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Dream's Shadow

This is my take on the over- and usually poorly- done plot. Edward leaves Bella again. She is changed and they meet again in the future. There will be a big twist! Requested by Iris. Banner by Iris!

Try it! I know stories like this usually stink, but I thought I'd give it a try. I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer owns all.

60. Chapter 60

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It is dark and dreary nothingness inside Volterra. The castle we have penetrated now swallows us up, weeping its sad lonesome story of so many, too many years, to the first fresh and un-doomed ears it has possessed in so many, too many years.

This time, I tumble through the sewer on my own. I am strong like him now… and so I feel a different fear. I fear not for myself, but for the one in the depths of this accursed stronghold. Poor Alice. I pray she is all right, but I have no way of even hoping…

Can’t grow gloomy. Can’t expect Jasper to stand it. Must stay strong…

Edward takes my hand in the darkness, and I feel instantly better. He comforts me. He is my bulwark, my shield. With him, I am steadfast and strong. Without him, I have all the strength of a snowman in July.

The darkness swallows us up as we pad through the tunnel. Alice. We must find her.

It’s my fault. All my fault. If I hadn’t gone and dragged her with me on a selfish search, she’d be safe at home, not in Volterra, imprisoned or worse.

No, not worse. She’s locked up. That’s all. She isn’t dead. She’s perfectly safe, and she’ll be fine, and Aro will have to let her go…

These thoughts I send clearly and “accidentally” to Jasper.

It doesn’t work. I can feel the gloom hover around him and sense his own mind. What if she’s gone, what if she’s dead, what if I never see her again, kill, kill, I’ll kill them all, they’ll kill me but I’ll be with you, kill, kill anything, anyone for you, Alice, kill…

It is a savage litany that doesn’t belong. I fear that without her he will revert to the carnivorous ways of our kind, feasting on human blood, abandoning family, reveling in death and pain. I send a cruel thought at him. Would you, if she is dead, dishonor her memory so? You know she wanted you not to kill.

I can hear the sigh, heavy even in his mind. No. I won’t kill, even if she is gone… but I will avenge her. I won’t be a murderer, but if the Volturi slew her, in defiance of their own laws… they will learn the meaning of punishment.

I try to soothe him unheeded. Well, there is nothing more I can do. I must face the possibility she is gone… and what I will do if she isn’t. I must face the Volturi, creatures of my nightmares.

I have to, for my sister’s sake.

We walk down the hallway. I squeeze Edward’s hand, and he returns the gesture. After, our hands are as floppy as fish, without any bone to them… full of fear. Full of hate. Full of worry.

Our family needs each other. I cannot go without my sister…

In these thoughts, I don’t notice the hall has ended until I bump into solid stone. I feel around to find the section of wood… an entry way. This is how one enters the palace of the vampire kings, and I have come to beg another boon of them.

Summoning my courage, I knock on the door.