《Ember ↠ Paul Lahote》10
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𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆
why does tragedy exist? because you are full of rage. why are you full of rage? because you are full of grief
the Cullen's and Bella who was waiting in a clearing. She was invited to play baseball with them, though she's confused because it's suppose to storm soon, but she ignored it as an attempt to get closer to the Cullen's. She wanted to make sure that they were one hundred percent what Josie said they were — Cold Ones.
"Hey!" Bella walked over to her, smiling. Ever since Clary's best friends arrived, Clary hasn't been as angry as she was before. Though, she's been a little testy since they went home yesterday. "Are you ready to play?"
"In the middle of a storm?" Clary questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I'm confused with that part."
"Me, too," Bella said, turning away from her half sister, curiosity taking over her. "I'm wondering..." She trailed off, turning back to the red head. "How is your mom?"
Clary crossed her arms. "She's good. She's re-married, something you already know."
Bella nodded. "Yeah. What's his name, again?"
"Alaric," Clary replied, not knowing that the Cullen's were listening to their conversation. "Lizzie and Josie are actually his daughters. Twins."
She knew of the Gemini Covens ways — twins have to merge at the age of twenty-two. They will have to battle eachother and kill the other, resulting in the strongest to live so that they could rule the coven. Which Clary thinks is stupid and useless now because there is no more Coven because of what Kai did — Lizzie and Josie's psychotic uncle.
"Fraternal," Bella said, nodding. "What about their mother?"
"Oh, Caroline?" Clary smiled at the thought of the blonde vampire who she grew to love as a second mother. "She's traveling right now for more kids for the school," She answered, lying, but Bella didn't need to know the truth. Caroline was actually trying to find a way for the merge to not happen. "She hasn't been home for a little while, something that Lizzie takes to heart, so that's why she was being bitchy. Her and Lizzie's birthday is coming up in two weeks — they're turning sixteen."
"Are you gonna go celebrate with them?" Bella asked, biting her lip. She could tell the moment she and Charlie walked into her room after her friends arrived, that Clary loves her friends more than anything else in the world.
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Clary frowned. "If I'm able to make the trip, then yes. I don't really want to miss their birthday since there is a good chance Caroline won't be there since her trip is very important." Since she was there for the whole Kai thing, Caroline and Alaric had made her promise to not tell the girls about it until there is a hundred percent chance that they can't stop the merge before their twenty second birthday.
"So, it's true that your mom and Alaric own their own school?" She questioned, intrigued.
"Yes. The Salvatore Boarding School," Clary replied before clapping her hands, getting a little tired of the small talk. "So, baseball, huh?" She questioned the Cullen's as they got ready to play the game. "In a thunderstorm? Why?"
Alice grinned. "You'll see " she bounced around excitedly, quickly grabbing a baseball before placing herself in the middle of where the mats were laid out.
Jasper grabbed the baseball bat and started twirling it around like a professional.
Clary, even though she knew that Jasper was taken by Alice, couldn't help but think he looked really hot while he showed off.
Alice raised her leg and threw the ball, it blurred towards Jasper. Before any of us knew it, Jasper hit the ball just as thunder rumbled.
Clary watched in awe as he ran to each base, trying to get to the home. But, she couldn't help but be amused when he was running at human pace.
At human pace, Emmett ran off after the baseball, trying to get the ball before Jasper could get a home run.
Faster than Clary thought, Emmett was back and he threw the ball at Esme who was positioned at the home mat. Esme caught the ball just in time for Jasper to slide onto the mat.
Jasper stood up, an actual smile on his lips. Clary's lips involuntarily lifted — Jasper just had one of those smiles.
"You do know you lost, Jasper," Bella mused, her eyebrows raised.
"I know, darlin'." He nodded and walked towards Alice who gave him a passionate kiss.
Clary looked away, an unreadable expression on her face. She was just remembering her old boyfriend, the one who she had killed to trigger her werewolf gene.
It was Emmett's turn now. He was bouncing on the heels of his feet in excitement. He was like a child at a candy store.
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Alice threw the ball with more force this time, but Edward easily hit it and began running for home run as Emmett ran towards the ball.
"Stop!" Everyone instantly stopped in their tracks and turned towards Alice who raised her arms with wide eyes. "They're coming."
Clary was beyond confused, but omce she saw the fear in both Bella and the Cullen's, she knew whoever 'they' were, they weren't good. Then, her mins flashed to every crime that had been committed since she arrived in town which had bedn drained of blood — vampires. She knew the Cullen's were veggies from what Josie told her, so knew she they weren't the cause of the deaths. So, she came to the conclusion that whoever 'they' were, they weren't veggies.
"I'm sorry," Edward, Bella's boyfriend whispered to the sisters, his eyes holding fear and sadness. "I shouldn't have invited the both of you."
Three figures emerged from the trees swiftly and gracefully. They had a small distance between each of them, but they stood proudly as they walked side by side.
The dark male with dredlocks stood in the middle, slightly in front of the arrogant looking blonde who was holding the woman's hand who had red hair that frizzed out in the breeze.
They walked closer together as they cautiously approached the Cullen's, Bella, and Clary who had her eyes narrowed.
As they reached them, Clary could see how different they really were from the Cullen's. Their stride was similar to a predator, waiting to pounce. Their eyes were red meaning they drank humans and their clothes were frayed and riddled with dirt.
As Carisle took a step forward to show that he was the leader, so did the dark skinned man. His smile had an eerie charm to it. ""You lose something?" One of them asked, holding up the baseball.
"Yes," Carlisle spoke hesitantly. His body was tense as the dark skinned vampire threw the ball to him. "Thank you."
"I am Laurent," The dark skinned vampire introduced himself then gestured to his companions. "This is James and Victoria."
"I'm Carlisle." Carlisle returned the introductions. "This is my family."
"Hello," Laurent spoke, his red eyes sparkling.
"I'm afraid your hunting activities have caused something of a mess with us," Carisle told him, his gold eyes sweeping across the three figures.
"Our apologies," Laurent spoke, his eyes eyes landing on Clary and Bella, and he smirked. "We didn't realize the territory had been claimed."
"Yes, well, we maintain a permanent residence nearby."
"Really?" Laurent asked with a small laugh. "Well, we won't be a problem anymore. We were just passing through."
"The humans were tracking us, we led them east," Victoria commented, her voice cut through the air. It was soft and smooth, yet so full of mischief. "You should be safe."
Carlisle huffed before breathing in deeply through his nose. "Excellent."
Laurent forced a laugh. "So, could you use three more players?" No one spoke and the air became more tense. "Come on. Just one game."
"Sure," Carisle broke the silence that followed. "Why not? A few of us were leaving, you could take their place. We'll bat first."
Carisle smiled lightly as he turned and faced Edward before nodding. Edward had grabbed ahold of Bella and Clary. They were slowly walking backwards. Clary could barely take her eyes off of the three red eyed vampires. She knew a fight was about to break out, and to be honest, she couldn't wait to pummel something with her fists.
The three barely made it a few steps when a breeze blew by, sending their scents to the hungry vampires.
"You brought dinner and a snack? How nice of you." James spoke errily. His eyes had darkened as he stalked forwards, his eyes narrowing as he licked his lips.
The Cullen's quickly crouched in front of the girls, hissing and growling.
"The girls are with us," Carisle spoke through clenched teeth.
"The humans?" Laurent questioned in disbelief as Clary scoffed. She was no human.
"You should leave," Clary threatened, her tone loud and firm. She was not going to get bullied around by some lab experiments gone wrong.
"A human... telling us what to do." Victoria laughed, her red eyes firmly on Clary's. "How amusing." Her voice was eery.
"I can see that the game is over," Laurent spoke up. He held his hands up as he backed away slowly. "We'll go now." James and Victoria backed up as well, still slightly crouched.
When they were completely out of our sight, they all rushed to the Cullen's house.
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