Chapter 7 War! What is it Good for?

The fight was already raging by the time we arrived; blood soaked the ground so that it splashed as we ran towards the wolves and the beach. The Volturi had over fifty fighters plus the Denali clan. The only aid we were able to obtain was a small army provided by Jasper’s maker, Maria. Despair gripped me as I surveyed the scene before me in what seemed like slow motion, but in reality was a blink of an eye. Irina and Tanya were locked in battle with Paul who had a ragged bite on his throat. He showed no signs of pain and continued to rend and tear at the two deathly beautiful vampires.

Edward grabbed my arm. “You stay here. You don’t need to be any closer to use your powers.” I can’t lose her to Marcus; I need to find him before he finds Bella. He clutched me tightly and peered intently into my eyes. Raw pain evident in his topaz gaze as he lowered his lips to mine roughly, before bolting across the beach to help Paul fight Tanya.

I kept searching for Jacob’s tall figure. If we were too late… If anything had happened to him, I would never forgive myself. My eyes narrowed as I focused all my attention on Irina whose mouth was plunged deep into Paul’s shoulder and pushed her aura back into her with as much force as I could muster. She was promptly decapitated. Paul glanced furiously around trying to locate the source of his salvation. Blood matted his grey fur and spilled to the already soaked earth.

Edward’s graceful form twisted in the air as his hand slashed across Tanya’s porcelain neck. The little gasp of surprise she gave was cut off as Rosalie’s marble hands wrenched her strawberry blond head from her body. Emmett already had a fierce bonfire burning and Heidi began gathering the body parts up to throw into the fire.

Something seemed off as I perched on the bank scanning the carnage. Bodies littered the beach and painted the rocks and still the enemy was numerous. I pushed the negative thoughts out of my mind and focused on the vampire that Jasper was fighting, his lithe form so quick that even with my heightened vampire sense I still had trouble keeping track of him. He didn’t appear to need aid, but we needed to be quick as we were so terribly out numbered. I sent a rush of power towards him and a gaping wound split across his throat. Japer quickly finished the kill and dragged the bits into the fire, sending me a salute before moving on. Nicely done!