A/n: Sherry's the winner.
Chapter 46
"Mom!" Edmund screamed, catching my attention. He pointed towards the house, where I saw my father and Edward fighting. Aro had the upper hand. Edward was lying on the ground and he was towering over him, chanting a spell. Edward was doing his best to fight against it, but it was no good, my father was too strong.
"C'mon," I said, pulling Edmund with me. I was going to stop him once and for all.
He saw me coming and stepped away from Edward, with a big smile on his face. "Daughter," he said, in greeting as if we were the best of friends. "How are you? I haven't seen you in so long."
"Yeah, not since you put me in a slumber," I muttered.
Just then I was hit with a wave of memories, one's I had been trying hard not to relive.
The day I had been taken, after we had seen Paul in the woods, I was taken to a temple. Where my father tried to convince me to leave Edward and come back to my family. He had no idea that Edmund existed, so he didn't understand why I was reluctant to give up Edward. Even after he and Caius had me tortured and beaten.
It was only now that I realized that Alice had been there too. She had been lingering in the background, with her cloak covering her face. Her new husband was there too, but at that moment I didn't know who he was.
My father was humiliated because I wouldn't leave Edward and rejoin them. So, to get his own back, he put a curse on me and if anyone broke it, other than him then I would lose all my memories. He, of course, took great pleasure in telling me his plans before he carried them out.
He thought it was amusing that Edward would come to save me and when he did, he would be the cause of my memory loss.
He was a sick and twisted old man, and I knew then that Edward was right. There was no way our family or our people could ever be safe while he was still alive.
"Edmund," I whispered, low enough that only he would be able to hear because of his wolf genes. "I want you to do the same thing you did to your Aunt Alice."
I waited for Edmund to take my father's sight, catching him completely off guard, and then hit him with every ounce of power I had. I didn't let up until all screams of pain and anguish had stilled. Then, I let him fall to the ground and looked down at his burnt remains.
He was dead.
The nightmare was over.