The immortal coven members that had remained in Forks, Washington reunited back at the rather lavish looking house. They had to now work out what their next steps were considering that the feral tracker had all but vanished out of the local area. It would have to be one of a strong strategy which would leave the fragile human that clung to them unharmed. Many of them just wanted to get this sorted and done with as soon as possible before they could just relax and return to their lives of living peacefully whilst coinciding with the human population.
All but precious Edward who had become so riled due to this situation being essentially all his fault. He was now attempting to push the blame on someone else to make the guilt less. For had he just left the human girl alone or remained in Alaska for a couple years until she had finished School and moved away or before the rest of the coven had moved onto another place, then this wouldn't have happened. The rest of the coven wouldn't be at risk for someone they were all convinced was just a blood singer. Not a mate.
Therefore, he turned his attention onto the person who had last come into contact with James. This happened to be none other than Joan who was currently stripping out of the humans clothing and into her own. The smell of the human finally being enough to repulse her. The only problem that this wasn't completely Joan. Considering the girl's still hightened state of anxiety her alter ego was still mainly in control. Acting as a softening blanket to ensure she remained protected and comfortable Sargent or 'Sarge' as those of the family who had gotten to know this version of her had come to fondly call her, was very much in control. And Sarge would not take anything the stupid ginger was trying to pin on Joan.
"How could you let him get away?" Edward roared his face contorting into something that was nowhere near pretty.
"What did you want us to do? Die for some petty little human girl who doesn't care at all for us?" Sarge replied her copper eyes boring holes into the older physically but not mentally vampire.
"Not let him get away so he can hurt Bella." Edward continued to rant as though he had taken nothing in from what had been said to him.
"So what if we died? Would that have stopped him going after Bella anyways? How would you cope telling the other members of the family that we're dead and nobody did anything to stop it?" Sarge did not like the approach the other immortal was taking and could understand Joan's general dislike of him and distaste for what he considered morals. Sarge also couldn't understand how everyone had let him continue to treat them like that and how rude he was being and still getting away with this kind of behaviour right now. If their mate wasn't currently somewhere else in the country with a bumbling idiot of a human who was being tracked down by the vampire who had gotten very close to killing them moments ago, Edward would be better off dead.
"Now children this isn't the time to argue. Let's just sort something out so we can get this all over with." Carlilse attempted to sooth the commotion between the two adopted siblings though it didn't seem to do much. The pair having to be physically separated as Sarge sized the scrawny looking vampire up ready to tackle him to the floor and pummel him a newer prettier face. Though it wasn't as though they had gotten much further with plan two before the phone rung. Well it was more Edwards mobile that rung. And with the very obvious caller ID being Alice the whole family tuned in.
"Bella's gone. She went to the bathroom whilst we were checking out of the hotel and now she's not here." Alice gushed and if Edward wasn't completely manic beforehand he was now. All over someone who just smelled extra nice.
"You lost her?" Edwards rage now turned onto the two coven members who were currently present in the room.
"What else were we supposed to do, follow her into the bathroom?" Came the additional voice of the person the Scottish vampire missed the most even though they had seen each other only hours beforehand. Carlisle being the only one who always seemed to have his head screwed on properly took the phone off the family's biggest pain in the backside.
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Lifelines - Jasper Hale
FanfictionAfter crashing in 1945, Joan finds herself a lot further away from home, able to live for longer than she could ever imagine and a with a mad craving for blood. Flash forward to 2005 she has finally found a family somewhere where she fits in. Yet wh...