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Focused Madness
Chapter 29

Fusedtwilight: A big thank to my beta animegirlkiki for betaing.
Last chapter a creepy shadow guy showed up harassing Morphia and Matthew. We got to see how see's the world now that he has no sense of self, Alice and Aro reveal Leah might die if she fights and Nahuel revealed he is in love with Leah.
This chapter Leah and Esme have a talk and Joham prepares for war.

Leah P.O.V
“Nahuel...what do you mean?” I asked.
“You know what I mean Leah,” he said.
“....I thought we had this talk,” I said.
I just got a huge bombshell. Two years ago Nahuel and I had slept together. It was supposed to be one of those one night stand kind of deals.
But as Nahuel just told me, he has some feelings for me. Which sucks because I have something going on with Fred at the moment.
Holy crap, I have a love triangle!
“Nahuel-”
“I know, you love him. But Leah, I love you too. I have thought about you a lot these many years. I tried to tell myself it was just a simple crush. But....I think I am starting to love you Leah.”
“Stop it Nahuel. Did you think maybe Chelsea has been making you love me more to mess with our alliance?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No Leah. Ever since you first fled with Matthew I thought of both of you. I get these feelings when I am around you. And I am sorry, I know you are just coming to terms with your feelings for him. I tried to be the better man and step aside and let you be with him...but Chelsea has opened my heart and broken any illusions I had that I could just step aside.”
He took a step towards me, but I took a step back.
“Regardless of what I feel for you, please Leah. If we cannot return his memories we must kill Matthew. It is...humane. Leaving him in such a state because of our own inability to let him go. Is it right to let him spend all his days as an empty shell Leah? Think of what Aro will use him for. You know Aro will not stop unless he is his, or dead.”
“Damn it Nahuel!”
“Leah, please. Despite what he thinks I am being reasonable about this. I appreciate his drive. But would you want to remain a vegetable for all your life?”
“No, but we should at least try!”
“How can you do it Leah? You can't run from the Volturi and raise him at the same time.”
“Shut up!” I yelled at him.
He shut up.
“I can't talk about this, not now!” I headed for the door. My hand grabbed the handle but Nahuel began to speak again.
“If you won't do it then I will Leah.”
I froze.
“I won't let him suffer any more then he has already. He is my brother and I love him. He deserves peace.”
I opened the door and ran out. I slammed it shut. I leaned against the door and slid down. I could not escape the tears as they fell from my face. I felt so confused.
One side believed in Fred's idea that if we run with Matthew we can fill him with new memories and bring him back. He might not be the old Matthew, no he would be a new Matthew. A part of me regretted that, but as long as he was in my arms I would be glad.
The other side remembered his cold, dead eyes. Remembered how easily he broke my wrist. That part that Nahuel's idea was a good idea. That part believed Nahuel was right. Killing Matthew now would be an act of mercy.
I tried to imagine having no memory, no desire, no will, no ego. To be frozen and stagnate. Cold, empty, barren. The idea of Matthew going through that made my stomach want to heave.
I closed my eyes and tried to think about killing Matthew. Even if it was his empty shell I don't know if I could do it. All the memories we had. Such good, warm, heartfelt memories.
“Leah?”
I opened my eyes and saw the worried eyes of Esme.
“Come on dear, up we go.”
She took my hands and helped me up.
“Come on, you need to get out of here. Let's get you something to eat,” she said.
I complied and let her lead me down the hall. She wore a thin, light blue jacket with a scarf wrapped around her head. She wore a pair of opera gloves that were the same color of the jacket. She put on a pair of glasses and we continued to walk out.
She was right, I had to get away. Had to forget for a while. Forget that later today I will have to make a choice.

The sun was out but there were plenty of clouds covering it. It made it real easy to dodge sunlight. All we had to do was watch the sky and if any clouds moved we would move into the shadows to hide Esme's skin from sparkling.
It made it a little trickier getting to where we were going than normal.
We found a little place a mile from the Volturi building. It was one of the largest buildings in the city and it loomed above us, a grim reminder to me of what it was and what it held.
Like a giant stone cocoon that held untold horrors. No one ever spared it a glance. Ignorant as the Volturi wanted them to be.
I tried not to look at it in the distance as we sat down. I wished we could just keep going and never stop, leave all this madness behind us.
If only life was that easy.
A woman came and handed us menus. Of course she spoke Italian and the menu was also in Italian. Luckily Esme was able to translate everything for me. I ordered some pasta with sauce and some Pepsi. Esme ordered a glass of water and I knew it was going to be left un-drunk.
We sat in the back far away from the window where there were fewer people.
We waited for the food to come in a comfortable silence. Esme had taken off her scarf and glasses.
“Sorry it took so long. I don't think the Volturi would be forgiving if I risked exposure to the humans,” she said.
“It keeps us from going back sooner,” I said.
She smiled and it was warm and gentle.
“How are you doing Leah? Really?” she asked.
“Horrible. Just one blow after another,” I said.
She said nothing. She knew what I meant. She reached her hand across the table and took my hand in hers.
“I know you are going through a tough time right now, Leah. But I want you to remember you are not alone. You have your friends, your family and us if you need. Do not think you have to shoulder this by yourself.”
“Thanks...I could use some advice right now.”
“Well if I may help, please tell me what you need.”
I explained to her the situation. How I am torn between what to do with Matthew. How Fred want to try and rehabilitate him, how Nahuel wants to give him sweet, eternal peace. Then how Nahuel confessed he loved me and how he said if I didn't kill Matthew he would.
Her eyes were soft and full of pity and compassion. Normally, I hate pity but I have take blow after blow I need a shoulder to cry on.
“What am I to do Esme? Should I do what Fred suggests? Should I promise Nahuel to kill Matthew? A part of me is going one way and another is going the other. What should I do?”
She said nothing for a while. Then she spoke. Her sweet kind voice was filled with a wisdom that showed how truly old she was. Her face was a lie, showing only youth and beauty, but now her voice showed the truth and wisdom that only decades of life can give.
“I cannot tell you what to do Leah. This is something you alone must decide.”
Her voice reminded me of Billy's when he was telling some ancient story of the tribe. Strong, wise, ancient.
“People think being a mother is simple, have a child, raise it and that is that. But not anyone can be a mother, Leah. Just because you have a child does not make you its mother and it does not need a blood tie either. You have to learn being a mother. That takes hard work, dedication, responsibility and sacrifice alone with some sweat, blood and tears. You may not be his biological mother. But you have earned that title. From the moment you took him and fled from your home and family you showed how far you were willing to go for him. Only you can decide his fate that is the right of all mothers. Sadly it is a fate many of us have to make.”
“But....do I have to kill him? I can't even imagine it. How can I kill him knowing I had a choice to save him?”
A sad look crossed her face.
“Do you know my story? How I became a vampire?”
“Not really, I know Carlisle turned you because you were badly hurt.”
“Yes, jumping off a cliff does tend to cause some serious injuries,” she said.
“You tried to kill yourself?” I asked shocked.
She nodded.
“But why?”
Esme was such a happy and warm person, what could cause her to do such a thing?
“I was born in 1895 on the outskirts of Columbus, Ohio. I lived there for all my life. I was always doing as my parents told me. I let them tell me how to act, what to say, what to wear, how to eat, how to speak. I had no real independence. It really frustrated me, but I was eager to please them. They criticized me so much I was eager for even a little praise.”
She got the faraway look in her eyes people get when they are thinking of another time.
“When I was sixteen I decided to do something adventurous. I climbed a tree.”
“Why?”
“Because it was the most exciting thing I knew to do. I wanted to do something spontaneous, something to add a little excitement to my dull, safe, life. It was going good, until I fell and broke my leg. My parents were more angry then worried. They said it was unladylike to be climbing trees and what the neighbors would think if they saw and how shameful I would look with a broken leg. They took me to the hospital and I met Carlisle for the first time.”
She smiled and there was a powerful warmth in her eyes.
“It is the one memory from my human life I remember so well. I was amazed at how handsome he was, so young, yet so smart and a doctor to boot! I made a fool of myself. Stuttering and blushing. I was also amazed at how strong he was. See while he was working on my leg my parents continued to chastise me. Finally Carlisle told them to leave or he would have them removed, he told them he would not stand there and let them speak to one of his patients like that. That was when I fell in love with him. Back in those days the younger generation always did what the older told them, we were never expected to tell them they were wrong. The looks on my parents faces was priceless. But they left and I was so grateful.”
“Then what happened?”
“He left not to long after. But I never forgot that handsome doctor. As I got older I decided I wanted to be a school teacher. I was well educated and I loved children even then. But my parents pressured me to get married and as usual I gave into their wishes.”
“You were married?”
“Yes. To a man called Charles Evenson.” a tinge of sadness crept into her eyes and I knew the story was about to go downhill.
“He was young and handsome, very respectful to my parents. I didn't love him. But my parents said it was good for a woman to marry young. They told me my dreams of teaching was nonsense and I needed a man to support me. We married and I soon learned Charles had a darker side. He was one of those men who believed perfection had to be beaten into. I tried to go to my parents but they told me to keep quiet and try and be a good wife, if I was a good wife I wouldn't be beaten.”
“But that's horrible! How could they say that, you were their daughter!”
“Things were different back then. In those days divorce was seen as shameful and a sin. There were women who went through their entire lives living with men who beat them, raped them and treated them like slaves, but they did nothing because they were to afraid or did not want the shame of being a divorced woman. Fearing it like a brand that would mark them for life.”
“So what did you do?”
“Nothing, tried to please him as best I could, tried to be the best wife I could be. It was when he was drafted into the army for the First World War that I breathed in relief. While he was gone I got a job as a teacher and I was so happy. But then he returned in 1920. The war had changed him for the worse. It even got to the point where he forced himself on me in the bedroom.”
I put a hand over my mouth in horror. The thought of Esme having to go through a hell like that in her own home by her own husband made my blood boil. I wanted to find the bastard wherever he was and kill him!
“It wasn't until I learned I was with child I decided to leave him.”
Her fingers began to trace around the edge of her glass cup.
“It was not easy. I had to support myself and I was hiding from him and my parents because I knew if they found me they would send me back to him. When my son was born he caught a lung infection and died three days later. I could not provide the money needed for his medication. I could have contacted my parents or Charles. But then I thought 'Is that the life I want for him?' Did I want him to be raised by a monster? To be beaten and abused? The doctors had told me there was little possibility he would make it. But I refused to involve any of them and so my baby boy died.”
The glass cracked and she stopped circling the edge with her finger.
“After he died I felt I had no reason to live. Being pregnant changes you Leah. It gave me strength and independence and helped me reevaluate my life. I realized my parents were only so in name. They did not care for me as a parent should. They did not care for my thoughts and feelings. All they cared about was having the daughter they wanted and tried to squish out any parts of me they didn't like. I realized my whole life was spent in vain, trying to be what they wanted. I was not going to go back to Charles. How could I?”
“So...you....”
“Jumped off a cliff? Yes. It was funny, I kind of remember that day, it starts getting fuzzy, but I remember feeling....nothing. I felt empty. A strange kind of peace. I felt neither fear nor sorrow. Only the yearning for my life to end, to end the lie my parents had turned my life into. To go to a world where I could be with my baby and never see Charles again...so I jumped.”
The waitress brought my pasta. Esme paused her story and waited until she left before she continued.
“When they found me I was so weak and so near death they wheeled me straight into the morgue. Carlisle who was working at the very same hospital that night heard my very faint heart beat. He took me from there and too his home. He turned me and the rest is history. But not a day goes by where I wonder what if? What if I had been brave enough to go to my parents or Charles and gotten the money I needed to get the medicine my son needed? What if I had stayed just a little longer, waited until after I had given birth to run? Would my son be alive? Would we have been happy? Being a mother can be a heavy burden at times. I had a hard time being a vampire at first. Not just because of the blood lust. But because I felt so guilty for being alive while my baby was dead. But Carlisle and Edward helped me realize I had a chance at a new life. That I could start with a clean slate.”
“Plus it helped you were living with the sexy doctor who fixed your leg and told your parents off,” I said.
Esme smiled and winked at me.
“The point is that in the end only you can decide. As much as it pains me to say I am glad I didn't go back for help from my family. Charles was so unstable and after the war he became even so more. I am sure he would have harmed our son and tainted his heart with the same evil that lived in his own and the cycle would have continued. I made a choice and although it pained me I know I did the right thing. Leah, you are Matthew's mother and Fred and Nahuel's claim on him pales in comparison to yours. It is your choice to make Leah, yours and yours alone. Now eat your food before it gets cold.”
I began to eat. The pasta was well cooked and the sauce was excellent.
I wonder if this is how Jake and Sam felt. I was still new to the whole alpha thing. All the choices I made affected me, but the choices they made affected so many other people.
When Sam made the decision to help the Cullens fight the newborns and the Volturi. When Jake left Sam to protect the Cullens from Sam and then had to worry about me and Seth when we joined.
Was this the pressure they felt when they had to make a big decision? Was this what it was like to know you had the fate of another person in your hands and if you made the wrong choice that life would disappear?
The only time I had felt something like this was when I had run off with Matthew. I have never truly been responsible for someone. Seth, when we were younger but he had grown into his own man and I had never had to make a life or death choice for him.
Even when I became Jake's beta I never had to make such a difficult choice.
I wonder how Sam and Jake did it? How they could make such difficult choices? Knowing that one little error could result in someone's death. It was maddening.
I finished eating and the waitress came back. She handed us the bill (which Esme paid for) and gave us two little balls of chocolate wrapped in tinfoil wrapping.
I held the chocolate in my hands and a feeling of sadness washed over me.
“Leah? What is wrong?” Esme asked.
“Matthew loves chocolate. It's the only human food he likes to eat,” I said.
Her face fell. “I remember. He made such a fuss about everything except chocolate,” she said.
I unwrapped the ball and popped it into my mouth. It began to quickly melt in my mouth because of my body temp. Thinking about Matthew and his love for chocolate made it taste even sweeter.
We got up and decided to head back.
“Thank you for this Esme, I really needed someone to talk to,” I said.
“Any time dear,” she said with a warm smile.
As we walked through Volterra, avoiding the sunlight when the clouds parted a question popped up in my mind I had to ask.
“Hey Esme. Your son...did you have a name picked out for him?”
I was a little afraid I was pushing it, but Esme just smiled.
“Oh yes, I already had a name for him. Edward. It was always a favorite of mine.”

Joham P.O.V
“Today is a historic day,” I said to the crowd.
We were all gathered.
Myself, Matthew, my daughters, the Romanians and their guards, and the hybrids.
“It is the natural order of all things. The weak are devoured by the strong, then the strong become weak and are devoured by something new and strong. It is how we evolve, how we adapt and continue. Many years ago I had a revelation. Human's so full of hubris and greed, claim to be made in their God's image. Well if that is true then God is flawed and imperfect. They over flow this world, destroying the planet on which they live in the name of progress and industry, having slain hundreds of natures beasts to fuel their own ambition.
“They start wars over money, land, or the need to fulfill their own blood lust. The last century they wracked a body count more then we vampires ever could have dreamed possible. If they are not stopped they will destroy themselves and our world, neither of which is acceptable. Now the Volturi would have us live in secret from these humans. They claim to be the best of our people; they claim to be the most powerful. Yet they hide in their castle of perdition, hiding in fear of humans, yet they call themselves the superior race.
“Tell me my children; if we are superior what do we have to fear?” I asked them.
“Nothing!” they all said.
“Why should we have to hide? Does the lion hide from the lamb? Does the snake fear the mouse? No! The Volturi are old and weak. They oppress our people, keeping them from reaching our full potential. Neither humans nor vampires are fit to rule. But you are!”
The hybrids cheered.
“You have all the strengths and none of the weaknesses of both species; you are truly made in God's image!”
They cheered, harder.
“Today, we will devour the Volturi, replacing them and the world they have created with a better world. Our world. A world which Matthew will help herald!”
Matthew said nothing, just continued to stare into nothing. But the others cheered for him.
“Tonight, when we burn their city to the ground remember you do this as vengeance. Remember your father's coven, their comrades who fell before the Volturi. Remember the brothers, the sisters and our beloved Rosemary who all fell under the attack of the Volturi last night!”
Snarls and angry growls. Anger and a desire for revenge leaked from their eyes.
“Now! March! Onward to Volterra! The Volturi! And our destiny!”
They all cheered and stomped their feet, causing a minor earth-quake.
I stepped aside and let Vladimir and Stefan speak, let them tell their children how proud they were of their children, how we would attack Volterra, what to expect.
I took Matthew's hand and led him back inside the castle to get him something to drink. We had already consumed the castle help. But I had something special for Matthew.
I took him to the dungeons where I had his snack ready.
I opened the door and led him in. The girl was against the wall, her face covered in dried tears.
She crawled away from us into the corner of the room. We had gotten her from the village. It was easy. She was an orphan with no family. She would not be missed. She begged me to let her go, she begged for us not to kill her.
“Matthew, would you kindly feed from her, I want you well fed for tonight,” I said.
Matthew strode forward in no hurry. The girl cried harder and out her hands up in defense.
“Thirty years old, perfectly ripe. Virgin blood and minimal taints from sugar or cholesterol. You do spoil him.”
Seraphina had followed us. She stood next to me and we watched as Matthew grabbed the girl and fed from her.
“That was a lovely speech father. You do a wonderful job of inspiring blood lust. I wonder if they would be so ready to kill for you if they knew you killed Rosemary?”
I looked at her sharply.
“I smelled your venom on her neck. Don't worry, I won't tell. So, she must have betrayed us for you to have to go and kill her.”
“She was going to return Matthew's memory and tried to use her power on me,” I said.
Seraphina whistled. “Wow. Never thought she had the spine to do that.”
“Show some respect, she was your sister,” I said.
“So. What does that mean to me?” she asked. “You didn't raise us to be a family. You taught us to be a well oiled machine. What ever doesn't work or breaks needs to be tossed. All for the greater good.”
“You know I treasure you all in my own way, Seraphina.”
She chuckled. “Father let's be real. I know you value me so much because of my power and because I am cold as blue fire. I know if it wasn't for my power I would be on the bottom of the food chain around here.”
Matthew finished the girl and let her drop to the ground. Seraphina strode forward.
“I know my place in this world, what I was born to do. Rosemary forgot her purpose in this world. She was born to be a guardian, to protect us from Matthew, and Matthew from himself.”
She held up her hand. She cocked her thumb back, folded her lower three fingers and pointed her index finger at Matthew's head. Her hand was in the shape of a gun.
“I never liked Matthew. I never liked how he could read us so easily, how he could make us feel what he wanted to feel. Even when he was in the womb the little bastard would make me too scared or confused to be around his mother. Plus you always said he was stronger than me and I knew he would be more important to you than me.”
For one wild moment I thought she would set him on fire. But then she moved her hand so it was pointing at the dead girl and a stream of fire shot from her finger. The flames were white and with the help of the venom in the girl’s body the fires made the body burn much faster than norm.
“He may be your prize jewel. But I never betrayed you father, I never questioned you, I never once thought about going against you. To me, that makes me better than him. I am your warrior. I clean up the mess and burn away what doesn't work and tonight it will be me that creates the new world. Not Matthew. Because let's face it, Matthew is dead.”

She smiled at Matthew and it was cold and spiteful.
The room was filled with the smell of burning flesh and bones.
“Let's go, the others are waiting,” I said.
Seraphina obeyed and stood next to me.
“Matthew come,” I said.
Matthew followed us, his eyes empty. He licked at the blood that lay on the edge of his lip.
“Could have at least saved me some, you mindless little prick,” Seraphina said.

Leah P.O.V
“They are coming,” Alice said, “I can see the castle now. That means the hybrids have left.”
“Can you track them?” Aro asked.
“Yes. There are so many of them. Like following a black shadow on a map.”
We all were in the throne room now. All the guard, the wives even.
“Then we must leave at once to meet them!” Caius said.
“Let us not rush in without a plan now, Caius,” Aro said.
“We already have a plan,” I said.
“Oh?” Aro said.
“Me, Fred, Jasper and a few others will hide while the rest of you distract Joham. We will sneak up behind them and attack them from the rear. They won't see us coming. With Fred's repulsion and Jasper using his own gift to help make them ignore us,” I said.
“What about the hybrids ability? How long before he senses you coming? “Caius asked.
“That's why you can use Heidi as well. Her power of attraction will help keep everyone focused on her and my gift plus Fred's will help us sneak up on them. We can get close enough to Joham to finish him. Without him the hybrids will have no real leader and you can attack from the front,” Jasper said.
“Divide and conquer,” Caius said.
“Yes, a strategy Alexander the great was famous for.”
Caius smiled. “Who do you think it was that taught him such a strategy?”
“It will be risky Leah. Once you kill Joham the hybrids are sure to react quickly,” Aro said.
“Yes, but Fred would use his power to hit them with such a powerful feeling of revulsion they could not help but run,” I said.
Aro smiled at Fred. “Yes, Fred is certainly powerful enough to do such a thing. He has done it before.”
I knew Aro was referring to when Fred lived with the Seattle newborns.
“It is awfully risky. But I am sure-”
“No!”
All heads turned towards Seth. He was the one that spoke.
“Leah cannot be in this fight!”
“Seth, I can do this,” I said feeling annoyed.
Wasn't like this was the first time I did something dangerous and stupid.
“You don't understand Leah. Alice had a vision of you dying!”
“What?”
“It's true Leah. I remembered another vision. It showed you during the battle. Matthew had a hold of you and Joham killed you,” Alice said.
“Ah yes, that one,” Aro said.
“You knew?” I asked Aro.
“Of course, I read her mind, I know all the visions she forgot. It's what I do,” Aro said with a shrug.
“Do I die?”
“There are a few where you die, less where you live. But you know how the future changes. I am sure you have chosen a path that doesn't wind up with you dead.”
I glared over at Alice. “When were you going to tell me this?”
“I remembered right after you left,” she said
“Leah, you can't fight, you’re going to die,” Seth said.
“Seth is right Leah. The plane is too risky already and there are too many visions where you die,” Jake said.
“I am not going to stay here!” I said.
“But you die!”
“No, there is a possibility I could die,” I said calmly.
“It is too great a risk Leah. You should stay here and let us handle things.”
“I am more than capable of handling myself Seth,” I said firmly.
“Will someone talk some sense into her!” Seth said.
“Leah, think about it. Alice saw Joham killing you, you are planning on sneaking up on Joham. You’re at serious risk here. Matthew has proven he is capable of hurting you. More than once,” Jake said.
My hand touched the scar on my arm where Matthew bit me all those years ago.
“He does not remember you Leah, he will not hesitate to kill you.”
“Don't you think I know that!” I snapped.
Fred put his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him and his eyes had that look that said calm down and think for a moment.
It helped calm me down but I was still angry. I was mad at Aro for not mentioning this earlier when he read Alice's mind. I was mad at the Cullens for not telling me sooner, I was mad at my friends for trying to keep me on the sidelines .
“I am not going to stay behind. Matthew is my responsibility. I will take care of him.”
Funny, I wasn't even sure what I meant by that.
“You can't go Leah,” Seth said. He sounded like he was making it an order.
“And how are you going to stop me Seth?” I asked harshly.
“I am your brother!”
“And I am your sister, your older sister. I love you Seth but mind your own business. This does not concern you.”
I hated to see the hurt look on his face. I hated having to be so harsh with him. But I had to make him see that I was not going to be stopped.
Still didn't stop me from feeling like a grade A bitch though.
Seth looked to Fred in desperation. “Fred please make her see sense.”
Fred smiled softly. It was one of those smiles you give during a tense situation to try in some way to lighten things up, even though you feel distraught yourself. I could see it in his eyes. He didn't know. No one told him until now.
“What am I going to do Seth? Leah is her own woman. I know better than to tell her what to do.”
I smiled at him. I saw Nahuel off to the side look away. I remembered he said he had feelings for me and I looked back to Seth.
“Seth I love you. But don't try and stop me, any of you,” I said looking at the other wolves. “I have sacrificed and bled for Matthew. I will not stop, I will not falter, even in the face of death.”
“Well that is a nice speech,” Caius sneered. “But may I remind everyone there is an army of abominations marching across the land to kill us all!”
“Yes, yes,” Aro said. “Leah will not stay, she is necessary in our plans. Now let us make haste. We leave in half an hour.”
While everyone moved around to talk or make preparations I saw Seth leave the chamber.
I looked at Fred and he nodded in understanding.
I followed Seth's scent. It led to one of the many hallways the building had.
I found him standing alone. He looked at me angrily then looked away.
“You know you can't stay mad at me,” I said.
“Watch me,” he said.
“Seth I have to do this,” I said.
“They saw you dying Leah,” he said.
“They also mentioned a few visions where I live,” I said.
“Yeah, as a member of the Volturi,” he said bitterly.
“I have a lot of choices to make Seth. Tough decisions, but someone has to make them,” I said.
“Leah this is madness, all of it.”
“I know. But he needs me.”
“He is dead Leah, or might as well be.”
“But there might be a chance I can save him. Rosemary has three son's and one of them might have a power to do the opposite of what she does. I love him Seth, I can't not fight for him.”
“And if you can't save him what then? We all know about what Nahuel asked you Leah.”
“How did you find out?” I asked.
“Super wolf hearing remember?”
“It's what Nahuel thinks to be best. But as I am sure you know Fred had to put his words in too,” I said.
“Yeah, also heard the part where Nahuel confessed he loved you.”
“Fuuuck,” I moaned.
If he heard it I know the vampires heard it as well.
“Man sis, a vampire and a hybrid fighting over you. You are turning into Bella,” he said.
“Say that again and I will snap your neck,” I growled.
He smiled, but then he got serious again. “But seriously Leah, you’re not going to kill him are you?”
“I don't know Seth. Fred wants to raise him again, try and fill him with new and better memories. Start from scratch you know? Nahuel thinks Joham has taken away his ability to ever be normal again. I am leaning with Nahuel. I saw him face to face, he broke my wrist Seth. I want to try it Fred's way, but I don't want him to suffer anymore. I don't know what I should do.”
Seth put his arm around my shoulders.
“That's why I have to do this Seth. Matthew's life hangs in the balance and I have to be there for him. So I will go to him, I will set aside all fear and I will not falter. This ends tonight and either Joham or I will die and I can promise it won't be me.”
We hugged one another.
“I love you Leah, I am proud to be your brother.”
“I love you to Seth,” I said.
We went back to join the others. We had a few things to do before we left.
I know there was someone I wanted to talk to before we leave.
Mom.

Fusedtwilight: The end is near everyone only four more chapter to go before the end! Next chapter the battle is finally here. Joham's coven faces off against the Volturi and our heroes. Will Leah be able to save Matthew? Who won't make it out alive? And will Alice's vision of Leah's death come true? Please review.
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