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My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War

The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.


16. Chapter 16: Rosalie VS. the Werewolves

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I was wringing my hands nervously, looking down, and concentrating all my energy on not breathing too loudly. I cleared my throat nervously and forced myself to look up at Rosalie, who looked just as uncomfortable as I did. The seconds were ticking by as if they were hours.

I sighed and Rosalie smiled, slightly, "I'm sorry."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "For what?"

She shrugged, "For putting you in this awkward situation. I should've let Alice and Esme take you with them."

I shook my head, "No! I'm GLAD I'm here." She stared at me and I smiled, "Well, not glad, per se, but I'd rather be here than with Alice deciding what colors to make my bride's maids' dresses."

I shuddered and she furrowed her eyebrows, "I don't get it."

"Get what?" I asked.

"Why you hate marriage so much. I mean, you love Edward and you want to spend the rest of your life with him...you are literally letting him take away your life...but you are so repulsed by the mere thought of officially, legally declaring your heart his. What is so wrong about it? Why is it such an awful, evil thing? To you, it's worse than being a vampire, that's quite backwards, isn't it?"

I shrugged, "It's complicated."

"What's complicated?" She asked, with a slight, appalled chuckle, "I know Renee and Charlie didn't work out, but you have to realize that you are not your parents. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of failing?"

"No," I answered immediately, "Absolutely not. There is no chance for failure; none whatsoever. I have no doubt in us: I love Edward and I know he loves me; that's all I need to know. I have no fears of that; I just fear that place. The...whole MARRIAGE place."

Rosalie tilted her head, "You're scared of commitment?"

I shook my head, "It just seems that marriage can destroy even the most perfect of relationships. And, I would die if that happened to me and Edward. If something so unnecessary ruined our relationship--"

"That will never happen, I assure you." She placed a comforting hand on my arm, "Marriage can only destroy what is not strong enough to survive it and all the hardships that come with it. You and Edward are. One thing you gain, living forever, is the strength to get through trials that no couple could fight through. You have to."

I just stared at her and sighed, "I don't know....It's not evil and I'm not totally against the idea, otherwise, I wouldn't have agreed to it. I just...Edward and I have already risked so much; I just don't want to risk anymore. I love him too much to do that to him."

Rosalie nodded, in understanding, "I know what you mean. If anything threatened to jeopardize mine and Emmett's relationship, I would probably go insane." She hesitated before saying, softly, "But...if you don't take the risk for LOVE...then what do you take it for?" There was a moment of silence while I considered that before Rosalie closed her eyes and said, apologetically, "I'm sorry. It's not really any of my business."

I shook my head, "No, no; it's okay."

She forced a smile, "Just think about it. You have no idea how happy Edward is that you said yes. He won't let you see his happiness. If you aren't as happy he is--"

She broke off, shaking her head, and I immediately interjected, "I am...happier than he is."

"I doubt that." She scoffed.

I tensed up immediately at her tone: I thought we had cleared things up between us. "What do you mean?" I asked, in a small voice.

"I mean that you only searched for him for 17 years before you found him. He literally searched for you for over a century. It is IMPOSSIBLE for you to be happier than he is. As much as we all tried to deny that you were the one for him, it was clear by his change in behavior that it was true. Before you came along, he was always depressed, lonely, EMPTY, though he'd never admit that--especially to you--he was not happy without you. He convinced himself that he was; that he had everything he needed--US. But, then he met you and everything fell into place. Happiness and love RADIATED from him wherever he was. It was just the way I was when I saved Emmett. Like I had found my reason for existence. I didn't want to admit it; I found it completely ridiculous that he could fall so desperately, hopelessly in love with a mere human....But nothing could change it."

I shook my head, "That doesn't make him happier than me. I never knew the true meaning of 'love' until I found him. Don't get me wrong; I love my parents and I have no doubt that they love me. But, that love is nothing compared to my love for Edward."

Rosalie shook her head, "I'm not saying he loves you more. Your love for EACH OTHER is unmeasurable by any earthly statistics. It is far greater than any love or power in existence. I'm just saing...you can't possibly comprehend what Edward went through to find you. And then the idiot let you GO, thinking it would be better that way..." She scoffed and broke off, shaking her head, "We tried to reason with him, but once Edward's mind is made up it is impossible to negotiate with him. We offered to leave so that only he could be with you because Alice foresaw what would happen when he left....She tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen. He said if it meant ensuring your safety and happiness, he would endure every ounce of pain and then some." She hesitated before saying, "And he did. He took on the pain of the world practically and he almost died. If he was human, I assure you, he would have died, no doubt."

I hung my head, ashamed. How DARE Edward go through all that for MY sake? He didn't deserve it. I exhaled shakily and shook my head involuntarily.

Rosalie wrapped her arm around me awkwardly and said, with a reassuring smile, "But...if there's one thing I've learned...it's that you really were worth it. I tried to deny it, but in the end, my stubborness didn't make my difference. You two were destined for each other...and nothing can destroy that."

I smiled, but my smile faded almost instantaneously as she stiffened up beside me and her eyes began searching space suspiciously.

"Don't move." She ordered, her lips barely moving. Her arm tightened around me and, as if on cue, my heartrate sped up by the intensity of the situation. Her eyes widened with realization and she was to her feet in a quick, but graceful movement. She pulled me up and said, firmly, "Run, Bella."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Rosalie, what--"

"NO!" Rosalie slammed me against the wall as gently as she could and crouched down protectively in front of me, angry snarls and growls erupting from not only her, but other voices as well. Rosalie's breathing quickened, but she showed no other signs of fear or weakness.

I tried to see past her, but she was positioned so that I couldn't budge even the slightest or move the smallest muscle. I began hyperventilating in fear, so I clapped my hands over my mouth and struggled to control my forced, ragged breaths. "Rose..."

It came out muffled by my hands, but she understood easily and hissed, "Shh..." before returning back to her protection of me, concentrating everything on keeping me alive and safe...for Edward.

I began trembling and my legs were shaking uncontrollably beneath me as I struggled not to collapse. I tried to find my voice to ask what was going on, but I couldn't speak.

A familiar, cold voice said, sounding distant, "Take care of her....I'LL grab Bella."

"No!" Rosalie yelled. She spun around and kicked a huge man, who I could not identify yet, but he looked familiar, into a nearby wall.

I tried to look over at her, but I couldn't see anything. She was suddenly ripped from her place by two werewolves and thrust into a wall. I screamed wordlessly in fear for her, but she climbed to her feet and charged towards them, but he ducked out of the way and she crashed into another wall, grunting as it dented with the impact of the force she had used.

I felt a hand on my arm and I gasped and started. Jacob was standing before me, a sneer and look of pure anger and betrayal on his face, "Jake..." I gasped, "Please...don't do this."

"Sorry, Bella." He said, coldly, scooping me up, "You leave us no choice."

"NO!" I screamed and struggled uselessly against his strong hold on me.

"BELLA!" Rosalie screamed and I heard a crash followed by another, louder growl.

"ROSE...HELP ME!" I yelled, but I got no response. I began convulsing in paroxysms of anger, using every ounce of strength I had, but nothing worked. Jacob wasn't affected at all by my desperate attempts to escape. I looked past Jake's shoulder to see one of the werewolves holding Rosalie by her legs, using her body to completely destroy the china cabinet.

Rosalie screamed wordlessly and tears came to my eyes. "JACOB, STOP IT! YOU DON'T WANNA DO THIS!"

He glared at me and then chuckled once, without humor, "You're absolutely right. Set her down." He ordered.

The werewolf obliged immediately, throwing Rosalie to the floor, causing a crater to appear beneath her.

Rosalie snarled angrily and climbed to her feet again, "PUT. HER. DOWN.! NOW!" She warned, through clenched teeth.

"Watch the TONE, bloodsucker!" Jacob warned right back, still not releasing me. "Wouldn't want to break the TREATY, would we?" Jacob's eyes suddenly widened and he smiled, "Or do we?" He bent down and picked up a piece of broken glass and looked at me. "I apologize for this, Bella. I really am sorry. You'll thank me for it someday."

He steadied my arm, turned it around, and slid the glass into the skin of the inside of my forearm at the creased of my elbow until blood appeared. Then, he slid the glass down to my wrist before withdrawing the glass.

I stifled a scream and from across the room, I could practically feel Rosalie tense up and freeze, not knowing what else to do.

Jacob looked over at Rosalie, a smug grin on his face, as he waited for her to give into her instinctive behavior and lose all will and humanity.

I was now trembling with pain: how DARE they do this? Who were THEY to tempt her like this?

Jacob grabbed my arm and squeezed it so the blood spilled freely out, and dripped down my hand, off my fingers, and onto the floor.

I struggled to pull my arm free of his grasp, to hid it, and try to ease the smell for Rosalie. My attempts were unsuccessful and were actually worsened when Jacob took me over to Rosalie, held out my arm, and put it right under her nose. "Mm..." Jacob urged, with a chuckle, "Smells pretty good?"

Rosalie began trembling and she tried to back away, but two of the werewolves came over and held her in place. "No..." she mumbled, weakly, struggling against their hold on her.

I struggled to pull my arm away again, but Jacob thrust it even further towards Rosalie. "STOP IT!" I yelled, "Jake, don't do this! You wan't me? Fine, take me. Just don't hurt Rosalie anymore. Leave her out of this."

"No, Bella..." Rosalie argued, deliriously. She forced herself to stop breathing and closed her eyes shut tightly. She pressed her lips together in a tight line and began convulsing, the internal debate growing stronger. "Leave...Bella...alone..." She managed to choke out between her paroxysms of mother nature taking over.

"Rose..." I choked out. "Jacob, PLEASE...you can't do this."

"On the contrary, I CAN." He looked at Rosalie, who was struggling greatly to control herself andhe smirked, "It's only a matter of time before her thirst becomes too much for her to resist. I doubt she'll make it long. Your bloodsucker may be accustomed to it by now, but she is lucky to have gotten this far with the amount of exposure she's had."

The tears were now streaming down my face. What had happened to Jacob? When did he get so cruel and heartless? "Jake..." I sobbed, "Please...don't..."

He nodded, "You're right. Those bloodsuckers are pretty damn fast; they're probably halfway home by now. We need to get you both to La Push. You are our bait...they cross...it's WAR."

"No," I begged, "No. No!"

He ignored me though, "Get the leech and let's get the hell out of here...NOW. We don't have much time."

I sobbed again and then the room began spinning. I placed my head against Jacob's chest, hoping that would make it go away, but before I knew it, darkness was consuming me and I loosened up in Jake's arms involuntarily, falling unconscious, but still subconsciously screaming uselessly for Edward.