Angels and Monsters

Chapter Twenty-Three

I've got a plan for these two. A good plan. At least, I think it's a good plan. We'll see. Thanks for sticking with me on this one. Too many plot bunnies, not enough hours in the day...I tell ya! I do apologize for the sporadic updates for Angels and Monsters. Not enough time in the day and too many ideas floating around in my head. Ya know?

My goal is to have this completed by January 31st, 2015. I have planned two more chapters, plus an epilogue. We're getting close to the end. Anyhow, without further ado...the battle.

Chapter Twenty-Three

EPOV

I hung out less than a mile from James' hidey-hole. I felt somewhat better, having seen and been with my angel. Having her arms wrapped around me and the memory of her sweet pussy milking me, it brought me a great deal of solace. But, my heart constricted at the idea of sending her back there. The damage to her body was horrific. What she had to endure by the hand of her sadistic, evil sire made my stomach churn. I couldn't imagine the agony she felt. Her back was charred black from the fires he lit on her. Her pale skin was marred with the scars of metal chain links and she was so weak when Emmett carried her to me. I wanted to wrap her in my arms, running far, far away.

That was not feasible. We needed her to ensure our victory. Only twenty-four hours away from her and then our lives would finally begin. I could show Bella the world. Make love to her for days on end. Give her the life she desired and the happiness she deserved after a half-century of sadness.

You have to walk before you can run, Edward. Let's get past this thing with James.

Once she fed, the physical reminders of her injuries disappeared, but I was terrified that the emotional anguish would remain. She was so broken when Jasper showed her how she was turned and to be back in the clutches of that same monster...

I never wanted to kill someone so badly. James was mine. He was going to pay for what he did to my mate. My Bella. He would feel every ounce of agony she felt by my hand.

And more...

Ed! The Sicko Psycho sent me on an errand, Emmett thought to me. I saw my best friend approach my new home away from home atop a nearby warehouse. His eyes were a deep crimson and wary, angry and just plain tired. "James figured out that it was the Cullen's that tattled on him to the Volturi. Where are they? I have to deliver a message."

I groaned, not wanting to leave. They had moved to an older townhouse that Carlisle owned from when his last time in Chicago, roughly 1945-ish. It was just a place to clean up, change clothes and keep our belongings. We didn't stay there for long, but it was home base. "Let me text them," I said, sending a message to all of my new family. A few moments later, my phone vibrated. "Come on. We're meeting them at Carlisle's townhouse." We took off, running toward the University of Chicago campus. Finding Carlisle's townhouse, I used my key and let myself in. Esme and Rose were already there. In a blonde blur, Rose jumped into Emmett's arms, her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly.

I wished Bella was with me so she could block out the perverse thoughts going through both Emmett and Rose's minds. They had a plan to destroy some cabin in the north woods of Wisconsin with their reunion once this ordeal was finished. She was whimpering, begging Emmett to not go back.

"Rosie, I can't stay," Emmett said breathlessly, peeling his mate from his arms. "I'm here to deliver a message." Rose scowled before stomping away from him.

"We knew this was coming," Carlisle sighed, walking through the door, looking disheveled and bedraggled. His shirt was torn and his pants were wet from the knee down.