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An Ocean Away

Summary:
Twins Ansel and Allegra live very different lives. Ansel lives in Forks, eagerly anticipating the day he will become a werewolf. Allegra lives in Volterra, loving the life of a Volturi guard member. The problem is, they have no idea they're related. Part four in the Twist of Fate series.


Notes:
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23. Axelle: Auntie

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Meanwhile, a city wall away...

I finished Caius and his guard off quickly. It was easy, much easier than I thought it was going to be. I was absolutely positive we won... until I turned around and saw the one thing that would ruin me.

The moment I saw it, my world shattered to pieces. There was nothing at all that could have prepared me for that one second. It was the longest, most agonizing split second of my life. I watched, frozen in horror... everything I knew seemed to fall apart around me.

The memories came at me faster than I could process them.

She's too good at convincing people!” he exclaimed when my parents walked in on him in a dress.

This girl's no hooligan, mister,” he said when the man at Disneyland wouldn't let me on the ride. He let me tell every woman we saw that he was married.

Well, I think we can go even faster next time,” he assured me when we went sledding during one of my snow days.

I thought of the picture he had hanging next to the TV... the one of him and me in Mario Kart.

He was there for me when I had the babies, when Allegra was taken from me... he was there the entire time I grew up. He was more than my uncle, he was my best, best friend.

And when I saw him, just a few feet away from me, being torn apart, the scream that issued from my body was the most painful thing I'd ever done. Horror, shock, despair, every emotion I felt escaped from my body with that one scream. I fell to my knees, and clutched at my head. It felt like I was going to implode.

I remembered all the times he tried to get me to watch Mars Attacks... all the times I watched him play and win at Mario Kart. I thought of all the times we had beaten the family at competitions.

First they ripped one arm off, and then the other. The look on his face, the look of utter shock, would stay with me forever. We thought it would be too easy to beat the Volturi... we thought wrong. Aro's guard was very quick, and more trained than any of the others to protect their master. It was foolish to let Emmett try the two of them alone.

It was a mistake we'd have to pay for dearly.

He tried to fight back, but it was useless. His efforts were entirely futile. I could see him try, see him struggle... but I wasn't quick enough to help him.

They threw his arms into the corner, and before I could even move, before I could say goodbye to the one person who understood me more than any other, he was gone. They threw his lifeless head into the corner with the other parts of his body. His shock seemed frozen on his face, but the carefree light that had been there for as long as I could remember had gone out of his eyes. It was all over...

The guard quickly lit a match and threw it into the pile.

I watched as his limbs were engulfed in smoke. As the flames grew higher, my rage grew hotter.

“No!” I screeched. I launched myself at Aro's guard. I couldn't see anything, but I knew that each of my strikes hit home. Soon enough, it was just Aro.

He looked at me then, with the oddest expression on his face. “What a mistake...” he murmured. It was the last thing he ever said. I ran towards him and ripped him to shreds as easily as I would have torn a piece of paper.

I knew that the members of my family were trying to talk to me, but I couldn't hear them.

I slowly approached the corner where Emmett was slowly turning into ashes. I sank slowly to the ground.

“Why?” I cried. I completely fell apart. Tearless sobs wracked my body as I got as close to the fire as I could. “Emmett, why?”

I remembered when he bought me my Little Mermaid outfit for Christmas, when we played Cinderella Undercover, when I fell down and he didn't let anyone touch me for a week. I remembered the way his arms felt when they wrapped around me... soothing, protective, like home. My other half was slowly changing from vampire to ashes.

Love you, Axy.” His last words...

“No,” I whispered. “No.” It felt like someone had carved a hole deep into my stomach and removed everything. I was missing something, missing a part of myself. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and started to rock back and forth. I closed my eyes. “I love you, Unc,” I breathed.

Less than a second later, it got very loud. The first person I heard was Jack. His footsteps got closer towards me. There were multiple conversations going on about what a great job we did. They didn't know what had happened.

“Axelle, what happened?” he asked, his voice strained. He touched my back.

“Don't touch me!” I screamed. “Don't come near me!” I gazed into the fire without blinking. It was starting to slowly die down, and I saw that there was nothing left.

Everyone fell silent.

“Axelle, where is Emmett?” he asked slowly.

I shook my head. “Stop!”

Jack started taking deep breaths.

“He's dead,” he murmured. It wasn't even a question.

“Yes,” I breathed. I was still looking at the small flames. My uncle, my best friend, my Emmett, had been reduced to a pile of ash.

“Axelle...” said Jack, his voice quavering slightly. I knew that almost the entire group was in the room, but I didn't care. I needed space.

“Get out,” I whispered fiercely. When nobody moved, I screamed, “Get out of here!”

Nobody said a word as they slowly filed out of the room. One person stayed, but I was too exhausted to care anymore.

I'll always be here, Axelle. I'll be here for as long as you need me.” He has said it on many occasions. He said it on my birthday, when people made fun of me at school, during the fifth month of my pregnancy when I was all but certain that I wanted to explode.

“I still need you,” I breathed.

When the last flame extinguished, a fresh sob escaped from my chest. I put my face against the marble floor. There was no denying it... Emmett was gone. I was too weak to even protest when I heard someone sit next to me. I didn't object when that person held me in her arms. There was only one person who had a right to be there next to me.

“I'm so sorry, Rosalie,” I gasped. “I couldn't do anything. It was too fast.”

She didn't reply for a very long amount of time. She just held me there, stroking the side of my face. When she finally did speak, it was very quietly. “I knew it would get him in trouble. He never thought about anything before he did it.” Her voice cracked as she continued, and I felt her chest shudder. “What were his last words?”

“Love you, Axy,” I repeated lifelessly.

“Good,” she murmured. She put her head against mine, and I knew she was crying too. Her body shook slightly.

“I'm so sorry, Rosalie,” I whispered again.

“It's... not your fault,” she managed to say through her silent cries. “And Axelle?”

“Yes?”

“Call me Auntie Rosalie,” she breathed. She kissed my forehead.

It was the first time she had ever told me to call her anything aside from Rosalie.

I took a shaky breath. “Thank you, Auntie Rosalie.”

There were no more words as we looked at what the world's greatest husband, uncle, and best friend had been reduced to.