Quinn O'Connell was the pretty girl in pink, the homecoming queen and all-around straight-A student. Most people saw her as uptight, narcissistic but most importantly... They saw her as a control freak with her perfect blonde hair and patronising sm...
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The hotel room was beautiful and the weather was baking, and everything felt wrong. Quinn had phoned Carlisle three times since they parted ways and she was completely terrified, but not for her. She was terrified for them. Quinn was terrified for the Cullens who were fighting for she and Bella. Currently, Quinn lay on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her as she shivered despite how achingly hot it was outside.
"The tracker" Alice's voice was low, light and Quinn could see from her dazed eyes that she was seeing something very different to what they were. "He just changed course."
"Where will it take him Alice?" Jasper prompted and Quinn dug a handful of paper from the cupboard, dropping it onto the table in front of Alice and shoving a stick of chalk into her hand.
"Mirrors" and she began to scribble away violently, drawing a scene.
"Edward said the visions weren't always certain" Bella tried, standing up to linger behind Quinn and she stared up at her from where she sat on her knees.
"Alice sees the course of the future people are on, while they are on it. If he changes his mind, the vision will change but currently, this is where he will be." Quinn assured and Jasper nodded along, his arm behind his wife as she sketched away violently.
"So, the course the tracker is on now... is going to lead him to a ballet studio?" Bella questioned, only wanting answers but they all turned to stare at her.
"You've been here?" Alice wondered.
"I took lessons as a kid" she shrugged in worry. "The school I went to had an arch just like that."
"Was your school here in Phoenix?" Jasper wondered and Bella nodded strongly, decisively before her phone began to ring loudly and she rushed to answer it in the next room. Quinn sighed as she stared deeply at the drawings on the table, everything was so rushed now, but at least Bella had some good news. Carlisle and Edward were on their way, and soon, they would finally be safe.
The sun was melting as they waited in line at the reception, waiting to check out and Quinn frowned as Bella dragged her along to the bathrooms.
"Bella, Bella, what the hell is happening?" Quinn urged when the brunette dodged the bathroom and dragged her straight outside to a cab, leaving Alice and Jasper behind.
"I'm so sorry Quinn" she finally sobbed as she jumped out in front of a taxi, flagging it down and pushing Quinn in, directing the driver to some unknown address and tossing him all the money she had to hand.
"Bella! Talk to me, what the hell is happening?"
"He has my mom Quinn, and he's going to kill her" the brunette sobbed. "His one condition was that I come to him, at the studio... He told me that I had to bring you Quinn. I'm so sorry" she sobbed and Quinn felt frozen because she knew they were heading to certain death and all they could do was go with it. Slowly, as Bella glared out the window, Quinn pulled out her phone to text whoever's name came up first. From her rescue day with Edward, his name appeared first.
