In Paris 1723

[3.4]

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞: 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭: 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

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*Genevieve*

After the news of the newborn army that was forming in Seattle, Carlisle, Theo, and Jasper began to follow the news a little bit closer. At night, the nightly news was always playing, updating the entire family on the newest reports and latest tolls of the missing.

"We need to do something," Theo mutters, glancing over at Jasper who holds the same sentiment in his eyes. "It's only going to escalate. We could nip this in the bud right now. You, me, and Emmett could go down there right now and stop them. Edward and Gen could go with us too if we needed it."

"We need to figure out why they're here before we do anything irrational," Carlisle said calmly, crossing his arms as he paced behind the couch.

"I think it's pretty damn clear why they're here," Theo scoffed, "little Vicky's upset that we ripped Jamesy-poo to a million pieces."

Carlisle sighed and silently scolded Theo. "We still need to be open to different options... just in case it is actually something else. Alice hasn't even seen Victoria decide anything, so there is a chance that this isn't her."

"She could still be biding her time," Jasper says, leaning back against the couch as he contemplates the idea.

Theo scoffs and looks over towards the honey-blond-haired man, the hurt plastered on his face. "I thought that you agreed with my theory!"

"I'm just trying to play devil's advocate here!" Jasper defended, 

"Could she just be playing with the spots in Alice's vision?" I pondered, looking over at Jasper. "I mean, her visions aren't set in stone... so I guess that anything could be possible, right?"

"I suppose that-"

"No," Edward stepped into the room and shook his head, "she's too clouded by her anger for James' death. She wouldn't be thinking clearly enough to plan this entire thing out..."

"All that I'm saying is-"

"No! It doesn't make any sense!" Edward stared over at me, his eyes glaring over at me with irritation.

"Well then, what's your contribution 'Mr. Know-It-All'? I don't see you even bothering to contribute! You're just standing there and shooting down any idea that you deem wrong." I cock my head to the side as I look at him impatiently, "I'm not hearing any words from you, mister?"

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before turning towards Carlisle. The two share a silent conversation before Edward eventually sighs and relaxes his posture, his frown deepening as he looks from Carlisle to I.

"All that I'm saying is-"

"Is it helpful to the conversation at hand or is it solely direction at Genevieve?" Carlisle asked, raising his hand to stop Edward.

Edward pursed his lips and tucked his head, silently biting his cheek as he stared at the ground.

"Exactly. Now, I don't want to hear another word from you unless it's helpful to the conversation."

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A few days had passed when, out of the blue, I had gotten a call from a frantic Edward. Apparently, Bella had injured her hand after punching Jacob and they both needed to know if she had broken it.