiens as long as it is headed by the werewolfasskisser Aberforce!"
Bella felt the rage rising in her. She hated Combeferre so much! But she kept quiet as she didn't want to be thrown out of the resistance now. Cosette looked like she was about to say something, but Marius clamped his hand over her mouth just in time.
"On the plus side," Combeferre continued, and a malicious grin spread across his face like the Grinch when he steals the Christmas ornaments, "We have recruited his daughters, Isabella and Corsette, to our side. And we are planning to use them to our advantage!"
"And you are sure you can trust these two girls?" Valjean said, scrutinizing Bella and Cosette uncomfortably.
"Absolutely," Edward assured him. "Bella has proved nothing but trustworthy."
"Good!" said Valjean. "Nothing like an inside job!"
"What is the next step now?" Enjolras asked.
"That is a great secret," Valjean revealed. "Only those who will prove themselves trustworthy will be initiated. Thus we have decided to put our grand plan on hold until we have got enough trustworthy collaborators to help us carry it out. It is a massive operation, and must be undertaken as quickly and silently as possible."
"Very promising," said Edward. "Does Dad know what it is?"
"He does indeed," said Sarge. "But I wouldn't count on him telling you just yet."
"Bummer!" said Emmet.
As they got ready to leave the Valjean manor and go to their respective homes, Valjean came over and put his hands on Bella's and Cosettes shoulders.
"Listen, girls," he said solemnly, "I know that this is hard for you. Blood is thicker than water, and you must be under enormous pressure from all sides. If you want to opt out, now is your last chance to do so. I cannot stress enough how difficult your position would be should you choose to stay with the resistance."
"It's not even a question," Bella said confidently. "I'm in for the run. It was awful finding out my father is a werewolf, because he has been nothing but kind to us. But my heart belongs with Edward, and with the revolution."
"Sure," Cosette interjected. "I'll choose Marius over Dad any day!"
"Awesome!" said Valjean.
Edward had passed his driver's test, and took them home in his Volvo. It was soooo cool having a boyfriend with his own car! Bella was really proud of him. Too bad the car wasn't a bit flashier.
When they got home, René and Charline were packing lots of clothes and doodas into their largest suitcases.
"Are we moving?" Bella asked. "I really wouldn't mind living somewhere bigger!"
"No, silly!" René said teasingly. "I'm taking you all on a holiday!"
"Yayyy!" screamed Cosette. "You mean like, outside?"
"Absolutely!" René said. "I've rented this little farm place in a mostly abandoned village down in Provence. We've got it for all of next week! You ought to see the place, it's gorgeous."
"I'm sure it is..." said Bella. She was a little shocked, and to be honest she didn't know what to say. Going away on a week long holiday right now was out of the question.
"We found it on the Internet," Charline explained. "It is possibly for sale. We could move down there permanently when vampires gain their human rights back."
Poor, sweet, silly Charline. Bella nearly felt a tear coming to her eye. "We will reclaim our freedom for you, Mom," she thought with lots of love in her heart.
After her parents had gone to bed in their separate rooms, Bella snuck in to have a word with Cosette. To her surprise, her little sister was busy packing all her dresses and summer clothes.
"What are you doing?" Bella asked. "You're not seriously thinking of going to Provance with them?"
"Oh yes, I am!" Cosette said with conviction. "I want to get as far away from that crazy resistance and that creep Combeferre as I possibly can!"
"But what about Marius?" Bella asked, grabbing her sister's arm. "You won't be able to see him again!"
"He'll understand... I hope," Cosette said. "When we are free, he will forgive me if he truly loves me. But I seriously can't fight against Dad. I can't, Bella! He's not a werewolf, and I know it. And deep down, so do you!"
Bella swallowed. She tried to feel around for what she truly believed. Was there still a little part of her that thought René was innocent? Maybe there was. And maybe it wasn't so little. But she loved Edward too much to even concider leaving the Resistance and him.
"I'll just tell them you were kidnapped," Bella said, and went back to her own room.