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Summary: Willow leaves Sunnydale in search of acceptance. Willow/Edward/Bella violence, language

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Twilight > Willow-CenteredfairybloomFR1830110,7072118968,49120 Jun 098 Mar 11No

Chapter 30

A/N: Hello to all those still with me! I know it’s been a really, really, really long time since I updated, and I can’t say how sorry I am that it’s taken me this long to do so. RL has kicked the ever loving poop out of me, so, yeah. Sorry about the wait. I know this chapter isn’t as long as usual, but the second half keeps screwing with me and I can’t seem to get it right. So, for now, here you go.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed and rec'd!!!!!!!

Chapter 30


The Italian countryside passed by as the black SUV sped down the dark highway towards the port city of Cecina. The black barked ilex trees, with their long leathery leaves laced into a canopy overhead, and let the moonlight seep through in strange patterns.

The beautiful landscape held no interest to Willow as she laid her head against Edward's firm shoulder, seeking the comfort of his presence. Even though he cradled Bella in his lap, he had his arm draped over the red head's shoulders and he gave them a squeeze, trying to reassure her that everything was going to be ok.

"Oh no," Alice whispered in dread from the very back of the SUV.

"What is it? What do you see?" Jasper asked her urgently.

"Crap," Edward muttered as he saw what the problem was.

Willow looked up at him, worry evident in her eyes and mind. "What? What is it?" she asked.

"You forgot one little detail when you erased everything from the Volturi's minds, love. Our scents. We left Aro standing in that room steeped in them," he finished in a darkly rueful tone.

"Oh no! How could we, how could I forget that?!" Willow exclaimed softly as she buried her face into Edward's chest. "He'll find us!"

"Aro is sending a couple of trackers to investigate," Alice confirmed. "They'll be on us in less than an hour."

"Is there anything that you can do?" Carlisle asked from the driver’s seat as he pressed the car to go faster.

Willow met his worried eyes in the rearview mirror as she thought of and discarded all the spells she could use. "I think our best bet would be to translocate," she finally said. "But I don't think he'll give up the search that easily. Do you think we should hop to Buffy's?"

Edward laid a gentle kiss to her temple and said, "I think that would be best for now."

"What about Rose and the others? Can we make it to them in time?" Emmett asked from the front passenger seat.

"We'll be at the marina in twenty minutes," Alice answered.

"Jazz, call Esme and tell her to meet us at the point across from Via del Porticciolo," Edward said, then turned to Willow, "Contact Buffy with the amulet, let her know we're coming."

Willow could hear Jasper making his call in the back of the speeding SUV as she reached up and gently fingered the golden sun amulet around her neck. She let a tendril of magic caress the magic interwoven in the jewelry and sent a whispering pulse through. Less than a minute later, Jasper had just finished his call to Esme when Buffy's voice floated into the car.

"Hey Wills, what's up?" the perky blonde asked.

"Hey Buff, we're in a spot of trouble and need to come over for a little bit," Willow said quickly.

The cheerfulness dropped from Buffy's voice as the seriousness in the red head's tone came through. "Sure, anything you need. I'm at the Hyperion."

"Could you go to the garage?" Willow asked.

"Sure, will you be here soon?" the blonde responded and Willow was grateful that her longtime friend didn't ask any awkward questions.

"Yes, within the next twenty minutes," she answered. "And Buffy... thanks."

"No prob, see you soon."

Willow dropped the connection and sighed.

"Hurry, we need to hurry," Alice said with a note of desperation creeping into her voice.

Willow chewed her lip for a second, her thoughts racing. She could offer to hop them to the marina, but that would be risky since she didn't have any first hand memories of the place. She turned to Edward and gave him a questioning look as her idea bloomed fully in her mind.

Edward said, "Yes, it's risky, but we need to try it." He turned to Alice, "We need your Sight."

Their pixie-like sister didn't question him; she just nodded her head and came up to lean on the back of their shared seat.

Willow took a deep breath to settle her nerves, and then reached back with her left hand. After Alice had grasped it firmly, she then extended her right to Edward.

The feel of his smooth skin in hers helped calm her and she said, "I need you both to concentrate. Edward, I need you to hold the location you want firmly in your mind, and Alice, I need you to let me know if anything or anyone is in the way.”

Willow closed her eyes and lowered her mental shield, the plethora of thoughts and magical currents that were kept at bay by the formidable barrier, flooded in, threatening to distract her.

The familiar scents and patterns of her families’ minds soothed her nerves.

Emmett’s patterns were always tinged in oranges, from peach to golden, with a trace of apple green and earthy brown at the edges. His scent was a steadfast mix of crisp apples, a dark hint of leather, and heaviness, like a thunderstorm on the horizon.

Carlisle comforted her with his steady silver, gold, and mauve, lightening kissed midnight blue. His scent was clean and inviting with its heady pine, fresh citrus and delicious vanilla.

Alice was always a kaleidoscope of reds. Crimson, maroon, rose, and pinks, with lacey swirls of mint green and buttercup yellow. The warmth of cinnamon, the playfulness of hyacinth, and the lush sweetness of pear, enveloped her as the fey-like vampire hovered close.

Jasper’s mind was a conflict of colors. There were majestic purples, and rich blues, twined with smoky grays, chilling whites, and disciplined black. The leonine like vampire struggled daily with his bloodlust and it laid a spikey haze of scarlet over it all. Likewise, his scent was unusual, with the thick smell of loam and moss, the delicate edge of lavender, and an unexpected kiss of chocolate.

Edward smelled like an icy, golden paradise. The unique mix of his scent always made her tremble with wanting, with its warm currents of honey, mixed with cloying lilac, and overlaid with sunshine.

His mind was like no one else’s she had ever seen. The best way to describe it would be to call it a fire opal. Luxuriant reds, blues, greens, yellows, purples, the list went on and on.

Willow linked her mind with Alice’s and Edward’s, their thoughts easily melded with hers.

Edward gave a soft sigh of amazement as their minds combined in a riotous prism of color.

She could clearly see the spot Edward intended in his mind. A gentle cliff overlooking a stony beach, and across the wide bay she could see the twinkle of lights from the city a ways off.

The same image was echoed in Alice’s vision, and it showed that the way was clear.

Willow closed her eyes, focusing on the dual images and spread her magic to blanket the SUV. "Circumplector haec obicere. Levis ceu caeli," she whispered and pushed with her mind and will. {Encompass this object; light as air}

The nighttime Italian countryside melted away, and was replaced with the low murmur and slap of waves as they broke on a stony shore twenty feet away.

There was a stretch of darkness to their right, shadows cast by empty carrier containers stacked for storage on the back end of the dock across the way.

Willow sighed in relief as the remainder of her family slinked out of the shadows and made their way over to the car.

Jasper opened the back cargo to let Xander, Rosalie, and Esme slip in.

Xander immediately blurred to his childhood friend and wrapped an arm around her shoulders “Wills, thank god,” he whispered and rested his forehead on her hair. Willow hugged him to her, grateful that she was able to do so.

Esme slithered by the backseat and came to kneel in front of them. She leaned forward and hugged Edward and Willow tightly. She leaned back and gazed down at the brunette cradled in their laps. “Oh, darlings, I’m so sorry,” she said in a choked voice as she gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from Bella’s pale and strained face.

“The trackers will be here in ten minutes,” Alice chirped from the back.

Carlisle twisted around in his seat and placed a comforting hand on his wife’s shoulder. He looked to Willow and said softly, “We should be on our way.”

Willow nodded and reached for the sun amulet. It only took a second for Buffy to respond to her call.

“Ready when you are, Wills,” came the blondes voice.

Willow pushed her magic into the necklace, activating the portal spell. A bluish gray vortex, about eight feet tall, swirled into existence a few feet from the grill of the SUV.

Carlisle turned back to face forward, and put the vehicle in gear. Within seconds of its arrival, the portal was snapping shut as their taillights disappeared into the mists of magic.

Eight minutes later, two men came to blurring halt on the exact spot the SUV had been. Both raised their noses into the air and took deep lungful’s of the oddly fragrant air.

They paced this way and that, but they couldn’t find where the scent trail continued. There were a couple spots hidden next to the carrier containers, but the trackers determined that they were merely a quick hiding spot for whoever had been here.

Reluctantly, they turned back towards Volterra and began to make their way back to tell their king what they hadn’t found.

*

Forks, Washington
Swan Residence

Charlie sat at his kitchen table, his head in his fisted hands. Small tremors shook him as fought with himself.

He knew that he should call in help from the state police to help find his missing daughter, but his instincts kept telling him not to.

Bella hadn’t ever done anything like this before, not to her mother and not to him. So reason told him that something was wrong, but his gut told him that calling in the police either wouldn’t do anything to help, or could make things worse.

Fed up with his indecision, Charlie slapped his hands on the cracked and faded Formica table and stood. He grabbed his car keys of the hook by the door and slipped into his jacket.

He was down the front steps, into his cruiser, the engine started and put into gear and headed to the highway before he consciously decided to head over to the Cullen’s house.

The tires of his cruiser kicked up water as he sped down the rain slicked highway. He clenched his fist on the steering wheel, his thoughts a jumbled, worried mess.

After a while, he made the turn onto the Cullen’s driveway and pulled up to the large house nestled in the trees.

He got out of his car and studied the front of the house. There were no lights on in the bottom floor and none on in the upper floors, even though the sky was completely overcast and dark.

Suppressing a sigh of frustration, Charlie made his way to the front door and knocked loudly.

Nothing moved inside the house.

No shuffle of footsteps, no one calling for him to wait a moment, nothing.

He pounded on the door again, his worry and fear making him hit so hard, he bruised his hand.

When no one answered again, he shook his head angrily and stomped his way down the front steps and made his way around to the back of the house.

He was brought up short when he saw the floor to ceiling windows that lined the back of the house. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see in since the windows acted as a mirror, and reflected of the overcast sky.

Shaking his head again, this time in bemusement at the excess of those with money, he walked up the few steps that lead to the back door.

He hesitated as he noticed that the door wasn’t completely closed, and cupped his hand around his eyes as he peered through the window.

He could see the kitchen in the gloom of the house, and barely into the hall that must lead to the front of the building.

A flash of movement caught his eye in the darkened corner of the doorway.

Charlie hesitated a moment, then steeling his nerve, he pushed open the door and stepped into the quiet kitchen.

“Hello?” he called out, his voice echoing oddly. “Dr. Cullen? Bella?”

He jumped as he heard a thump from overhead.

He unsnapped his holster, and drew his gun as he moved quietly into the hall and over to the staircase. Placing his feet ever so carefully, he made his way upstairs.

He came to a door and after pushing it flush against the wall, peered into an empty bedroom.

Repeating these actions, he searched each room on the second and third floors, but found nothing that could have made the thump he had heard. There was nothing lying on the floors of any of the rooms, so nothing had fallen.

Confused and getting a bit desperate, Charlie happened to glance out the window.

Shock held him in place for a second, and then he tore out of the room and down the stairs to the back door. There had been a girl in the back yard!

As he stumbled down the back steps, he searched for the red head he had seen from above, but didn’t see her.

“Hello? Hello?!” he called as he kept looking. A noise from behind him had him spinning around and he finally saw the girl, well, woman really.

She had a thin frame, and long red riotous curls that fell around a sharp and pale face. She was wearing what looked like rumpled hiking clothes, and oddly, no shoes.

He moved a step closer to speak with her, but his words caught in his throat as he met her crimson eyes. A thrill of fear worked down his spine and he held onto his gun a little tighter.

“Miss? Do you live here?” he asked with only a slight tremble of fear in his voice.

“No,” she answered in a tinkling voice and continued to stare at him like a hawk.

With a start, Chief Swan realized that was what she reminded him of, a predator.

The woman chuckled at his look of discomfort and took a few steps towards him, “Do you know the family that lives here, human?” she asked in her unnatural voice.

Charlie tried to swallow, but his throat was dry with fear. “Yes,” he managed to force out. He couldn’t explain why this woman scared him so badly, but he knew she was dangerous.

She gave him a cruel smile and started to circle around him as she asked, “Where are they?”

Charlie turned so he could keep her in his sights and shrugged, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Mm, you’re the human girl’s father, aren’t you?” she asked in a sly tone.

“You mean Bella?” he asked in confusion.

“Mm-hm,” she confirmed with a nod.

“Yes, I am. Do you know where she is?” he asked harshly.

“No, but I would love to know,” she said and stopped circling him. She had thoughtful look on her sharp face as she studied him. “You know, I think I’ll keep you,” she said with a wink and started to move towards him again.

“Stay right where you are!” he commanded as he raised his gun to point at her, but she merely laughed him off and darted in to swipe at him playfully.

His shoulder throbbed and felt a little numb where she had hit him. Charlie griped his gun in a two-handed tea cup stance, and when she darted in to hit him again, he squeezed off a round.

She stopped and fingered the hole where the bullet had hit her. It had caught the red head in her shoulder, but didn’t seem to hurt her. She looked up and gave him a feral grin before she darted in and batted his gun away.

Charlie grimaced and shook out his hand. She had broken his ring and pinky finger on his left hand.

“Oh, sorry about that, don’t know my own strength,” she purred darkly and moved to swat at him again.

A menacingly low growl stopped her in her tracks though. She whipped around and hissed, actually hissed, at the tree line behind her.

Clasping his injured hand to his chest, Charlie couldn’t help but stare as four of the biggest wolves he had ever seen padded out of the forest.

The one in the lead was a bit shaggy and black as pitch. The other three were arrayed behind the one in front. One was a medium brown, another a steely gray, and the last was a lighter gray with a black “saddle” on his back.

None of the other wolves were quite as big as the black though.

It was enormous, almost as tall as a horse, but much thicker in the chest and hind quarters.

The black wolf snarled and it rolled out of its long muzzle, like a rumble of thunder.

Charlie shivered in fear as he saw the dagger-like teeth, as the wolf grimaced and bared them at the woman.

The red head had crouched down in a defensive posture and hissed at the wolves, before she took off in a blur and ran into the woods.

Without hesitating, the beasts ran after her, their paws digging deep furrows into the ground as they pounded after her.

Charlie could do nothing but stare after them in shock.

“Chief Swan? Charlie? Are you alright?” a voice behind him asked.

He turned to see someone he never expected to see coming out of the woods.

“Jacob? Is that you?” he asked in confusion. The last time he had seen Jacob Black, he had been a little big for his age, but nothing compared to how muscled and large he was now. “What happened to you? Did… did you see any of that?”

Jacob gave him a small smile and nodded his head. “I did, and don’t be frightened.”
Charlie gave a sarcastic snort and bent to retrieve his gun. He holstered it and turned to pin Jacob with a look.

He merely smiled serenely back at him and said, “Don’t worry, Charlie. I’ll try to explain if you want.”

“That would be good, but I have to get my hand looked at,” he said with a gesture at his broken fingers. “And possible check myself into an asylum,” he muttered to himself.

Jacob chuckled and shook his head as he walked over to the still stunned police chief. “Come on, Charlie, I’ll take you to my place, and we’ll get Sue to come over and set your fingers.”

Charlie eyed him up for a second, then shook his head ruefully and started walking around the empty house to his cruiser. He looked back and saw that Jacob was just standing there. “Well, come on then.”

The other man grinned and trotted to catch up with him. They walked to the cruiser in silence and got in. As Charlie put the car in gear, Jake turned to him and asked nonchalantly, “So, where’s Bella anyway?”

Charlie snorted and mumbled, “That would be very nice to know.”

The drive to the Quileute reservation was quiet.

Charlie didn’t seem to know what to say and Jake was no help, the kid just kept shooting him these weird looks and tapping on his knees nervously.

They pulled up to the Black’s house and parked. After getting out, they were met at the door by Jacob’s father, Billy.

“Charlie?” the man in the wheelchair asked with an odd glance between him and his son.

“Hey, Billy, how you doing?” Charlie asked quietly.

“Fine. You?”

“I’ve been better,” he answered truthfully as they all went into the kitchen. Charlie sighed as he sat down heavily at the table and wiped his hand over his face. “Got any beer?”

“What’s this about, Jake?” Billy asked as he wheeled over to the fridge and got a couple of beers out.

Charlie took his gratefully and after popping it open, he swallowed half the can in a gulp.

“Well, dad, you’ll never guess where I ran into Chief Swan,” he said.

“Jacob,” he said in warning.

“What?” he asked innocently.

Charlie snorted and asked, “So, Jake, what’s with the wolves?”

Billy, who had been taking a sip from his beer, stared to choke.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Twilight Ruby" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 8 Mar 11.

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