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After the hunters gave their warning.
For a fraction of a second—Stillness held.
Then—It shattered.
Edward moved first. Not happy with these humans trying to hunt them down.
Not fast. Instant.
The hunters fired.
A storm of gunfire tore through the forest—bullets screaming through the air, tearing bark, shredding earth, lighting the darkness with violent flashes.
But they weren't hitting targets.
They were chasing ghosts.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Edward blurred forward, Bella shielded perfectly within his movement—every step calculated, every shift precise.
Bullets passed through where he had been, never where he was.
Jasper vanished from sight—Then reappeared inside their formation.
One hunter turned—Too late. Impact. Clean. Brutal.
-BAM!
Emmett didn't dodge.
He charged.
Gunfire slammed into him—But instead of stopping him, it only slowed him for a fraction of a heartbeat.
His grin returned.
-Grin!
"...."
Wider. Wilder.
"Bad call."
He crashed into the front line like a living battering ram—sending bodies flying, weapons snapping, formation breaking in an instant.
Jess followed through the opening, fluid and deadly—disarming, striking, dismantling with ruthless efficiency.
Edyth moved like a shadow between chaos—every hunter who tried to reposition found themselves already too late.
Carlisle remained near Edward—A constant shield.
"...."
A final safeguard.
The hunters tried to adapt.
Tried to regroup. Tried to maintain control.
But control had already slipped.
Their bullets—Too slow. Their traps—Already understood. Their coordination—Broken.
One by one—They fell.
Not gracefully. Not cleanly.
Brutally.
A hunter tried to retreat—Jasper intercepted.
Another tried to aim—Jess took him down before the trigger fully pulled.
The leader—The one who had given the warning—Raised his weapon again—But Edward was already there.
Their eyes met for a split second.
"...."
"...."
And whatever the man saw—Made his finger freeze.
Too late.
The weapon dropped.
Silence followed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Not immediate. Not sudden.
But creeping. As the last echoes of gunfire faded into nothing.
Bodies lay scattered.
Weapons broken.
The forest—Still again.
Emmett exhaled, rolling his shoulders.
"Okay," he said casually, "that was more like it."
Jess glanced around.
"They really thought guns would work."
Hales & Creast Headquarters....
Chairman's Office...
High above the city, inside the steel-and-glass nerve center of Hales & Creast, silence ruled like law.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Until—Bzzzt!
The vibration was small.
But in that room—It sounded like a gunshot.
Seated behind a wide obsidian desk, Victor Hale slowly opened his eyes.
Old. Sharp.
Burning with something that age had not dulled—Only refined.
His hand slipped into his coat pocket. Pulled out the phone.
The screen lit up.
Caller ID.
Recognized.
For the first time in hours—Hope flickered.
Cold. Cruel.
He answered immediately.
"Yes."
No greeting. No patience.
Only expectation.
On the other end—A voice. Hesitant. Wrong.
Victor's fingers tightened slightly around the device.
"They… survived, sir."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
"They weren't alone. The targets—Edward and Bella—they had multiple vampires with them. Strong ones. Coordinated."
Victor's expression didn't change.
But the air around him—Shifted.
"All hunter units…" the voice continued, faltering now,
"…have been neutralized."
A pause.
Then—
"They broke formation. Escaped the containment route. They've altered direction—we lost the tracking window."
Still—Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The kind that doesn't explode.
The kind that compresses.
Victor stood up slowly.
The chair behind him barely made a sound.
"…You're telling me," he said softly,
"…that an entire mercenary force… failed."
No answer came. Because none would help.
His grip tightened.
The phone creaked faintly.
-Creak!
"All the traps," he continued.
"All the preparation. All the resources I poured into this—"
His voice didn't rise. It dropped.
"And you're telling me they simply… walked away."
The silence on the other end turned suffocating.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then—The voice tried.
"Sir, we can redeploy—"
Victor moved in impatience.
-CRACK.
The phone shattered in his hand.
Not thrown. Not slammed.
Crushed.
Pieces fell to the polished floor like brittle bones.
For a moment—He stood there.
Breathing. Still.
Then—The storm broke.
"USELESS!"
The word tore through the office, echoing off glass and steel.
Victor's hand slammed into the desk.
Once.
-THUD.
Hard.
"They killed my son…"
His voice dropped again. Quieter. More dangerous.
"And you couldn't even scratch them."
He turned toward the massive window overlooking the city.
Rain streaked down the glass like the world itself was trying to hide.
His reflection stared back.
"...."
Twisted by water. Distorted.
The shattered remains of his previous phone still lay scattered across the floor.
Ignored. Irrelevant.
Victor reached into his drawer again.
This time—He pulled out something… older.
A small black diary.
Worn. Edges frayed.
Pages thick with time and secrets that didn't belong in the modern world.
He opened it slowly. Not flipping.
Searching.
Names filled the pages.
Some crossed out. Some marked. Some… circled.
Each one carried weight.
Not contacts. Not allies. Debts.
Victor's finger stopped.
There. A name.
No address. No title.
Just a symbol beside it.
For the first time since the call—Victor smiled.
He reached for another phone.
Untouched. Secure. Dialed.
The ringing began.
Once. Twice.
-Ring! -Ring!
On the third—It connected.
Silence greeted him.
"...."
Not empty. Listening.
Then—A voice. Erratic. Uneven.
Like it didn't quite belong to a single person.
"…You don't call unless the your world's ending."
Victor didn't react.
Didn't acknowledge the tone.
"Years ago," he said calmly, "you owed me your life."
A pause.
Long enough to stretch tension thin.
"…I remember," the voice replied.
Softer now. More focused.
Victor's gaze drifted toward the rain-soaked city.
"I'm here to collect."
Another pause. Heavier.
"…What do you want?"
Victor's answer came without hesitation.
"Kill them."
The word landed clean.
Cold. Final.
"Vampires," he continued. "Not two. Not a pair."
His eyes darkened.
"A group."
Silence again.
"...."
"...."
"...."
But this time—It wasn't hesitation. It was interest.
"…That's new," the voice murmured.
A faint shift. Something… waking.
"Information," it asked.
Victor nodded slightly, as if the person could see him.
-Nod!
"My son is dead," he said.
No emotion in the words.
Which made them heavier.
"I tracked the ones responsible. Edward. Bella."
A beat.
"They should've died already."
His hand tightened slightly against the desk.
"But they didn't."
The rain outside intensified.
"They're being protected now," Victor continued his voice laced with furstration.
"Multiple vampires. Strong ones. Coordinated."
Another pause. Shorter. Sharper.
"…Names," the voice said.
Victor's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You'll have everything," he replied. "Locations. Movement patterns. Strength assessments."
A flicker of something dangerous crossed his expression.
"And one more thing."
The line went quiet.
Listening.
"They're heading to Forks."
That—Seemed to matter.
"…I see," the voice whispered.
Not fear. Not concern.
Recognition.
Victor caught it instantly.
"You've heard of it."
A faint chuckle came through.
-Chuckle!
Distorted. Uneven.
"I've heard… of something near it."
The room felt colder.
Victor's eyes sharpened.
"Then this should be interesting for you."
A pause.
Then—
"…It will be."
The tone had changed now.
No longer erratic. Focused. Hungry.
"I'll take the job," the voice said.
Victor exhaled slowly.
-Sigh!
Not relief. Expectation.
"Good."
The call ended.
Victor lowered the phone.
For a moment—Nothing moved.
Then—He looked back at the open diary.
At the name he had just awakened.
"…Let's see if monsters can kill monsters," he murmured.
Forks...
Leah stood just inside the treeline, rain clinging to her hair, her posture tense but controlled.
Across from her—Jojo.
Still. Unbothered.
"...."
Like the storm had learned to move around him.
"They're here," Leah said.
No buildup. No hesitation.
Jojo's gaze rested on her.
Quiet. Waiting.
"Mercenary hunters," she continued. "A full group. Not amateurs."
She crossed her arms slightly.
"They're not making noise. Not hunting locally. No random movement."
Jojo's eyes narrowed just a fraction.
"They're waiting," Leah finished.
A pause.
"…For the Cullens," Jojo said.
Leah nodded hearing him.
-Nod
"Based on their positioning and patrol shifts… yeah."
She tilted her head slightly.
"They're setting up like a trap. Not chasing—ambushing."
Jojo exhaled softly.
-Sigh!
Not frustrated. Just… mildly inconvenienced.
"So the clowns started showing up," he muttered.
Leah frowned hearing him.
-Frown!
"You sound like you expected this."
Jojo glanced toward the forest beyond her.
Toward the direction the Cullens were approaching from.
"I expected something," he said.
"Just not this many players this quickly."
Rain tapped steadily against the leaves.
Leah shifted slightly.
"So what's the move? We warn them? Clear the hunters?"
Jojo looked back at her.
And for a moment—There was something almost amused in his eyes.
"No."
That answer landed heavier than expected.
Leah blinked caught off guard by the answer.
"No?"
Jojo turned slightly, hands slipping into his pockets.
"Inform Jacob Black," he said calmly.
Leah's posture straightened.
"Tell him to capture them."
A beat.
"All of them."
Leah's eyes sharpened.
"Alive?"
Jojo nodded once.
-Nod!
"And bring them to headquaters."
The name alone carried weight.
Leah let out a slow breath.
-Sigh!
"You're escalating."
Jojo glanced at her again.
"They already have," he replied.
A flicker of lightning illuminated the forest behind them.
"We're just… responding properly."
Leah hesitated.
Then—
"What about the Cullens?"
Jojo's gaze drifted upward, toward the dark sky.
"They'll reach here," he said.
"Eventually."
Not hope. Not guesswork. Certainty.
"And when they do…"
His eyes lowered again. Calm. Cold.
"…they won't be walking into a trap."
Leah studied him for a second longer. Then nodded.
-Nod!
"I'll inform Jacob."
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