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Grim Reaper's Release

When the gruesome murder of a pastor is mysteriously caught on tape, what will happen to the vampire race? Suddenly, the world knows about vampires. The Cullens need to get out of Forks. And fast. But what will happen when the Volturi wants to interfere? Or the Southern Armies? And, more importantly, who are these strange vampire twins? Photobucket

...I've been away for a seriously long time, haven't I? O.O

Well, I'm back with a new story and I still haven't decided if I should continue my other stories. A lot's been happening in my life and I'm sure my feelings on all of my other stories have changed drastically. Anyway, this is just an idea that's been floating around my head for probably a year now but I've never really developed it into more than just a smidge of an idea.

Just a few warnings before I continue: This story is seriously...morbid. It's not really a good story at all. There's violence, world domination, chaos, and the world kind of goes insane...but it has a happy ending! Promise!

Also, the chapters are gonna be really long on this. Like, seriously long. It's not that I want to get this done in less chapters or whatever, it's just that in each chapter, a few different character's point of view's on different things need to be included to add other factors of the story. I mean, if I had each new point of view a chapter, we'd probably be up to 50 chapters by the time I get to the middle.

That being said, I guess a few things you should know is that I don't know when I'll be getting new chapters up. I hope, with winter break here, I'll have this story done by the middle of February, maybe? I was planning on having this only 7 chapters at the maximum, but the farther I get into this story, the longer it seems. And, I hope, I'll be getting each chapter up each week. I've already written chapter 2 and 3 but I'm gonna post them weekly.

Next, I seriously need to thank my best mate Kira with this story. She gave me a HUGE idea for it and has been such an amazing supporter of all my stories from the start!

*breathes in relief* Alright, I think that's all for now. Now that I've gotten it all out, go read. I'm sure the story is much more interesting than my babbling. *snort*

5. Popcorn Plans

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Dr. Mitchell's Point of View

"Mitchells, we're going to need you down at the White House." I stared at the phone in my hand, questioningly. Had I heard Timothy right? It didn't seem likely. I had been close friends with the tight mouthed Timothy Fitzgerald since college and never had he asked me - no, begged - to come down to the White House.

"Why would that be?" I grunted, going through paperwork. My eyes landed on my shining golden award on the my wall. Five years now I had been claimed the best doctor and scientist of the United States. And I bore my title with pride.

"Eh, we got a situation. Let's leave it at that," he mumbled. I sighed, dropping my pen.

"Tim, I'm sorry, but I won't be leaving my laboratories in Orlando if there isn't a good reason. My youngest just started her freshman year at high school. I don't want to uproot the family. Not again." Last time we had move, my eldest had gotten into a bunch of trouble. Thank God, though, we had gotten him straightened out.

"No, no, Mitchells. You wouldn't have to bring the family! Just yourself. Come on, we need you up here. The President is pulling his hair out," he pleaded. I pursed my lips, now the President was needing me? That was even tempting enough.

"Well, what is this even about?" My wife, Jill, would kill me if I came home saying D.C. needed me...unless there was an incredibly good reason for my absence.

Tim paused on the other line before answering, hesitantly. "You saw that thing about the vampires, right?" I burst out laughing. Yes, I had seen the uneventful 'discovery' but did I believe it? Oh hell no. Not for one second. There was no scientific explanation for what he was saying; ruby eyes, sped up reflexes, hard skin.

They just simply could not exist. It went against all rules of the universe.

"Yes, Tim, I saw," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

"Well, we got a family of ten coming in soon," he murmured back. I froze. Wait, he had a family coming in? What the hell did that mean?

"Timothy, don't tell me you think you found a family that consists of vam-" He impatiently interrupted, sounding snippy and grumpy.

"They are vampires, Mitchells, I'm telling you! I wouldn't have them flying in from a goddamn jet in San Diego if they weren't real. Look, we're going to need you down here for DNA testing and all sorts of things. We want to know everything about these creatures and we can't do it without you." I held the phone in my hand, almost in shock.

"You want me...to work...with...vampires?" I asked, shaken by this sudden revelation. He grunted on the other line and I almost fainted.

"I already sent a jet down. It'll be there in an hour. I'll expect you to get on it, Mitchells," he told me. I blinked, trying to understand the words. By the time I had regained my voice, he had hung up on me.


Leah's Point of View

"You gotta be shittin' me," Seth swore. I shot him a curious glance; since when did he curse? I walked steadily out of the kitchen, a large bowl of popcorn carried in my arms. We had planned on a small movie night, though the movies we had to watch were crap. I didn't really care anyway. Anything to get Jacob out of my mind.

Jacob. Our alpha. And he had left us to protect his freaky little imprint.

Bitterness over Sam had left me a cruel, harsh woman but really, this was just too much.

"What is it?" I mumbled, sitting on the old leather sofa. It smelled horribly but, once again, I didn't really care. I guess I had stopped caring about the little things in life a long, long time ago.

Seth shook his head, astonished, and he gestured towards the television. I looked at the screen as I sipped my Coke, eyes narrowing.

Did God just decide one day to make Leah Clearwater's life absolute hell?

There he was, Jacob the Infamous Jerk, striding in some breezy airport in California, gigantic wrists contained within handcuffs and with the - I spit out my Coke. You have just got to be kidding me. With the Cullens. The goddamn, bloodsucking, parasitic, freaky, local abominations who went by the disgusting name of Cullen. I put down my Coke and rushed to get a paper towel, ignoring Seth's snorts of the spilled acidic soda.

"What the hell?" I muttered, cleaning up the drops of Coke and trying to get it out of my old shirt. I really didn't feel like doing laundry tonight.

"Wait, wait! Shh, listen!" Seth clung to edge of his seat, brown eyes wide at the screen. I huffed, settling for the small brown stains on my shirt as simply good enough.

"They were found out, weren't they?" I predicted, returning to the kitchen to throw out my trash. Seth mumbled an inaudible noise and I rolled my eyes. Of course Seth, ever the compassionate and unprejudiced Seth, would get attached to the leeches.

"Yeah, Leah. Ah damn, this is bad. They've got Jacob, too. Look." He pointed to the television and I gazed at the perfectly preppy news anchorwoman from the Seattle news, her heavy eye liner looking like crap as her blond highlights were noticeably horrid. She even had a fake tan. Now, really, who in their right mind would think a tan would look normal on them in this part of the world?

Well, unless you were Native American. Now that was acceptable.

"It's their problem. He got himself into this damn mess, he can get himself out," I muttered, angrily eating my precious popcorn. I hadn't eaten since breakfast this morning and, God, I was hungry. And it wasn't just because of the whole werewolf crap.

"What!? How can you say that, Leah? He's our Alpha!" Seth exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeak, kid, I know. But there isn't much we can do here, in La Push, is there?" I shook my head, propping my feet up on the coffee table. Ah, relaxation. I had been yearning for it since 6 this morning when Mom had woken me up, telling me she was heading to Billy's. I hadn't gotten a wink of sleep since then.

Seth bit his lip, frowning. Oh, jeez, he looked thoughtful. And when my gangling little brother looked thoughtful, you knew something was brewing in that thick head of his. "We should spring them," he decided.

I groaned. It wasn't just the fact that springing them would mean travelling probably across the whole United States, using money which we didn't have. It was the way he said them. Like those abnormal Cullens were family or friends or whatever. Like they mattered as much as Jacob did.

"No, Seth. That's insane," I snapped, struggling to get words out as I ate the popcorn. He grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing loudly.

"Just listen, kay? We could do this, Leah, really. What if we got Sam to listen? To want to help out? We could go find them and help!" Jesus, little kids and their big imaginations. I shook my head, Sam would never listen. Sam would never want to help. And maybe I didn't want him to. Just thinking his name made me want to gag and if I could, I would never talk to that two-faced cheating son of a bitch again in my life.

"Seth, do you know how stupid you sound? We could never pull that off. Let Jacob wallow with the Cullens. It's like they're his family now, anyway. Let them get him out of this mess," I spat, suddenly in a worse mood than I had been in before. Sometimes I wish I could just forget all of this had happened and go away. Somewhere on the east coast, maybe. Far, far, far away from La Push and it's constant drama and troubles.

Seth sighed and settled back into the leather sofa, looking sullen. God, if that kid didn't have me wrapped around his finger, I didn't know what did. I twitched uncontrollably as he pouted, like a kid in a candy store who I had told no to.

He suddenly sat back up, staring at me with wide eyes. "Leah?" His voice shook unevenly and I turned to him. Now what was that matter?

"What, kid? You look like someone just stabbed you in the back or something." I threw a popcorn kernel at him teasingly, rolling my eyes when he gave me a stern look. Sometimes I really wondered who was the older sibling in our relationship.

"What if they do some freaky tests on Jacob and find out what he is?" He wondered aloud. I stared at him uneasily. Somehow in the pit of my digesting stomach, I knew he was right.

I set the popcorn bowl on the table and stood, grabbing a pair of sneakers. "Well, we better go talk to Sam, then," I muttered as Seth's youthful faced turned from a morose frown to a wide grin.


Jacob's Point of View

"Do I look like a vampire to you?" I asked incredulously. The annoying officer continued to aim a gun at me as we sat, sprawled out in the Hummer. It reminded me of a limo, I thought, with its seats facing each other and enough room for two officers to sit with us. I rolled my eyes, ignoring Emmett's snicker to my left. Somehow, the feds had figured out which members were involved with each other. Who were couples, I mean. They had the nerve to separate us from each other in the large, robust Hummers.

My jaw tightened as Alice shot me a warning glance. Right, no phasing in the Hummers. I had to keep in mind that even if Emmett and Alice could walk free, the officers couldn't.

Jasper had been simply horrible when they took Alice to one vehicle and him to the other. And I mean really horrible. Growls and jaws snapping and everything. I mean, Emmett had been pretty pissed when they dragged Rosalie off, but he hadn't practically threatened the officer's life. Though I guess I couldn't blame Jasper and his crazy possessiveness. I had almost phased myself when Renesmee was put in a separate car from not only myself but also from her parents.

As Edward had been shoved into a black vehicle with Esme, Bella had been graced with the presence of the lovely Jasper in her car. I snorted, that must be an interesting ride over there.

Thankfully, Renesmee was with Carlisle, who I knew wouldn't let her out of his sight. On the other hand, Rosalie was with them, which could never mean something good.

"Jacob, just leave it. They're gonna think you're one of us no matter what," Emmett grumbled deeply, leaning into the leather of his seat. I sighed, I suppose he was right.

Across from me, tiny Alice's eyelids fluttered shut over her large eyes. I watched her in curiosity as a look of concentration fell over her small face. Emmett growled as one of the officers turned to look at her, gun in hand.

"You even move your finger towards that trigger and not only will you have one severely pissed off brother on your hands, but I'll let my buddy Jasper know and...I guarantee you, today will not be a good day," Emmett warned. I chuckled into my fist as I watched the man's face turn from horror to pure, unadulterated fear and terror.

Was it possible to have a heart attack from fear? If so, this man was surely close to death.

I knew Emmett wasn't completely serious. One thing I had learned about the odd Cullens in the past month was that they were protective. Not only were they protective over each other's mates or spouses or whatever they thought of each other as, but they were protective over everyone else. Emmett's sign of anger over the man aiming his gun at Alice was just another gesture of just that. They really did actually think of each other as a family.

Another thing was that some of them liked to have their fun with humans. Emmett's threat to the officer was just another example of this, though I could tell from the tightening of his topaz eyes that he really didn't like the idea of his small sister in the way of a gun, though I had learned she was perfectly capable of keeping herself out of danger.

The Cullens would never stop surprising me, I figured.

Alice huffed loudly, her eyes snapping open as she shot me a glance. Once again, I had gotten in the way of her visions. There was once a time that I kind of enjoyed the fact that I got in the way of the leeches, but now I found it disheartening. We might not be in this mess if I hadn't been around.

"Let me guess, nothing," Emmett predicted, his eyes on Alice. She grimaced, shaking her head as she reached up to run her tiny fingers through her spiky hair. Emmett pursed his lips, looking out the window.

"What are you talking about back there?" The officer in the passenger seat hissed. Alice bit her lip, her other hand flattening the denim of her tiny skirt. I wondered sometimes how she could be so small. Alice's compact frame made her seem like a child to anyone who didn't look at her face.

Emmett grunted, "I don't think you really want to know, sir." His voice sounded snippy, almost fresh, which wasn't exactly like Emmett.

"Oh, I bet I do," the officer snapped back. Alice rolled her eyes, glaring at Emmett.

"Now look at what you've done," she murmured softly. I resisted the urge to chuckle as Emmett grumbled. Surprisingly, he had been one of the firsts of the Cullens to really accept me. I still got the feeling Jasper despised the fact that I was around and Rosalie...well, she was a given. Her icy glares were a constant reminder that she wanted me dead.

That was why I had been more than shocked when Emmett had invited me for a fight outside just a mere days after the situation with the Volturi. I had thought he would side with his blond wife on this one, but I guess not even love could get in the way of your thoughts. At first I had stared at him incredulously, wondering if he was joking or if he really wanted to fight me. Edward had then told me Emmett enjoyed fighting, which was actually no surprise when you looked at his bulging muscles and playful grins. The man was a natural fighter.

I had then walked out, cautiously. Emmett was leaning against a large oak tree, grinning widely and exposing his teeth. He had first taken me off guard and attacked without notice, which would have severely pissed me off if Edward hadn't graciously explained his tactics later to me. Apparently, fighting was not only Emmett's favorite past time but a way of accepting people. When Jasper had first come to the family with Alice in tow, Emmett had challenged him to a duel, which Jasper had responded with by simply blinking at him in shock.

I had yet to learn Jasper's past but something about the multiple scars covering every inch of his snowy pale skin told me that those weren't just play scars from Emmett's teeth. Those were real. Jasper had won that first fight easily, putting Emmett down within seconds. I had marvelled at the story as Edward explained, I couldn't imagine someone defeating Emmett in mere seconds. Emmett was huge, like a bear, and with ripping muscles and agility like a snake, I just couldn't see Jasper fighting him, though he was also large and muscled.

I had won that first fight, miraculously. Emmett had justified that it was just the fact that I was Alpha and that was why I had won. I had rolled my eyes, secretly pleased, as I brushed past Jasper and Edward who stood in the doorway, watching with curious eyes.

It wasn't until later that night that Edward came into the room which Esme had given me, with pursed lips. He had unexpectantly told me that Emmett had let me win. I remembered staring at him in shock. The fight had lasted for nearly thirty minutes, there was no way Emmett had allowed me to beat him. But yet he did.

And, as I later learned, with Jasper's first fight, he hadn't expected Jasper's strength to be so strong. He had went into the fight with slower reflexes and softer blows, thinking Jasper was weak. But Jasper was stronger and had taken advantage of the situation before Emmett knew what had hit him. Fighting was Emmett's way of decoding a man's character, Edward had told me. He allowed his enemies to win, curious as to how they would accept victory.

Edward told me that he had yet to fight someone in the family who he didn't approve of. If I had walked out of that fight, pompous and bragging, there was no doubt in both Edward and my mind that Emmett would be ignoring me today. But because I walked out of it, shrugging at Emmett's compliments and head downcast, he treated me as an equal.

And for some reason that really touched me.

As for the others, I still wondered what they thought about me. Carlisle and Esme were truly sometimes a blessing in the household when Rosalie would start flinging things at me angrily and Edward and Bella, even though the history I shared with Edward was anything less than good, had accepted me also. Emmett had been the fifth as Alice came sixth. Jasper and Rosalie stayed against me, though at least with Jasper I could have a civil conversation.

I had seriously lucked out with the people in my Hummer, I thought, gazing at Emmett and Alice.

"We're here," someone sighed softly up front, not noticing we could hear. Emmett lifted his head as Alice turned around, facing the driver in her seat.

"And where exactly is here, sir?" she asked politely, her sweet voice sounding like a hundred bells ringing. The man turned to her in surprise, not expecting her close proximity. I watched as the trail of government motorcycles in front of my Hummer turned into a large, wide road. Behind us, Bella and Jasper's vehicle continued at a steady pace. At least Jasper hadn't massacred the driver yet, I thought.

"Uh," the man stuttered, "you'll see later." Alice frowned, turning back to us. We paused suddenly and I pressed my face to the window.

"Damn," Emmett mumbled, "could they have more security on this place?" I nodded in agreement, my gaze fixing on the tall metal gates surrounding a huge building. My eyes bulged as I read a sign on the gate, high voltage. Perfect. Just what I wanted to read.

"We're being imprisoned, aren't we?" Alice muttered glumly, staring forward with suddenly dark eyes. Emmett's head snapped towards her, his eyes unusually soft.

"Don't worry, Alice. It won't be like that first time, I promise." I stared at him in confusion. First time? Had they been captured before? Alice's head bobbed slowly, her eyes downcast.

Like I said, though I had learned much about the Cullens this past month, there was still a lot I didn't yet know.

And I wasn't sure whether I wanted to know.


Maria's Point of View

"We start with San Angelos," I instructed, my nimble finger tracing the criss-crossing patterns of the large map of Texas. "And then we go up to Midland and down to Odesso. We'll move to the bigger cities as we gain control of Texas." A large table was set in front of me as I mapped our road to success. Noah was standing, a dark figure shrouded in the shadows, as Chester was eying the map before him.

"And the Volturi?" He hissed. I rolled my eyes, they were not a danger to me. They were clueless idiots who were kept up in their Italian palace. Pathetic.

"The Volturi have yet to learn how powerful we are. They'll be too stunned to stop us," I murmured. I had met the Volturi once. Only once. And those were the older days when I had small armies of barely twenty five soldiers. Now I had almost two hundred under my command. Two hundred blood-thirsty, talented, skilled killing machines. They had started off ruthless killers and newborns but we had controlled them.

Or, in other words, Chester had taught them. He was more accustomed to the act of killing than even Ja - I paused, the name caught in my mind. Nothing had ever been the same after my Jasper left. There had been a few decades where the army had shrunk to barely five vampires besides myself. I had lost the power over my people in which I had once owned.

But I had came back, and with a vengeance. My numbers had steadily increased, my mates coming and going. I had yet to find someone like Jasper. Someone as good and bad. Someone as interesting and as useful as he. It was he who I always thought of at night, under the bed of the stars.

I shook my head, Jasper was weakness. His love had made me vulnerable. And weakness was not a flaw a queen should have.

"You think you can stop them, don't you?" Chester asked incredulously. "You think you can, with all of us, be such a threat to them that they'll just let us continue to control the South?" He seemed almost appalled and I took a step back. My army was strong, there was no doubt in my mind that we would succeed.

"Chester, the Volturi may be strong but do you actually think they can fight against 200 plus vampires? Ones with powers as equal to their own guard? They will be outnumbered," I hissed, "and have no chance but to surrender." He glanced up at me, a look of concentration carved over his beautiful face. He reminded me of Jasper.

"And then what do you plan, Maria?" He wondered coldly. I glanced at Noah, his eyes just mere slits of envy and hate on his face.

"I plan to be the most powerful queen this world has ever seen. This world has no vampire rulers besides the Volturi and look at what they have done. They let a newborn expose us all. Under my rule, vampires will be at the top of the food chain. No longer starved and desperate. We shall thrive," I said simply. Chester raised a perfect blond eyebrow and sneered.

"Queen? You're nothing but a power-hungry slut." I stared at him steadily, resisting the urge to strike his glorious face with my open palm. I heard Noah approach, a growl deep from within his chest echoing from his lips and held my palm up, telling him to stop.

I leaned forward, glaring at Chester and his ridiculous smirk. "I would watch your mouth around me, young Chester. I know things about this world that could drive you insane if you knew. I've seen things that would scar your mind if you saw. Control that tongue of yours and maybe one day you'll thank me for sparing you," I hissed.

He was young. He was inexperienced. He was naive. A boy from the 1950's who knew no better. His life was pitiful and uneventful and even dull compared to mine.

"Until that day, I can only say that I am under your command for no other reason than hunger." Oh, he had guts, I thought. No other general or soldier in this army would dare speak to me in such a manner and I felt the urge to simply tell Noah to kill him.

I watched as he walked off, bickering commands out to the portion of my army under his command. He may be rude and annoying, but he was a good general. And so I would keep him.

"Ignore him, my love. He is nothing but a pest," Noah murmured into my hair, pressing his face to me and kissing the top of my head. I grimaced, glancing down to the map in which was covered with lines and notes.

"Tell the others we move at nightfall," I told Noah, glancing up at his imperfect face. "No matter what happens, we continue. I will not stop until this world is under my grasp." He nodded and then took off, going to tell the other generals.

His dark form was a blur around the camp and I sat down, my head in my hands.

I wished Jasper was here.


Carmen's Point of View

"The Cullens have arrived, have they not?" Tanya murmured into the tiny, sleek phone in which she held in her hand. I could hear Zafrina's deep voice on the other end and listened.

We were currently passing over the Mexican border, close to our final destination. We had travelled from Juneau to Seattle in a long, restless flight and then from Seattle to our next stop, Cancun. We were running from there to Loreto.

"They are much closer to you than we are, though. They should be there." I glanced at my beloved sister as she grew distressed. Eleazar watched her carefully, his eyes narrowing. Something was wrong, I could tell.

Kate turned back to face Tanya, her beautiful face pressed between the small airport seats. Her face was scrunched up in worry as Garrett also turned, curiosity lighting up his eyes. I smiled lightly at him, he had been making much process with our diet and I was proud of his ocher eyes. Our lifestyle wasn't for everyone but he had taken it up whole heartily.

"Carmen, call Carlisle," Tanya told me while listening to Zafrina. I nodded, pulling out my cell phone and pressing in the familiar numbers. Eleazar watched, his dark eyes tight.

I pressed the little phone to my ear and listened - no ringing. It went straight to voicemail and I listened to Carlisle's polite voice, telling me to leave a message. I ended the call before the irritating buzz could signal me to start my message. Oh, Carlisle, where are you? I thought.

"Who else is there, then?" Tanya wondered and I heard Zafrina's cautious voice. It seemed like this was just like a month ago. The covens of the world gathered to face something almost deadly. Except, a month ago, the Cullens had organized it and now...now they were absent.

I peered over the headrest, clutching Eleazar's hand in mine, as I gazed at Kate from behind her. She was on her cell phone, pressing numerous keys and typing in words on the tiny keyboard. She was on the Internet, I marvelled. Kate was the only one tech savvy in our family and at times like these, her gift with modern technology was a blessing to all of us.

She scrolled through a website, checking what it seemed to be world news. Headlines about vampires stuck out to my eyesight and I read the articles as she went through them. Then - there. I gasped softly at the headline, "First Vampires Caught." A picture of the Cullens followed.

"Tanya," I stated, grabbing her attention. She looked over, her conversation with Zafrina pausing. A deep frown etched its way onto her face.

She put the phone back to her ear, her lips barely moving, "We have a situation, Zafrina. I have a feeling the Cullens won't be joining us." Her voice was a flat monotone as she told Zafrina about their capturing. How had they allowed this to happen? It was so simple to get out of the weak barriers of humans. They should have known about this from little Alice's visions.

"Do you think they're alright?" I asked Eleazer, settling into my seat. I was worried about my friends, how could I not be? I had known Carlisle for centuries and the rest of his family for decades. They were practically family to me.

Eleazar frowned, his face thoughtful. "Si," he mumbled, using our foreign language. I nodded, thinking what was to await them in the clutches of the government. What would they want from them? Tanya clicked the phone shut, taking a deep sigh and leaning back into her seat. I stared at her uneasily as her silky hair fanned out around her face.

"A few other covens heard about the meeting," she muttered, her eyes closed. "The Romanians arrived, oddly. They want to help, though they're hoping for another rematch against the Volturi. And some...others." I stared at her, others? What others could there be?

Apparently, Garrett thought the same thing cause he turned in his seat, facing Tanya. "Who?"

"Well, there's a coven from the Serengeti who I've only heard stories of, a coven from Australia, one from Japan, one from northern Russia, and it seems a whole lot of nomads. I guess there are more vampires than we ever knew." I stared at her in surprise. Four other major covens? Who we had never heard of?


"I had a feeling this would happen," Eleazar said, "Chaos, no matter what, always brings people out of hiding. I suppose we'll see vampires we never thought would exist in our wildest dreams. We'll have to work together if we ever expect to get through this." I set my head on his shoulder thoughtfully. He was right. It was an oddity that he ever predicted something wrong.

"And the Cullens?" Garrett questioned, brushing his sandy hair from his eyes.

"Desgraciado para ellos," Eleazar muttered softly, maybe so softly I was the only one who caught his words, looking out the window with solemn eyes. I rubbed his shoulder under my grasp as Tanya bit her lip.

"We'll have to see what the other covens think," she thought. I took a deep breath, pain was an unfamiliar concept to me but I felt it now. Loss was a strange thing, I pondered.

Kate grunted in disappointment and maybe even disagreement. Tanya looked at her with bright topaz eyes, smoothing her hair behind her ears and gazing at her with cat-like eyes.

"What is it, Katrina?" Tanya snapped. I watched the two, they were both headstrong and when they came to a disagreement, it was best to watch out.

"The Cullens are practically family," Kate retorted sharply, "I think we should help them. It shouldn't be hard to sniff them out and release them." I pursed my lips, that was true but what about us?

With a hesitant glance at Tanya, I opened my mouth, "And what if we, ourselves, get caught in the process? The Cullens are perfectly capable of getting out themselves. Until they get out, we can only pray for their escape. It is peligroso," I muttered. Dangerous. It was simply too risky to try to help them now, though my heart yearned to rescue them.

"I say we just see with the other covens. A good fifty minds is better than five," Garrett pointed out. Tanya sat back in her chair, gazing at a notepad full of sketches and drawings she had done in the past and present.

When no response came, I grinned at the expectant Garrett. "I think that is a bien idea," I said, mixing my language. His responding grin was identical to mine.