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All she can do is fight. Fight, and never back down or give up. Never show any hurt or pain, be brave and show her enemies a strong face. War is a hard thing to do. Bella Swan is close to just losing it. Her fiance is kept down with the power of another Volturi member, who is ruthlessly trying to capture her and all of her family-siblings and Cullens. She's the only one who can stop the fight. But can she find it in herself to do it? Sequel to Deceiver.

Most charecters are owned by Stephenie Meyers. Becka, Aaron, Alex, KJ, Jasmine and the new Volturi members are all just a prt of my imagination that I created to go with the plot.

16. Chapter 16

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I think in those final moments of a person’s life, they notice everything much more clearly. The notions that they forced themselves to believe became no more and it was only the truth that lasted inside of you. You see the true consequences of what you have done, and know that you either did well in the world, or bad. Light or dark. Love or hate.

In the many occasions when I had been thrust to deaths door, I had never gone through any of that, but only because I never had been fated to die in the instance. When I was changed, my human life only faded in the background; it was still strong and alive within me.

But staring into Jade’s eyes as Becka leaped forward at her, as she violently grabbed her neck and tugged, I knew at once that she was going through her own epiphany. And from the sadness in her eyes, I knew she realized that what she had done during her time on this earth had not been good, had been evil with her benefit solely in mind. So she didn’t scream, or try to fight. She took the fate that she put herself in. As her head disconnected from her shoulders, her eyes shut and her face became emotionless.

And then she was gone.

I was sure my body showed some indication, like a shudder or stiffening, to show my absolute shock in that moment. I had killed before, but I had never seen someone’s face when they died. I had never seen the light, the reason, leave a person as easily as the wind blows out a candle. I felt disconnected from my body, as if I was a ghostly observer, not really there. I was sure my reaction was much better than others that were threatening to come out, like collapsing to the ground or skipping around with joy that this trauma was finally over, that no one had to run anymore.

Numbly, I was aware that someone near me was talking, but the effect was muffled; there was a roaring in my ears similar to the thunder of a waterfall. I was still staring at Jade’s decapitated head, which seemed oddly dead even though we had yet to burn it. Had she truly given up the fight? It seemed as if she had.

More whispered murmurs behind me, still seeming as if in another language. Then I was suddenly being scooped up into strong, familiar arms, and we were gone from that place, running quickly away.

Awareness slowly crept back into my mind, and I was able to identify the arms I was laying in, the safety that came from them. I snuggled closer into him, breathing in his rich scent, and closed my eyes in contentment.

He suddenly stopped, surprising even me, and I opened my eyes as he sighed in relief, and tilted my face up to meet his. “Thank god,” he whispered, touching my forehead with his. “I was getting so worried when you weren’t responding. I was so afraid that somehow Jade got into your head, and that you were somehow trapped in your mind.”

I blinked once. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m fine. It was just the surprise of…I wasn’t expecting it to be like…I’m sorry,” I finished lamely, unable to finish my thoughts out loud.

He held me closer to him. “Don’t worry; it’s alright. I would probably be in your situation right now if this was the first time I had to see what you saw.” Then he pulled back slightly and studied my face again. “How are you feeling, though?” He seemed overly cautious, wary of my answer.

“I’m okay now,” I murmured, closing my eyes again and letting his amazing scent relax me. He resumed his running, and we went on like that until something occurred to me.

I gasped and moved slightly, and he stopped and set me down immediately. “What’s wrong?” he asked in concern.

“Where are Aro and the others?” I questioned, looking around. We were far enough away now that I couldn’t feel or smell them anymore, and I cursed myself for being so weak.

“Becka took Aro back to Italy, and Aaron and Alex went with her. They’re going to meet up with us at your place,” he told me calmly. I bit my lip, and I knew I would have blushed if I had been human at that moment for overreacting.

“Hmm,” was all I said. What else could I say?

He nodded and chuckled. “Come on; let’s get to your apartment. They’re probably there already, if I know you brothers as well as I think I do.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Of course they’re probably there already. Baseball’s on right now. They never miss a baseball game. If they do, it’s like the end of the world or something.”

He laughed as we began to run in the direction of my house. “That sounds like Emmett.” I laughed too. I never knew Emmett to miss a game, even if he had to tape it.

“Our family,” I laughed as we sprinted through the forest.