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.
35. Chapter 35: Strategy
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Emmett flew back into three trees, turning each one to sawdust practically, as he did so, landing on one of the only power lines in Forks, breaking them and getting tangled up in them, as sparks emitted from the new outage.
I had just surprised him by being ahead of him, using my power, and now I almost killed him.
I ran over there as fast as I could and quickly untangled him. "Emmett, are you okay?!" I asked, frantically.
"Are you kidding?! That was AWESOME!!!" Emmett said, excitedly. "How did you do that?"
I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "I don't think the rest of Forks will agree with you," I gestured toward the power cables, signaling the loss of power.
He shrugged, "Eh--what the hell do they know? You...are the...whoa, man!" He broke off laughing at his joke and I chuckled too.
"You're an idiot. But, we love you anyway."
He half-playfully, half-aggressively pulled me into a one-armed hug, tucking my head underneath his armpit, and then he gave me a noogie.
I effortlessly grabbed one of his arms and flipped him over me, putting my foot on his chest to hold him down. "So...how'd I do?"
"The only thing you could defeat the Volturi in is a game of brotherly love, Bella," Edward's voice said, firmly, from behind me, "You are NOT ready for this."
I turned around and said, "Edward, please."
He breathed a chuckle, "Now you try that and the Volturi might just...make our deaths a little bit quicker."
"Enough, Edward!" Emmett said, climbing to his feet. "Your stubborn little quips are not helping the situation."
"Oh, and your sarcasm is?! We are going to DIE, Emmett. Do you not get that?"
"I get it perfectly, Edward."
"I don't think you do. See to you, this is all fun and games. Just another prize for your Wall of Shame, but it's not going to be that simple. These aren't any ordinary vampires we're talking about here. And you know that we don't stand a chance."
"I don't know that," Emmett shrugged.
"The hell you don't! You just don't want to admit it! Emmett, will you please just look at the situation realistically for two seconds; it's not as simple as you're making it seem."
Emmett opened his mouth to retort, but Edward continued on more forcefully:
"The Volturi will prevail; it's a given. In how many thousands of years, they have not failed. And they're not about to start now. We're all going to die. Me, Bella, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme...Rosalie."
Emmett growled at that and Edward grimaced, "Just stating the obvious."
"No, you're just being unbelievably arrogant. Look around you, Edward. Do you really want to give up without a good fight? Do you want to lose Bella and your son without fighting with everything we have?"
Now Edward growled, but he slammed Emmett into a tree and said, through clenched teeth, "WHAT is your point?"
"My point is clear. We don't give up. We all have at least one thing that we cannot live without. The Volturi do not know the meaning of love and loyalty. We do. That alone will strengthen us. All we need is a strategy. And we have one."
"And that would be?!" Edward said, now releasing his hold on Emmett, who brushed off his shirt with a smile.
I didn't hear the answer though. I was having another one of Alice's premonitions:
The Volturi were at our house. It was only Aro, Caius, Marcus, Jane, and Demetri.
Aro was playing the role of peacemaker, while Jane, Demetri and Caius were anxious for the kill. In fact, they were each playing out scenarios in their head, each one more frightening than the one before.
Carlisle was talking to them, trying to reason with them, while everyone else was in the corner, protecting one another in case war did break out.
This was it; the war was only just beginning.
I snapped out of it and fell into a tree, clutching my head uselessly. "Edward," I cried, unable to see him right now, as I was still recovering from the power of the premonition. "Edward--I saw it--they--" I broke off and searched for Edward's face.
Edward was beside me, cradling me to his chest, holding my face in one hand. "I'm here, Bella, I'm right here. What is it, love?"
I reached out with a trembling hand and touched my fingertips to his lips. "The Volturi--the Volturi are here."
He looked to Emmett, who immediately took off.
I recovered a lot quicker this time and when I did, he helped me to my feet.
"Bella, let's go! Let's just get out of here!" Edward begged.
"What?" I mumbled, not understanding.
"Let's run away. Please, Bella!"
I shook my head, "No! We are not abandoning our family, absolutely not!"
"AND I AM NOT LOSING YOU AGAIN! Bella, we have a chance to save ourselves." He sounded so desperate and so worried that I almost considered it, but then, simultaneously, we heard Alice's voice:
"Edward, Bella...if you can hear this...please help us. We need you."
"No. Edward Cullen, I am disgusted at you for even suggesting that. We will not leave them to fend for themselves. So either we go and help them, or I go alone. What's it going to be?"
Edward hung his head ashamed, got to his knees, wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me close, laid his ear against my stomach, and cried hysterical, tearless sobs.
"My baby," I heard him mumble, "I love you...so much. I'm so sorry."
"Edward?" I began trembling as his hold on me tightened and he looked up at me and nodded.
"I'm sorry, Bella. You're right."
He stood up and kissed me as deeply as he could before pulling away and saying, "My Bella...I love you..."
He trailed off, unable to find any words to justify his feelings towards me.
I stifled a sob and choked out the words, "I love you, too. More than you will ever know."
He kissed me one more time, whispered the words, "My love," against my lips, and then took my hand and looked at me once more before taking off, me keeping pace with him easily, only because I was a newborn.
This was it; the war was only just beginning.
- Chapter 1: Nerves
- Chapter 2: Confessions
- Chapter 3: Choice
- Chapter 4: Hostage
- Chapter 5: Rescue
- Chapter 6: Inscription
- Chapter 7: Negotiations
- Chapter 8: Rage
- Chapter 9: Endless Conflict
- Chapter 10: Nightmare or Vision?
- Chapter 11: Reassurances
- Chapter 12: Confusion
- Chapter 13: Tension to Reconciliation
- Chapter 14: Assurances
- Chapter 15: Parting
- Chapter 16: Rosalie VS. the Werewolves
- Chapter 17: Torture and Rescue
- Chapter 18: Resolutions
- Chapter 19: Waking Up
- Chapter 20: I do, but I don't
- Chapter 21: We do
- Chapter 22: Reception
- Chapter 23: Possession
- Chapter 24: Depossession
- Chapter 25: Perfection
- Chapter 26: Bliss
- Chapter 27: Unexpected
- Chapter 28: Final Good-byes
- Chapter 29: Inevitablility
- Chapter 30: De Ja Vu
- Chapter 31: Surprise
- Chapter 32: Beginning
- Chapter 33: Solution
- Chapter 34: Training
- Chapter 35: Strategy
- Chapter 36: War
- Chapter 37: Over
- Chapter 38: Breathe
- Chapter 39: Hunting
- Chapter 40: Compelled
- Chapter 41: Utopia
- Chapter 42: Caught
- Chapter 43: Shower for Two
- Chapter 44: Cleaning Up
- Chapter 45: Forever
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