When Edward, Bella, Jacob, and Renesmee returned from Charlie's house and uneasy feeling seemed to spread over the covens. Everyone knew that the battle was coming soon, very soon.
"Hey, auntie! Are you coming outside?" Rensemee asks, bounding up the stairs to where Alistair and I were sitting. I was on the window sill, gazing at the sticking snow. Alistair was below me, looking up at me with worried eyes.
"I will in a bit." I answer, sighing.
Renesmee comes up to the window sill, slipping her hand into mine. "When we explain to the bad people, they'll understand, auntie. And then they'll go away, and so will all these other vampires, and then Ryder can return. Right?" Renesmee's big brown eyes bore into mine. I turn back to the window, I didn't answer.
By the time I did make it outside, Jacob was piling wood in the middle of a few logs that had been set in a circle for everyone to sit. Not many were sitting, they were all standing in the trees, showing and excersing their powers. Looking around, I see everyone is here, Renesmee and Bella are in a little tent, talking. I don't listen in, I turn back to Jacob.
He drops the wood and looks over to me. "Wanna light it up, Cece?" He asks, throwing me a doggish smile. I purse my lips and watch as Benjamin stands, holding up on finger, the tip was enflamed, lighting up his face, and making his crimson eyes gleam. Jacob turns back to him, and watches as he ignites the rest of his fingers, shooting them out at the fire like Zues would with his lightening bolts. I sigh, and turn away, back to the house where Alistair is watching me keenly from the attic window.
"Now that's what I'm talking about." Jacob smiles, as fire light casts shadows around us. I feel heat warming up my legs, and I move away. I listen as Jacob takes a seat next to Benjamin. "A pre-battle bonfire, telling war stories." I can hear the smile in Jacob's voice, and I turn back to him, losing interest in Alistair's yearning stare. "Or just standing there like fricking statues." Jacob sighs seeing all the vampires standing in the trees.
Suddenly Garrett shows up, challenging Jacob to come up with an American war. I didn't hear anything after then, because someone slipped their icy cold hand into my own. When I turn, Alistair is standing beside me, smiling down at me irristiably.
"Look at you, out of the house and in the prescence of people." I joke, elbowing him gently. He chuckles softly.
"I could say the same for you."
"What? No, I'm always with my family, and if I'm not then I'm with you or Jacob, I'm always around people."
"I beg to differ." Alistair shrugs.
"With what argument?"
"You don't go to school, you don't have any friends,"
"I have friends!" I laugh.
"Oh, how did you get them? Did you just compell them to like you?"
"No." I mumble. "I have real friends."
"Well then how come you never talk to them?" He asks, smiling at me. I shrug.
"They all think I'm dead." I look up at him, he stops smiling.
"Oh, sorry." He looks away. "But why can't you go back? I mean, you never told me."
"I can't go back because the Cullens are my family now. Besides, I'm dead to everyone there anyways." I shrug, before Alistair could continue, I turn back to the fire, and tune in to Vladimir and Stefan's story.
"When we ruled, everything came to us." Vladimir is saying, his thick accent making everything sound so much better. "Prey, diplomats, favour seekers. Such was our power. But we never but on white hats and called ourselves saints."
"We were...honest...about what we were." Stefan interjects.
"We sat still." Vladimir continues. "For a very long time." He looks at Stefan and sighs. "We didn't notice we were beginning to petrify." The two of them look at each other sadly for awhile, everyone clings to their words.
"Perhaps, the Volturi did us a favour when they," Stefan looks into the fire. "Burned our castles."
"We've been waiting fifteen hundred years to return that favour." Vladimir smirks. Everyone smiles softly.
I look up at Alistair and smile at him. A conversation away from the fire catches my attention.
"I can't help but think, all these people are putting themselves in danger because I fell in love with a human." Edward says to Carlisle.
"You found your mate." Carlisle assures him. "You deserve to be happy."
"But at what cost?"
"Everything here as something to fight for." Carlisle tells him. "I certainly do." Carlisle looks across the snowy ground at his family. Esme smiles at him, Emmett tightens his hug on Rosalie, and I look away, feeling terrible for holding Alistair's hand.
"Carlisle, I've never thanked you," Edward continues, looking towards the tent full of Bella and Renesmee. "For this extraordinary life." Carlisle smiles at Edward, pats him on the back, and the two of them turn back to the vampires grouped around the bonfire.
Suddenly, something big has their arms wrapped around me. "Bedtime, little vamp." Emmett laughs, carrying me towards the house. "You'll need your energy for these next few days."
"Right!" I giggle. "And that means no more hair cuts either."
"You're such a loser." Emmett laughs, carrying me up to my bedroom.