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REBEKAH SAT ON THE FORSET FLOOR WITH HER BACK LEANED AGAINST LEAH’S LEGS. The Cullens and their witnesses had found a spot to camp for the night before the battle, the wolves were somewhere farther away, but Seth, Jacob, and Leah had chosen to remain with the Cullens. Alec, Demetri, and Santiago all stood a few yards away, casting glares towards the Romanians, who returned the look. Rebekah felt like she would be breaking up a fight before the night was over.
Just then Jacob walked over, a pile of logs in his arms. Benjamin, a vampire with the ability to control the elements stood across from him, fire dancing on one of his fingers. The shifter just raised a brow as he dropped the logs before stepping back just as Benjamin smirked, a flame engulfing his hand before shooting towards the pile of wood; igniting it.
“That's what I'm talkin' about. A little pre-battle bonfire. Telling war stories.” Jake sat down beside Benjamin, a few spots away from Rebekah and Leah. The wolf then rolled his eyes, seeing all the other vampires just standing there. “Or just standing there like frickin' statues.” At his words, Rebekah snorted.
Suddenly, Garrett appeared, his knees bouncing and excitement dancing in his eyes. “Name any American battle. I was there.” He claimed loudly.
Jacob seemed to think about it for a moment. “Little Bighorn.”
“I came this close to biting Custer.” Garrett held his hand up to measure just how close he had come to killing the human. “But the Indians got him first.”
“I bet that was disappointing.” Rebekah spoke up and the old Rebel smirked widely.
“Sure was, Baby Cullen.” Then he shrugged and leaned back. “But I still won.” Just then Kate flitted over, perching herself on her new-found mate’s lap.
“Try Oleg's assault on Constantinople. He didn't win that one on his own.” The blonde smiled and looked down at the Rebel, who just cast her an offended look.
“Be nice, mom. Don’t hurt his ego.” Melody chuckled as she came to take a seat by Leah, a cheeky grin on her face. “You know it can only take so much damage.”
At that Rebekah let out a wide laugh, covering her mouth when Garrett looked over at her with narrowed eyes.
“lf you're talking battles, you're talking the Eleven Years' War.” Liam, a vampire with the Irish Coven, spoke up as he took a seat by the fire- the rest of his coven following right behind them. “No one does rebellion like the Irish.”
“You lost the Eleven Years' War.” Garrett reminded him.
Liam didn’t seem deterred. “Aye. But it was one hell of a rebellion.” At that, Garrett agreed, nodding his head with an impressed look on his face.
And then suddenly, a silence covered the group as the Romanians appeared, causing Rebekah to tense up. She wasn’t the only one who was put on edge by the older vampire's sudden appearance.
Alec moved forward, only for Santiago to stop him, whispering quickly into his ear while Demetri merely glared at their old enemies with a hatred that made Rebekah shiver. Yep, she would definitely be breaking up a fight before the night was over.
Vladimir started off their story, his voice dark and words rolling off his tongue. “When we ruled, everything came to us. Prey, diplomats, favor seekers. Such was our power.” And then he tilted his head. “But we never put on white hats and called ourselves saints.”
“We were honest about what we were.” Stefan added in.
“We sat still for a very long time.” The white-haired vampire continued. “We didn't notice we were beginning to petrify.”
Stefan looked up at the Volturi members, hatred in his eyes, and Rebekah’s eyes narrowed. “Perhaps the Volturi did us a favor when they burned our castles.”
And then Vladimir turned his gaze to Rebekah, a predatory look in his eyes. “We've been waiting 1,500 years to return that favor.” And then he stood up, keeping his gaze locked on the mate of Alec Volturi. But then suddenly a large figure stood between the two, and Rebekah was pulled behind her very angry mate.
Emmett glared down at the shorter vampire, who had basically just threatened his baby sister, and all the vampires tensed. Leah had risen from her spot along with Jake, both ready to shift at the first sign of a fight.
“Back off.” Emmett nearly growled, fists clenching. Carlisle appeared next, hand on the burly man’s shoulder.
“I suggest you leave my daughter be, or your revenge will be the least of your concerns.” Carlisle's voice was calm, but you could hear the underlying threat beneath them, one that had Rebekah’s eyes widening in shock. Carlisle wasn’t the type to threaten people. “Walk away, please.”
“I would listen to him unless you want me to rip your head off.” Alec finally spoke up and the Romanians could see they were in a losing battle and chose to walk away. Disappearing from the other's view.
“I told you, nothing but trouble.” Demetri walked up to stand beside Alec and Rebekah.
“I should have killed them when I had the chance.” Alec grumbled, relaxing when Rebekah wrapped her arms around him. “I hate them.”
“We’ll deal with them later, we have more important things to worry about.” Rebekah whispered in his ear and slowly started guiding him to the far side of the camp, away from everyone.
“If they touch you, I will put their heads on a spike.” Her mate hissed. “How dare that Romanian bastard threaten you!”
“Alec, calm down.” Rebekah soothed. “He isn’t that stupid to do anything. You and Emmett would tear him apart, not to mention the fact that Leah can turn into a giant wolf.”
Alec let out a breath and wrapped his mate into a hug. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”
The Cullen girl just sighed, laying her head on his chest, her eyes fluttering shut as she took in his scent. “One thing at a time, honey.”
One battle at a time. One problem at a time.
Would they ever be okay?
[a/n ✍︎]
Heyo! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and get ready to the next one because it's gonna be a long one.
I'm trying to decide whether or not to include the vision or make it a bonus chapter. What do y'all think?
For now...
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Until the next update!
Love,
Dream