End of Part 194:

Jemima’s POV:

I turned on him. Ivan. Bastard. Said he loved me. Said he’d stand by me. Bastard.

I shoved him, hard, back onto the couch as he tried to get up.

“Jemima, let me explain, I-“ he began. I punched him, hard, round the mouth.

“I don’t want an explanation!” I screamed, kicking the couch back so he fell to the floor.

He jumped to his feet but I kicked him down, throwing myself on top of him.

“You promised,” I hissed in his ear. “You promised, you prick!”

Then, taking joy in every crack, I twisted his neck slowly until, with a final snap and a pop,...

Part 194:

Jemima’s POV:

He was kissing her. Kissing her!

Fury was like all the major natural disasters rolled into one. It hit me like a tsunami; it hit them like a volcanic eruption; it turned me into a hurricane.

I didn’t have time for her now; I could deal with her later. I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and tossed her out; the bang as she hit the floor was satisfying, but not satisfying enough.

I turned on him. Ivan. Bastard. Said he loved me. Said he’d stand by me. Bastard.

I shoved him, hard, back onto the couch as he tried to get up.

“Jemima, let me explain, I-“ he began....

End of Part 166:

Jemima’s POV:

Jeanette wandered off, and I sat staring at my bottle, wishing I could do something to change the situation with my flatmates. I was so lost in thought; I jumped a foot in the air when he spoke to me.

“Hello,” he said.

I turned, wafting a gust of smoke from behind me out of my eyes.

“Hello,” I replied. I was nervous; I hadn’t met anyone new in the bar for years, and he was very different from the normal lot in here. But, I also felt strangely grateful to him for being there.

I held out my hand, smiling, and it was almost a real smile. “I’m Jemima.”...

End of Part 156:

Mariella’s POV:

After this was all over, if I made it out alive and I could go back to my beloved Carl, I would take Cassandra to meet him. This was something my human mother should have been able to do. She should’ve been able to meet my first love and feel proud of me. I felt guilty denying her of that opportunity; and I felt greedy for taking two mothers. I began to make a list of where I would go when it was safe again.

First, Carl. I would spend time with him, and introduce him to Cassandra.

Second, I would go back home, to Canada, and see Louise. She would be so scared;...

Part 144:

Edward’s POV:

I was seeing red, the taste of my venom strong in my mouth. Holding Bella behind my back, protecting her, I watched the male Rodrigo mauling my brother. I was torn between the two urges I felt: the desire to protect my family, warring with the instinct to attack the enemy.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Moments later, in a last desperate attempt, Alice threw Rodrigo off Jasper, her strength failing her as she slumped. The Spanish fiend rolled across the stone floor, jumping up again as soon as he could. His teeth were bared, a growl ripping between them. I turned toward...

Second part today! woohoo! I'm gonna write from the POV of the prophet.

-VAMPirella
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Part 139:

Jodie’s POV:

I had seen many disturbing visions in my lifetime, but none compared to this. Everyone was bustling around, panicking, searching for the missing boy, Carl Fisher, when I saw it. I’d been searching all night – it was now one hour to sunrise – and found nothing.

But, finally, I found his future, and I knew where he was. Instantly, I wished I hadn’t. In all my years as the village’s Prophet (since I was thirteen, so a hundred years)...

End of Part 130:

Alice’s POV:

But, as much as I wanted to scream and yell and jump in the way, I couldn’t. My vocal chords seemed to be frozen, and I was fixed, unmoving, in my edgy stance beside Jasper. My hand was tight in his, but I could feel his grip loosening as he took one measured step to put himself between me and his ‘enemy’.

There was nothing to stop the fight that was about to ensue.

I didn’t know if anyone had noticed the hostility yet, or if they were doing anything to stop it. All I could see was the vision of Jasper and Rodrigo fighting.

This time, to my horror, I saw...

Part 129:

Rodrigo’s POV:

I kept my arm tight around Cassandra the whole time everyone was crowding around us. When I could, I kept my eyes fixed on her face, worrying. She looked upset, desolate… that girl in the corner had just stormed out, and it had shaken Cassandra.

But, most of the time, I couldn’t watch her face. I was being introduced to a lot of people, and though I knew I would remember every single detail, it was still strange to be bombarded with so many different faces and voices when I’d been hidden away in a deserted attic for so many years.

A blonde male vampire, who looked...

I'm going to write the point of veiw of a character you don't know the name of...but you'll probably guess who it is.

-VAMPi x

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Carl's POV:

I had never felt as though I was the same as the rest of them; I had never been so overjoyed by playing in the water. When they splashed me as they soumersaulted, it annoyed me. I was much happier sitting on land and just dangling the tip of my tail in the water.

Of course, I naturally felt safer in the warm confines of the pool; any mer-person who felt more secure on land would be considered mad, and rightly...

[End of Part 88]

[Renesmee's POV]

I looked up when Jacob arrived, meeting his eyes. I think everyone was looking at him, watching and measuring his reaction.

A few minutes past, then Jacob walked over to me. My mother passed me to him, seeing clearly the expression in his eyes.

He had re-imprinted, and probably remembered everything.

I rested my head against his hot chest, the tempreature in shocking contrast to the coldness of the arms I had just been held in. I didn't care. The heat was just as comfortable to me as the cold.

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[Part 89]

[Renesmee's...

[Part 88]-

[Alice's POV]-

The future was gone, but it didn't worry me. This little girl in Edward's arms was unknown, but she wasn't dangerous. Despite the fact that I didn't understand the child, or know what she was, she was familiar. Her eyes were the same chocolate brown as Bella's had been, her face almost an exact copy of Edward's. Her hair and Edward's were the exact same shade; her scent was a strange mixture of vampire and human.

Jasper didn't seem to agree with me. He stepped out in front of me, in a protective stance.

Just then, I saw a strange vision, just a flash. It wasn't the...

Cassandra's POV:

As we got closer and closer to Ivan's laboratory, I could feel the sadness seeping out of me. And, as much as I hated him for everything he had done to me - taking me away from the real love of my life, Rodrigo, and forcing me to love him instead, taking my "daughter", Lea, who I had changed myself, and killing her, and now taking Mariella - I couldn't help but feel an automatic relief (an effect of his power) that I would soon be near him again. I also felt a hatred, an anger so strong, it almost choked me. But that was still over powered by the joy that I would see him soon....

Bella's POV:

Edward pulled me from the cab, leading me over to the edge of a forest. We sat down on a boulder.

"So?" I demanded when he didn't start speaking immediatly "How do we save Mariella?"

He smiled slightly "Did you know that vampires and werewolves aren't the only mythical creatures in existence?"

I wasn't prepared for my own reaction. I just snapped.

"No! No way!" I screamed, jumping up off the boulder a yanking my hands out of his. "Isn't two enough!? No! No! This isn't true! No!" He got up, trying to calm me down. I started backing away, still shouting. "I guess you're going to tell...

End of Part 33:

Mariella's POV:

I went to the room where I had woken up in this new body, and sat on the bed, resting my head on my knees. I imagined what I would do after I'd killed Ivan. I'd go home to Louise first and spend the rest of the day with her. At night, I'd sneak and go see The other part of my family. I missed my other mother, Cassandra quite a lot, even though I'd only known her a short time. We'd all have a party, and I really missed the little pool outisde my house. I'd go for a swim, chasing little animals and playing underwater tig with Nessie. The thought of my family made...

Part 181:

Bella’s POV:

Holy crow. What the hell just happened? One minute, everyone had been so relaxed. I’d gotten to really like Cassandra, and I was glad she’d found Rodrigo again. I could understand how she’d felt being separate from him… and I felt so sorry for her when Mariella ran away. I could imagine easily how much that would hurt.

I didn’t know who to blame for what had happened next. Who’d started that fight? Jasper or Rodrigo? All I knew was that Rodrigo had lost, and he’d never fight another battle.

Unfortunately, Cassandra had done a little better. I hadn’t been...

End of Part 172:

Jodie’s POV:

I hadn’t spoken to Carl. I’d barely even looked at him; I certainly hadn’t had time to really think about him. When I had spared him a thought, though, I pitied him. He, in a way, had it harder than me. He hadn’t developed any sort of protection; he just sulked. Was that him refusing to let go? Did he find it impossible to forget because he knew Mariella was coming back?

I’d started to envy him after that.

She’d return for him. He’d get his life back. He could get past this whole thing and really live, rather than just surviving. I, however, wouldn’t...

Bella's POV:

Edward was holding me behind him, shielding me from Jacob with his body. I peered around Edward's arm, and I noticed Jake was shaking. Too much. He really wasn't under control.

I tried to calm him with my eyes, but he wasn't paying attention to me - his murderously angry brown eyes were fixed on Edward.

I sighed, pushing past Edward to stand in between him and Jacob. I had to calm Jake down somehow.

I didn't know how I planned to do it. I just acted on instinct. I had to stop him and Edward fighting. If one of them got hurt I wouldn't be able to bear it.

But I was too late to calm...

End of Part 63:

Renesmee's POV:

"I know what you want to know. Did the experiment work?" He was leaning aginst the side of the cave, but the arm that blocked me was still tense.

I looked away from him, teeth clenched as I glared at the forest outside. Ivan's arm tightened around me, pulling me futher inside the cave.

His hand moved up so it was between my shoudler blades, pulling my closer toward him. I glowered up at him, grinding my teeth together. "Well, did it?" I snapped.

"To an extent."

I sucked in a breath through my nose. "To an extent?"

"I am not sure. It took a week for you to wake...

End of Part 188:

Jemima’s POV:

“Jemima, before you go attacking the Cullens, you have to learn to fight,” he told me.

“There are other things I’d rather do...” I murmured.

He smiled at me. “We have eternity for that.”

Eternity... I smiled as I stood up, heading off to find some clothes. It wouldn’t take us long to kill off one clan... and then we had eternity for that... the future’s looking bright!
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Part 192:

Jemima’s POV:

The night sky was deep blue, with the shadows of purple-grey clouds draped across it, hiding the stars form view. The castle stood, tall and proud,...

Part 172:

Jodie’s POV:

I lay in my bed, very still, unable to sleep, as usual. There were too many thoughts in my head for sleep; too many memories that were too strong for me to suppress anymore. I didn’t know why I bothered even trying to sleep anymore. I knew it wouldn’t work. Yet, here I lay, just like I had done every other night for the past three months.

The past three months since Mariella had left.

That was why. That was why I couldn’t sleep or eat or think about anything else but him. If she’d never turned up – if she and Carl hadn’t been soul mates – then maybe I have...