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Chapter Five
When the newborns crashed through the trees, she could admit to some trepidation.
When they zeroed in on her cousin who was clearly showing some loss of mental faculties, she clenched Edward so tight he squeaked.
But it was when they started running that she finally felt fear.
"Containment Alpha!" The wands of the three women in front of them went up before the order was finished, the movements swift and efficient but delicate.
And she had no idea what happened but suddenly the meadow in front of her exploded into fire.
Literally.
She may have peed a little.
Bella watched, horrified, as the flames consumed everything in their path. Rushing toward their group faster than she ever thought possible.
"No—!" Her cry was cut short as the heat crashed into her, the wind accompanying it whipping her clothes and hair about in painful stings and sharp cracks, stealing her voice.
She felt helpless, panic acutely sinking in that whatever the witches did didn't actually do anything and now they were all going to be burned beyond recognition—
But the front of flame suddenly shot upward, towering into the sky above them following along an invisible edge she didn't see.
The final product was an enormous dome of orange and red and blue and—
—she was in there.
Ho-ly fuck her cousin was in there.
The one who was so unbearably excited to get a desk job, was in the middle of that tiny sun and how did she not notice sooner?!
Screw this.
Whirling around to the wizard intending on screaming his ears raw because seriously how was this the plan—only to be drowned out by the most horrific screams imaginable.
She dropped Edward without thinking, her palms coming up to slam against her ears as it intensified.
The wizard next to her shoved his hands in his pockets but not before pointing and cackling at something behind her.
This was clearly a bag of crazy she wasn't touching with a ten foot pole.
And what she saw when she turned back around only solidified her previous thought.
Vampires were flinging themselves at the wall of the dome, hoping for freedom and respite against the fire but it was no use. The flames consumed them strangely slowly but they never wavered in their attempt to escape.
And the screaming never stopped.
It was awful. It was horrendous and disturbing and clearly torture—
She couldn't look away.
It was like a car accident. Not like a fender-bender or running it off the road. It's the one where a semi-truck collided with a passenger car head on and the tiny commuter vehicle looks like a matchbox. You pass by and can't help but look and it's not until after you're long gone that you realize the people wouldn't have had the time or the ability to escape and no human could have fit into what that car now resembled.
But they did fit.
Forcibly.
And as the maniacal grin got wider on the mans face and his eyes reflected hellfire orange, she watched as the inferno turned alabaster armor into airborne ash and wondered how her cousin could possibly come out alive.