When a super-powered serial killer's little brother disappears in Seattle, she sets out to bring him back by any means necessary. Set in Eclipse. Canon through Twilight, New Moon, and beginning of Eclipse. Canon pairings. Alternate Universe. Original Character. Rating for violence and language.
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13. There'll be Another Time
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-Chapter 13: There'll be Another Time-
The next night went much smoother than the first – well, from my point of view at least. Most of the wolves agreed to leave my brother for me, but others wouldn't even consider the notion of sparing one of the newborns. Luckily, Sam had the good sense to issue an alpha order for the pack to ignore my brother during the fight. I had brought along a photo of him to show everyone – albeit he was much paler and had red eyes now – so they knew who to watch out for.
Jasper had offered up his ability to me as well, even though I could acquire powers without being overloaded now. It had been an interesting acquisition, to be sure, but I saw the merit in it. He had himself and Emmet attacking me at the same time, to test how well I could yank a power while simultaneously fighting. It was extremely difficult, to be sure. Jasper didn't play fair, either; he would pump me full of frustration and anger to make me lose my focus. It took three tries before I could manipulate emotions as well.
"NO!" Emmet cried, shaking as he held his controller, sobbing. "Why are we losing! They're on the r-rocket sp-spawn…" Emmet wiped a nonexistent tear from his face as he took a ragged breath in.
This is just too good. Alice thought from where she sat watching Emmet on the couch. I sat next to him, seemingly doing nothing. I smirked at her and cranked up the sadness in the room next to Emmet.
"Emmet, your team just lost the game. I'm really sorry, man." I told him, pushing out excitement and humor in his direction.
"I don't give a shit!" Emmet bellowed, dropping the controller as he tossed his head back in laughter.
"Emmet!" Esme scolded from another room. I pushed fear and guilt into Emmet.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry, Esme!" he said, swallowing. He kind of looked like he wanted to quake in fear and beg for forgiveness at the same time. I couldn't hold it in any longer as I let out a stream of giggles. Jasper bolted from the room, cursing me mentally for the overflow of emotion in the room.
Emily, could you come to my office, please? Carlisle asked from upstairs. I nodded, then realized he could not see me from his office. I got up off the couch and made my way up the stairs.
"Have a seat." Carlisle said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk as I entered the room. "I see you're enjoying your new abilities."
"I am." I said, leaning back and smiling.
Carlisle smiled and put his hands on his desk. I could tell this was going to be a serious talk.
"That's good," he started, "but I actually need to talk with you about something else."
"What about the Volturi?" I asked, seeing what he wanted to talk to me about.
"How much do you know about them?" Carlisle asked.
"Just what you've told me," I said. "And also what I've picked out of your heads. Why? I thought they weren't involved with the newborn army."
I checked the future.
Smoke covered the field. We all seemed to be intact. Ryan was safe too – growling on the ground behind our group. Suddenly, four shapes emerged from the tree line – vampires, of course. They glided across the field in black cloaks, and the vision ended.
"You saw them as well?" I nodded. Carlisle sighed. "Alice has been getting flickers of the Volturi's decision to show up after the battle has taken place."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say they don't like you very much, Carlisle," I said. "It's awfully convenient for them to show up right after the fight."
"I agree," Carlisle said reluctantly. I could tell from his thoughts and emotions that he didn't want to believe the Volturi were behind the army, but the proof demanded the hypothesis to be considered. "Which brings up another problem."
I cocked an eyebrow and waited for him to gather his thoughts.
"The Volturi, if they show up, will most definitely report your existence to Aro. It is against our laws for a human to know of our existence. Bella was very lucky to make a deal with them to be changed in the future. I have no idea what they will do if…when they find out about you."
"They will probably try to recruit me." I suggested. "Honestly, I don't see any situation where they wouldn't – even without Alice's gift. From how you describe Aro, he and I seem a lot alike."
Carlisle shook his head to argue, but I cut him off.
"I'm a serial killer, Carlisle." I said straight off. "I know from your thoughts you know this. I know you know about what I did to that man in Port Angeles, and you already know about how I used to gain new abilities. We're different in that I don't require the gifted individual to remain alive to add their ability to my collection, but we're both greedy murderers nonetheless."
There's good in you, as well. I've seen it in how you interact with our family.
"I have been going a bit soft lately," I joked, shifting in my seat. "But really, he's slobbered after Edward and Alice for how long? And now here I am, with both their abilities and more. He'll want me. And when he can't have me, he'll try to kill me."
Carlisle's thoughts were pondering what I told him. I could tell he agreed with what I said, but he didn't want to voice it aloud.
"Let's take this one step at a time. Deal with the newborn army and get my brother back; then we'll – I'll deal with whatever the Volturi want from me." I gave him a pointed stare to let him know to move on.
"There's also the issue with your brother." Carlisle started, brimming with nervousness. "There's no way to tell how much he remembers of his human life. Human memories fade; he may not remember you at all, or maybe only vaguely."
"It doesn't matter to me," I shook my head. "He's still my brother, amnesia or not, and I won't let anything happen to him."
I got up and headed back to my room to take a shower and go to bed. Tomorrow was the big day.
One of the great things about living with filthy rich vampires is the never-ending supply of hot water. It's very enjoyable. I had spent the last twenty minutes letting the hot water spray onto my back while I searched for my brother's future. Ever since I had taken Alice's ability, I had began to keep tabs on him. It seemed like the newborns were preparing for a feast before marching toward Forks.
They were in the water, which had to be freezing cold, looking at a large ferry boat in the distance. Hunger was apparent in Ryan's eyes, but he – like the rest – made no move toward the boat. The lights on the boat went out, suddenly, and it was like a green light on the murder track. They were like piranhas, the way they thrashed toward the floating dinner plate. The screaming started then.
Ryan went down below the top deck, where most of the newborns started to feed. He was smart, knowing which way the humans would flee. He moved like a blur – so fast that outside a vision I would not see him move at all. He burst through a bathroom door, where a small family was hiding, and snapped the children's necks before lunging after the mother and father.
I smiled. Ryan always was a sucker for kids. I had been watching some of the other less civilized newborns as well, and I knew immediately why he went for the children. It was a merciful death. There was absolutely no question that every human on board the ferry would die, and the ones who died first were the lucky ones. They were the ones who were spared the agonizing minutes of terror. Ryan was still in there somewhere, I was sure.
I focused on Bella and Edward, but of course I didn't get anything. They, along with Jacob, were spending the night in a tent after having planted Bella's blood around the field we wanted the newborns to come to. Edward had opted to sit out of the fight with Bella – he had recently proposed and were to be married at the end of the summer. We had more than enough firepower to deal with the army, and it was a good idea to have someone with Bella in case there was trouble – which tended to happen with her.
Beginning to feel overheated, I stepped out of the shower and got dressed in some sort of silk pajamas. They were pink. I wasn't amused by Alice's choice of color, but it was getting late and I needed my sleep. I made sure my alarm was set to wake me up in time to fly over to the battle field, turned off the light to my room, and climbed into bed.
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