"He wants you, too," I whispered.
Edward shrugged, his face suddenly a little too composed. "Not nearly as much. I can"t really give him anything more than he already has. And of course that"s dependent on his finding a way to force me to do his will. He knows me, and he knows how unlikely that is." He raised one eyebrow sardonically.
Eleazar frowned at Edward"s nonchalance. "He also knows your weaknesses," Eleazar pointed out, and then he looked at me.
"It"s nothing we need to discuss now," Edward said quickly.
Eleazar ignored the hint and continued. "He probably wants your mate, too, regardless.
He must have been intrigued by a talent that could defy him in its human incarnation."
Edward was uncomfortable with this topic. I didn"t like it, either. If Aro wanted me to do something-anything-all he had to do was threaten Edward and I would comply.
And vice versa.
Was death the lesser concern? Was it really capture we should fear?
Edward changed the subject. "I think the Volturi were waiting for this-for some pretext. They couldn"t know what form their excuse would come in, but the plan was already in place for when it did come. That"s why Alice saw their decision before Irina triggered it. The decision was already made, just waiting for the pretense of a justification."
"If the Volturi are abusing the trust all immortals have placed in them...," Carmen murmured.
"Does it matter?" Eleazar asked. "Who would believe it? And even if others could be convinced that the Volturi are exploiting their power, how would it make any difference? No one can stand against them."
"Though some of us are apparently insane enough to try," Kate muttered.Edward shook his head. "You"re only here to witness, Kate. Whatever Aro"s goal, I don"t think he"s ready to tarnish the Volturi"s reputation for it. If we can take away his argument against us, he"ll be forced to leave us in peace."
"Of course," Tanya murmured.
No one looked convinced. For a few long minutes, n.o.body said anything.
Then I heard the sound of tires turning off the highway pavement onto the Cullens" dirt drive.
"Oh c.r.a.p, Charlie," I muttered. "Maybe the Denalis could hang out upstairs until-"
"No," Edward said in a distant voice. His eyes were far away, staring blankly at the door. "It"s not your father." His gaze focused on me. "Alice sent Peter and Charlotte, after all. Time to get ready for the next round."
32. COMPANY.
The Cullens" enormous house was more crowded with guests than anyone would a.s.sume could possibly be comfortable. It only worked out because none of the visitors slept. Mealtimes were dicey, though. Our company cooperated as best they could. They gave Forks and La Push a wide berth, only hunting out of state; Edward was a gracious host, lending out his cars as needed without so much as a wince. The compromise made me very uncomfortable, though I tried to tell myself that they"d all be hunting somewhere in the world, regardless.
Jacob was even more upset. The werewolves existed to prevent the loss of human life, and here was rampant murder being condoned barely outside the packs" borders. But under these circ.u.mstances, with Renesmee in acute danger, he kept his mouth shut and glared at the floor rather than the vampires.
I was amazed at the easy acceptance the visiting vampires had for Jacob; the problems Edward had antic.i.p.ated had never materialized. Jacob seemed more or less invisible to them, not quite a person, but also not food, either. They treated him the way people who are not animal-lovers treat the pets of their friends.
Leah, Seth, Quil, and Embry were a.s.signed to run with Sam for now, and Jacob would have happily joined them, except that he couldn"t stand to be away from Renesmee, and Renesmee was busy fascinating the strange collection of Carlisle"s friends.
We"d replayed the scene of Renesmee"s introduction to the Denali coven a half dozen times. First for Peter and Charlotte, whom Alice and Jasper had sent our way without giving them any explanation at all; like most people who knew Alice, they trusted her instructions despite the lack of information. Alice had told them nothing about which direction she and Jasper were heading. She"d made no promise to ever see them again in the future.
Neither Peter nor Charlotte had ever seen an immortal child. Though they knew the rule, their negative reaction was not as powerful as the Denali vampires" had been at first. Curiosity had driven them to allow Renesmee"s "explanation." And that was it. Now they were as committed to witnessing as Tanya"s family.
Carlisle had sent friends from Ireland and Egypt.
The Irish clan arrived first, and they were surprisingly easy to convince. Siobhan-a woman of immense presence whose huge body was both beautiful and mesmerizing as it moved in smooth undulations-was the leader, but she and her hard-faced mate, Liam, were long used to trusting the judgment of their newest coven member. Little Maggie, with her bouncy red curls, was not physically imposing like the other two, but she had a gift for knowing when she was being lied to, and her verdicts were never contested. Maggie declared that Edward spoke the truth, and so Siobhan and Liam accepted our story absolutely before even touching Renesmee.
Amun and the other Egyptian vampires were another story. Even after two younger members of his coven, Benjamin and Tia, had been convinced by Renesmee"s explanation, Amun refused to touch her and ordered his coven to leave. Benjamin-an oddly cheerful vampire who looked barely older than a boy and seemed both utterly confident and utterly careless at the same time-persuaded Amun to stay with a few subtle threats about disbanding their alliance. Amun stayed, but continued to refuse to touch Renesmee, and would not allow his mate, Kebi, to touch her, either. It seemed an unlikely grouping-though the Egyptians all looked so alike, with their midnight hair and olive-toned pallor, that they easily could have pa.s.sed for a biological family. Amun was the senior member and the outspoken leader. Kebi never strayed farther away from Amun than his shadow, and I never heard her speak a single word. Tia, Benjamin"s mate, was a quiet woman as well, though when she did speak there was great insight and gravity to everything she said. Still, it was Benjamin whom they all seemed to revolve around, as if he had some invisible magnetism the others depended upon for their balance. I saw Eleazar staring at the boy with wide eyes and a.s.sumed Benjamin had a talent that drew the others to him.
"It"s not that," Edward told me when we were alone that night. "His gift is so singular that Amun is terrified of losing him. Much like we had planned to keep Renesmee from Aro"s knowledge"-he sighed-"Amun has been keeping Benjamin from Aro"s attention. Amun created Benjamin, knowing he would be special."
"What can he do?"
"Something Eleazar"s never seen before. Something I"ve never heard of. Something that even your shield would do nothing against." He grinned his crooked smile at me. "He can actually influence the elements-earth, wind, water, and fire. True physical manipulation, no illusion of the mind. Benjamin"s still experimenting with it, and Amun tries to mold him into a weapon. But you see how independent Benjamin is. He won"t be used."
"You like him," I surmised from the tone of his voice.
"He has a very clear sense of right and wrong. I like his att.i.tude."Amun"s att.i.tude was something else, and he and Kebi kept to themselves, though Benjamin and Tia were well on their way to being fast friends with both the Denali and the Irish covens. We hoped that Carlisle"s return would ease the remaining tension with Amun.
Emmett and Rose sent individuals-any nomad friends of Carlisle"s that they could track down.
Garrett came first-a tall, rangy vampire with eager ruby eyes and long sandy hair he kept tied back with a leather thong-and it was apparent immediately that he was an adventurer. I imagined that we could have presented him with any challenge and he would have accepted, just to test himself. He fell in quickly with the Denali sisters, asking endless questions about their unusual lifestyle. I wondered if vegetarianism was another challenge he would try, just to see if he could do it.
Mary and Randall also came-friends already, though they did not travel together. They listened to Renesmee"s story and stayed to witness like the others. Like the Denalis, they considered what they would do if the Volturi did not pause for explanations. All three of the nomads toyed with the idea of standing with us.
Of course, Jacob got more surly with each new addition. He kept his distance when he could, and when he couldn"t he grumbled to Renesmee that someone was going to have to provide an index if anyone expected him to keep all the new bloodsuckers" names straight.*
Carlisle and Esme returned a week after they had gone, Emmett and Rosalie just a few days later, and all of us felt better when they were home. Carlisle brought one more friend home with him, though friend might have been the wrong term. Alistair was a misanthropic English vampire who counted Carlisle as his closest acquaintance, though he could hardly stand a visit more than once a century. Alistair very much preferred to wander alone, and Carlisle had called in a lot of favors to get him here. He shunned all company, and it was clear he didn"t have any admirers in the gathered covens.
The brooding dark-haired vampire took Carlisle at his word about Renesmee"s origins, refusing, like Amun, to touch her. Edward told Carlisle, Esme, and me that Alistair was afraid to be here, but more afraid of not knowing the outcome. He was deeply suspicious of all authority, and therefore naturally suspicious of the Volturi. What was happening now seemed to confirm all his fears.
"Of course, now they"ll know I was here," we heard him grumble to himself in the attic -his preferred spot to sulk. "No way to keep it from Aro at this point. Centuries on the run, that"s what this will mean. Everyone Carlisle"s talked to in the last decade will be on their list. I can"t believe I got myself sucked into this mess. What a fine way to treat your friends."
But if he was right about having to run from the Volturi, at least he had more hope of doing that than the rest of us. Alistair was a tracker, though not nearly as precise and efficient as Demetri. Alistair just felt an elusive pull toward whatever he was seeking.
But that pull would be enough to tell him which direction to run-the opposite direction from Demetri.And then another pair of unexpected friends arrived-unexpected, because neither Carlisle nor Rosalie had been able to contact the Amazons.
"Carlisle," the taller of the two very tall feline women greeted him when they arrived.
Both of them seemed as if they"d been stretched-long arms and legs, long fingers, long black braids, and long faces with long noses. They wore nothing but animal skins-hide vests and tight-fitting pants that laced on the sides with leather ties. It wasn"t just their eccentric clothes that made them seem wild but everything about them, from their restless crimson eyes to their sudden, darting movements. I"d never met any vampires less civilized.
But Alice had sent them, and that was interesting news, to put it mildly. Why was Alice in South America? Just because she"d seen that no one else would be able to get in touch with the Amazons?
"Zafrina and Senna! But where"s Kachiri?" Carlisle asked. "I"ve never seen you three apart."
"Alice told us we needed to separate," Zafrina answered in the rough, deep voice that matched her wild appearance. "It"s uncomfortable to be away from each other, but Alice a.s.sured us that you needed us here, while she very much needed Kachiri somewhere else. That"s all she would tell us, except that there was a great hurry... ?" Zafrina"s statement trailed off into a question, and-with the tremor of nerves that never went away no matter how often I did this-I brought Renesmee out to meet them.
Despite their fierce appearance, they listened very calmly to our story, and then allowed Renesmee to prove the point. They were every bit as taken with Renesmee as any of the other vampires, but I couldn"t help worrying as I watched their swift, jerky movements so close beside her. Senna was always near Zafrina, never speaking, but it wasn"t the same as Amun and Kebi. Kebi"s manner seemed obedient; Senna and Zafrina were more like two limbs of one organism-Zafrina just happened to be the mouthpiece.
The news about Alice was oddly comforting. Clearly, she was on some obscure mission of her own as she avoided whatever Aro had planned for her.
Edward was thrilled to have the Amazons with us, because Zafrina was enormously talented; her gift could make a very dangerous offensive weapon. Not that Edward was asking for Zafrina to side with us in the battle, but if the Volturi did not pause when they saw our witnesses, perhaps they would pause for a different kind of scene.
"It"s a very straightforward illusion," Edward explained when it turned out that I couldn"t see anything, as usual. Zafrina was intrigued and amused by my immunity- something she"d never encountered before-and she hovered restlessly while Edward described what I was missing. Edward"s eyes unfocused slightly as he continued. "She can make most people see whatever she wants them to see-see that, and nothing else.
For example, right now I would appear to be alone in the middle of a rain forest. It"s so clear I might possibly believe it, except for the fact that I can still feel you in my arms."
Zafrina"s lips twitched into her hard version of a smile. A second later, Edward"s eyes focused again, and he grinned back. "Impressive," he said.
Renesmee was fascinated with the conversation, and she reached out fearlessly toward Zafrina.
"Can I see?" she asked.
"What would you like to see?" Zafrina asked.
"What you showed Daddy."
Zafrina nodded, and I watched anxiously as Renesmee"s eyes stared blankly into s.p.a.ce.
A second later, Renesmee"s dazzling smile lit up her face.
"More," she commanded.
After that, it was hard to keep Renesmee away from Zafrina and her pretty pictures. I worried, because I was quite sure that Zafrina was able to create images that were not pretty at all. But through Renesmee"s thoughts I could see Zafrina"s visions for myself -they were as clear as any of Renesmee"s own memories, like they were real-and thus judge for myself whether they were appropriate or not.
Though I didn"t give her up easily, I had to admit it was a good thing Zafrina was keeping Renesmee entertained. I needed my hands. I had so much to learn, both physically and mentally, and the time was so short.
My first attempt at learning to fight did not go well.
Edward had me pinned in about two seconds. But instead of letting me wrestle my way free-which I absolutely could have-he"d leaped up and away from me. I knew immediately that something was wrong; he was still as stone, staring across the meadow we were practicing in.
"I"m sorry, Bella," he said.
"No, I"m fine," I said. "Let"s go again."
"I can"t."
"What do you mean, you can"t? We just started."
He didn"t answer.
"Look, I know I"m no good at this, but I can"t get better if you don"t help me."
He said nothing. Playfully, I sprang at him. He made no defense at all, and we both fell to the ground. He was motionless as I pressed my lips to his jugular.
"I win," I announced.His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.
"Edward? What"s wrong? Why won"t you teach me?"
A full minute pa.s.sed before he spoke again.
"I just can"t... bear it. Emmett and Rosalie know as much as I do. Tanya and Eleazar probably know more. Ask someone else."
"That"s not fair! You"re good at this. You helped Jasper before-you fought with him and all the others, too. Why not me? What did I do wrong?"
He sighed, exasperated. His eyes were dark, barely any gold to lighten the black.
"Looking at you that way, a.n.a.lyzing you as a target. Seeing all the ways I can kill you . .
." He flinched. "It just makes it too real for me. We don"t have so much time that it will really make a difference who your teacher is. Anyone can teach you the fundamentals."
I scowled.
He touched my pouting lower lip and smiled. "Besides, it"s unnecessary. The Volturi will stop. They will be made to understand."
"But if they don"t! I need to learn this."
"Find another teacher."
That was not our last conversation on the subject, but I never swayed him an inch from his decision.
Emmett was more than willing to help, though his teaching felt to me a lot like revenge for all the lost arm-wrestling matches. If I could still bruise, I would have been purple from head to toe. Rose, Tanya, and Eleazar all were patient and supportive. Their lessons reminded me of Jasper"s fighting instructions to the others last June, though those memories were fuzzy and indistinct. Some of the visitors found my education entertaining, and some even offered a.s.sistance. The nomad Garrett took a few turns-he was a surprisingly good teacher; he interacted so easily with others in general that I wondered how he"d never found a coven. I even fought once with Zafrina while Renesmee watched from Jacob"s arms. I learned several tricks, but I never asked for her help again. In truth, though I liked Zafrina very much and I knew she wouldn"t really hurt me, the wild woman scared me to death.
I learned many things from my teachers, but I had the sense that my knowledge was still impossibly basic. I had no idea how many seconds I would last against Alec and Jane. I only prayed that it would be long enough to help.
Every minute of the day that I wasn"t with Renesmee or learning to fight, I was in the backyard working with Kate, trying to push my internal shield outside of my own brain to protect someone else. Edward encouraged me in this training. I knew he hoped I would find a way of contributing that satisfied me while also keeping me out of the line of fire.
It was just so hard. There was nothing to get a hold of, nothing solid to work with. I had only my raging desire to be of use, to be able to keep Edward, Renesmee, and as much of my family as possible safe with me. Over and over I tried to force the nebulous shield outside of myself, with only faint, sporadic success. It felt like I was wrestling to stretch an invisible rubber band-a band that would change from concrete tangibility into insubstantial smoke at any random moment.
Only Edward was willing to be our guinea pig-to receive shock after shock from Kate while I grappled incompetently with the insides of my head. We worked for hours at a time, and I felt like I should be covered in sweat from the exertion, but of course my perfect body didn"t betray me that way. My weariness was all mental.
It killed me that it was Edward who had to suffer, my arms wrapped uselessly around him while he winced over and over from Kate"s "low" setting. I tried as hard as I could to push my shield around us both; every now and then I would get it, and then it would slip away again.
I hated this practice, and I wished that Zafrina would help instead of Kate. Then all Edward would have to do was look at Zafrina"s illusions until I could stop him from seeing them. But Kate insisted that I needed better motivation-by which she meant my hatred of watching Edward"s pain. I was beginning to doubt her a.s.sertion from the first day we"d met-that she wasn"t s.a.d.i.s.tic about the use of her gift. She seemed to be enjoying herself to me.
"Hey," Edward said cheerfully, trying to hide any evidence of distress in his voice.
Anything to keep me from fighting practice. "That one barely stung. Good job, Bella."
I took a deep breath, trying to grasp exactly what I"d done right. I tested the elastic band, struggling to force it to remain solid as I stretched it away from me.
"Again, Kate," I grunted through my clenched teeth.
Kate pressed her palm to Edward"s shoulder.
He sighed in relief. "Nothing that time."
She raised an eyebrow. "That wasn"t low, either."