Jasper Whitlock is the newest addition to the Volturi. Isabella Swan is a feral newborn vampire who has been responsible for the recent killings of entire towns. When the two meet, however, a reaction happens that could wipe out the entire vampire species. This is their story.
I could hear their footsteps in the distance, and I felt a chill crawl up my spine. Once they got to us, they would kill us. Maybe it would be slow torture, or a quick fling of our bodies into a pile of flames. Either one was in the foreseeable future if we stayed still.
"Run, Bella, run." His voice was insistent, demanding, and as much as I wanted to run, I couldn't leave him behind.
"I'm not leaving you!" I exclaimed. "We both run, or we both stay. It's your choice." I knew they were coming after me; no, they were coming after us both. His grip tightened almost painfully on my hand.
"Bella, please," he pleaded. He was nearly begging me to leave, to leave him here alone to die and let me get away effortlessly. He tried to pull himself away from me, but I clung tightly to him.
"We're doing this together," I demanded.
"Bella.." his voice was low, warning me. "We have maybe a minute. You have to leave," he hissed. He had taught me how to gauge emotions, and I could gauge every one of his; anger, fear, and above all a strong sense of protection.
"I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere," I hissed back. "If we die, we die together."
"Isabella Marie Swan," he said lowly, now angry with me, not just with them. "This is for your own good," he said. Before I knew it, he had pushed me forcefully, sending me flying back into the trees of the forest that hid me from anyone's view. I stayed hidden behind the trees, muscles tense, hoping he would be okay.
But then I saw the flicker of flames rising into the sky; the bright orange glare contrasting sharply with the grey of the sky.
And then I heard a scream; sharp, piercing, and familiar.