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Vengeance, Sweet Vengeance

A lone, dark figure stands on a balcony, watching the final moments of the setting sun. It was unacceptable. She made me look weak. Like nothing. I am not nothing. I will never be nothing. That creature was going to pay for making me look like a fool. No one had ever done that to me before. And no one ever would again. Especially not her. I could taste vengeance in the air, and it was sweet. Bella and Edward have lived a blissful life with their family following their encounter with the Volturi one year ago... until sweet vengeance comes to threaten their happily ever after once again. banner by Oh_ Mike How will I go on rated teen for violence and sexual references.CHAPTER 12 is now up!!!CHAPTER 13 has been submitted and is awaiting validation!!!CHAPTERS 14-24 are ready to go!!!

This is a plot that's been brewing in my head for about a year. I was just writing the other day, and it reared its ugly head again, demanding to be written. Song that influenced this: Showbiz by none other than... Muse. lol. Go figure. =D

6. Chapter 6- Plans

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Finally, justice would be served. I grinned at the thought of the flames that I would soon see. No doubt Alice would’ve seen our plan by now, but there was nothing they could do to stop it.

As I listened to Aro, Caius, and Marcus lay out the plan, my confidence grew. We would break Bella down. She would be forced to make one of two choices: join or die.

And I was very positive that her choice would be death.

“Why can’t we just leave them alone?”

I turned and hissed at Gianna, the newest member of the Guard. The moment she was no longer seen as necessary, she had exhibited potential. Though to me, she was much too tame, especially for a newborn.

“They have no intention of taking over,” she said. “You know that.”

“They are still a threat, nonetheless,” said Aro. “This isn’t about their threat to us. It is about their threat to our power.”

“How can we enforce our laws if we are not the most powerful?” said Caius.

Gianna was silent.

Aro stood confidently facing the entire guard, flanked by Caius and Marcus. “The time has come, for the sake of our world, to create a new law. In order to better keep out world in order, we- Caius, Marcus, and myself- propose this new law: that the most powerful member of each coven must join us… or perish. All for the greater good of our world.”

I smiled. Perfect. Bella would never agree to join. That left her one option… the option I wanted.

“All in favor?” Aro asked.

I raised my hand and, with conviction, cried, “AYE!”



You can’t imagine how much I love you.

I believe I can. I can hear your thoughts, remember?

I gasped, overflowing with the love pouring between us mentally and physically.

You’re getting very good at ignoring distractions.

This isn’t a distraction. I grinned and trailed kisses along his collarbone. It’s incentive.

He moaned and welded his mouth to mine. Coherent sentences in our minds faded, replaced by the feeling of so much love and passion flowing between us that I thought I would burst. I felt the pleasure of both of us in every spot our bodies connected. We were one mind, one body, one complete entity. The feeling was absolutely indescribable.

The first night we had done this had been filled with memories. We had laid there for hours, looking into each other’s eyes as we brought to life the best memories of our existence together. Eventually, we knew what Alice had meant when she had essentially told us to “get a room.” Yes, memories still made themselves known, but the experience had become so much more.

Finally, Edward rested his forehead on mine. “Renesmee,” he said softly.

“Mmm!” I complained, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face into his chest. “She’ll be fine with Rosalie, Alice, and Esme for a few hours.”

He unwound my arms from around his neck. “Love?” He smiled slightly. “It’s 11:30.”

My eyes widened, and in about a second I was dressed. Another half a second, and I was anxiously waiting for Edward by the front door.

Edward came around the corner, pulling a shirt on. “Easy, love,” he chuckled, watching me bounce up and down by the door. He took my hand. “We have all the time in the world.”

I nodded, but wasn’t calmed.

Suddenly, without warning, I was on his back as he sprinted through the forest back to the house.

“Wha-?” I blinked.

“I’m faster than you.” He turned to look at me briefly, smirking. “I thought you wanted to get there as fast as possible?”

I grinned and nuzzled my face into his shoulders.

Very quickly, he pulled me off his back and through the glass door. I immediately ran to my daughter and swept her off the floor. Her hands immediately found my cheeks. Through her mind, I saw her fun with Alice, Rosalie, and Esme. They had done her hair, nails, and even make-up, a completely normal slumber party… that kind of reminded me of the time Alice “held me hostage.” The corner of my mouth twitched in amusement at the memory. They had then watched Balto. I realized then that if Nessie had been a normal child of her actual age or slightly older, Jacob’s name would’ve quickly become Balto. I stifled a chuckle at the thought of Jake pulling Nessie on a sled, but it became impossible to stifle it when Nessie showed me that she had actually imagined it. I had no doubt he would do it, too.

I heard Edward chuckle behind me at the thought. His arms came around us, sandwiching Nessie between him and I. He kissed her forehead. “Did you have a good time, last night?” he asked, stroking her hair.

She grinned.

I committed the rest of the day to playing with my daughter. One thing I loved about playing with children was the ability to feel like a child again and play like one without being considered immature or being seen as a complete idiot. It felt good to play hide-and-seek… vampire-style, of course. I found her time and time again, though I did pretend for her sake to have difficulty finding her. Eventually, she wanted to try to find me.

“Don’t go easy on me,” she scolded.

I chuckled. “Of course.”

I hid and became a statue. I didn’t even blink or breath, forcing my daughter to rely on sound memory and sense of smell. I felt like a mountain lion mother, teaching her cub to hunt. In a way, I was. Nessie was good at hunting- well, she was good at everything really (she was like her father that way, though he would say that that trait came from me.) But practice makes perfect, vampire or human, and I wanted to make sure Nessie knew our scents, and could control her focus on what she smelled.

A small white thing flew out of nowhere. Nessie’s dimpled, smiling face was suddenly staring down at me.

“Gotcha!” she squealed.

I laughed and hugged her. “You sure did.” Then I heard a sound I had hoped to never hear.

A cry of absolute agony reverberated through the forest.