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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.


33. Chapter 33: Solution

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"This just keeps gettin' better and better," Emmett said, sarcastically.

"Emmett, enough," Carlisle said, growing irritated with his approach on the matter.

Emmett stifled a snort, but Carlisle ignored it, trying to figure out our best way to approach this.

"What do you want to do, Carlisle?" Alice asked, softly.

There was a moment of silence before he shook his head solemnly and said, "We have no choice. We have to fight. I...hate violence...I really do. But, I love you all too much to let this happen."

"What about Bella?" Edward asked, anxiously, "We can't just let her fight; she doesn't have the skill. As a newborn, she doesn't stand a chance."

"Actually..." I said, "Maybe I do."

"Edward, we can't fight for our lives and worry about protecting Bella at the same time, it doesn't work that way." Carlisle said, regretfully, "We need to let her try."

"What?" Edward was trying desperately to control his anger, to not take it out on Carlisle, "No. No, are you kidding; no!"

"Oh, yes, I will." I debated, turning towards him now.

He finally turned on me, "No...you won't." He turned back to Carlisle, "We are not letting the woman I love use herself as bait when she is so vulnerable. I won't let you do it."

I turned him back to me and said, firmly, "Edward, stop it. I would do almost anything for you; you know that. But, I will not be a coward for you, please don't ask me to."

He glared at me, but my expression remained firm. I would not let him intimidate me into backing out, I refused. Now that I had the power to help, nothing could stop me from doing so, not even Edward.

"And how the hell do you plan on surviving against vampires that have been around for thousands upon thousands of years as a newborn, huh? Bella, you are insane. And I am not letting you do this. We'll figure this out--"

"There's nothing to figure out, Edward. We've defied the law and they're gonna kill us for it, I have to fight."

"No, you don't and you won't. I won't let you; don't you get it, Bella? Nothing will happen to you, even if that means our destruction."

"How dare you?!" I said, angrily, "I will not let you die for me. Do you even understand how absurd that is? How impossible? It's one thing to put yourself on the line to save me, but to expect your family to do so is utterly ridiculous."

"Our family," he corrected, "And, we have to save you. We don't have a choice in the matter, Bella, we are saving you and that is final. You have no say."

"Edward," Esme came in softly, trying to play peacemaker, but Edward tried to ignore her, "Please listen to her. This doesn't just affect you two now, it is all of our lives we are talking about. We can't just let your stubborness decide our fate."

"So what exactly are you saying?" He said, closing his eyes and clenching his fists to keep from yelling.

"You need to teach Bella everything you know. We all will. We'll take turns showing her everything we can in the time that we have and that will prepare her enough to be able to help."

"Absolutely not. How could you possibly expect me to do that?"

"Well, how could you expect her to sit on the sidelines and watch when we know you would never do that for her?" Esme challenged, now placing her hand on Edward's shoulder. "My son, I know how hard this is for you, but if you want her to have a fighting chance...if you want us to succeed...we have to train her. Otherwise, we will all die. We can't spend our time worried about Bella, that will only distract us. But, if Bella could help us, she could be a great asset to our success."

Edward glared into space, not allowing this sense to sway him. "Leave us alone," he eventually said, "I want to talk to Bella alone."

He didn't have to turn around to know that within seconds, the room was cleared of everyone but us. When it was empty, he turned to me and shook his head, "You people are insane; why are you so anxious to die for me, Bella? Why are you so eager for death? I don't...I don't get you." His voice cracked slightly at the end, like he was trying not to cry, but he immediately straightened up in determination and tried to argue with me again.

"This isn't a game, Bella. If we go to fight now, they will destroy us." He said, firmly.

"We don't know that. Edward, if I could get a handle on my power; if I could learn everything you can teach me, we might very well be able to defeat them."

"No, we don't." He said, stubbornly.

I scoffed, and said, "Edward, the way I see it is you have three choices here: One is, you remain the same old stubborn idiot that refuses to fight with everything you have just because of your fears of losing me and we all inevitably die from the lack of preparation. Two: you train me to fight, let me learn for myself how to embrace the skill and strength that could very well save our lives. Or three: I go hand myself over to the Volturi, let them kill me, and get them off your butts for good."

He winced at those words, but I didn't feel guilty at all. He had to learn that I would not let him do this anymore. Now that I could help, I was going to help. Nothing he said was going to change my mind. If he wanted me to stay out of it, I would. But, I would not do it and remain alive. All that mattered to me was the safety of him and our family.

"Bella, that is not funny." Edward said, angrily.

"I'm not trying to be funny, Edward, I'm being realistic. Don't you get it? I'm not going to be the damsel in distress anymore; that's not who I want to be. I'm not going to stand by and watch, that's not who I am."

I returned his glare with a look of determined frustration. Determined to win just this one argument with him, determined to save the day, no matter what it cost me. Frustrated by his utter determination to stop that from happening.

After a while, he reached out, cupped my face in one hand, stroked my cheek, closed his eyes in regret, hung his head, and nodded, slightly. "Okay."

I could hear the regret in his voice; the pain, the sorrow. All the anger was gone, replaced with determination to make me happy while keeping me alive.

He pulled me into his arms, still holding my face, and laid my head against his chest, tucking it beneath his chin. He kissed my hair and exhaled shakily, obviously still debating internally.

I closed my eyes and sighed in relief. Had I finally won a fight? That was strange. I never won. I was beaming with pride, but trying to remain humble about it.

Without warning, he released me, merely holding my arm, and spun me roughly away from him. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to let me know it was starting.

I furrowed my eyebrows, and stared at him, trying to anticipate his next move.

He took a step back, never taking his eyes off of me, not blinking. He reached his hand slowly up, gripped the top of his black t-shirt, and ripped it off effortlessly.

It fell to the ground and my eyes involuntarily wandered down to his chest and abs, taking in his glorious form. It killed me how utterly gorgeous he was; it literally hurt me.

"Rule number one:" he said, breaking my focus, and causing me to jump slightly. "Never...break eye contact." He smirked slightly once my eyes met his and I scowled at him.

"That's not fair, you distracted me...with your utter perfection." I waved my hands frantically towards his chest. I tried to reach out to place my hand on his chest, but right as my fingers touched his skin, he grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand down.

"We don't have time for this, Bella." He turned to walk away from me slightly and then stopped, but didn't turn around, "You have to be prepared for anything. They will try to distract you, they will try to break your concentration...but you can't let that happen. You have to channel all of your energy, all your strength, every fiber of your being into the battle. You...can no longer be the lamb."

He turned to face me and smirked again, "You have to learn to be the sick, masochistic lion. Can you do this?"

The look in his eyes was one of a hunter, a killer, and for once, I saw what he meant about being a vampire and taking a life.

"Can you take another person's life?" He asked me, as if he had read my mind for once, slowly advancing towards me, as if he truly was about to attack me.

I swallowed audibly and forced a nod.

He reached me and I slowly, involuntarily backed up into a wall, and he smirked again, but in a cold, menacing way, "Then, show me you can. Let's get started."