Goodbye Forks, Hello Mystic Falls

Chapter Thirteen

Author's note: Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in forever! College and other things got in the way, but the good new is that I'm back! I hope you can all forgive me for being gone so long. Enjoy the new chapter!

EPOV

"I'm starting to lose their scents," Jasper said, frustrated, as we made our way through the deep forests of Mystic Falls. He was as alarmed as Alice and me, and feeling all of our emotions couldn't have been easy on him, either.

"I still have Carlisle's," I muttered, picking up the pace.

"The tomb is near here," Stefan said, catching up with me. "We should try there." He patted me on the back in a comforting way, letting me know without words that he had my back completely. Damon, on the other hand, seemed to be more concerned with capturing Katherine than saving my family.

"I'm gonna kill that bitch," Damon muttered under his breath, zooming by Stefan and me.

The darkness of the forest fit my mood completely. My entire family was in danger, and I couldn't help but feel guilty. Yes, I realized that it wasn't my fault, but I also felt like there must have been something that I could have done to prevent any of this from happening. Everything seemed to be spiraling out of control. I felt . . . helpless.

And then there was my Bella, who I, quite selfishly, couldn't stop worrying about as well. I had to keep reminding myself that she was back at the Salvatore house, safe. Caroline had taken my side before we left and promised me that she would protect her. I had read her mind all evening, and I could honestly say that she was a decent person and that she would take care of Bella. There was also Jacob, but we didn't know how much of his mind he actually had at the moment.

Suddenly, Damon came to an abrupt halt. "She's close," he said quietly, placing his index finger over his mouth, wanting us to stay silent.

"Where?" Stefan asked, but Damon just hushed him.

"Right here, boys!"

Katherine.

Before I had any time to process what I was doing I lunged at her, tearing her down to the ground. Her smirk remained.

"What have you done with my family?"

She giggled slightly. "You'll find out, Edward. Don't you have any patience?"

"Bitch," Damon spat, placing his foot on her stomach, stopping her from going anywhere.

"We'll ask you one more time," Jasper said, inching closer. "Where is our family?"

She lounged back on the ground, as if she didn't have a care in the entire world. Each and every grin she made caused my hatred for her to grow.

"They're at your house," she stated simply.

"What?" Stefan asked. "Why . . . "

"You'll find out," she replied, kicking Damon in his balls before disappearing into the night.

"They're back at the house?" Alice asked, confused as the rest of us.

"Let's go," I muttered, taking off as fast as I could.

The run back did nothing to clear my head, but did manage to make my anxiety rise more than it ever had. If I still had a beating heart, I surely would have died from a heart attack in the last ten minutes. This Katherine . . . what was she trying to do?

As we reached the property of the Salvatores, I got a whiff of something I had never smelled before. I'd like to say that I immidiately knew what it was and what it meant, but my mind remained blank.

There was a man, no, a boy, standing at the front door, his arms crossed.

"Tyler," Stefan said, going from a run to mere footsteps.

"Stefan," he greeted coldly, eyeing all of us carefully.

"What's going on, Lockwood?" Damon asked, pushing Stefan out of the way. "Are you seriously blocking the door to our home?"

He shrugged. "Kinda."

"Well back the fuck off," Damon replied. "It's not a full moon. I'm sure we could all turn you into a corpse in under a minute."

Full moon. Werewolf . . .

"We don't have time for this!" Alice said, and before I knew it, she had lunged herself through the front window of the house.

"Well," Damon said, shrugging. "That's one way to do it."

The moment I climbed in through the window my eyes immidiately searched for Bella. And, to be honest, I didn't know whether to be relieved of terrified to find her sitting on the couch next to Carlisle.

"Son," he said to me, reaching out his hand. "Come . . . "

Bella looked numb. I could see that she had been crying, but was trying her best to stay strong. I sat down next to her and pulled her into the nook of my arm. She gazed ahead in fear, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Carlisle," Jasper said, kneeling down to his level. "Where are the others? Where's Esme, Rosalie, and Emmett?"

"They're downstairs."

"Why?" I asked, afraid for the answer.

"They're killing Bonnie."

Without a moment of notice Stefan and Damon flew out of the room, no doubt on their way to the basement, but I couldn't follow. I had to stay there with Bella. "Jasper, Alice, go," I said. "I'll stay here."

"They'll be too late," Carlisle stated simply.

His eyes weren't focusing. He looked like he had been compelled in more ways than just one, almost as if Katherine had complete control over him. He didn't even seem like Carlisle, but rather a vessel that had once been my father.

"Carlisle, listen to me," I said, leaning over to stare him square in the eye. "Katherine has compelled you all. You don't know what you're doing . . . "

"Katherine's will must be finished out, son," he replied, looking content. "You will see that in time."

Bella looked up at me, a fresh tear rolling down her face. I wanted so much to wipe it away and kiss away her pain, but my own head didn't seem to be working right. So much was happening so fast . . . I could barely take it all in.

Elena then came into the room, with Stefan on her arm, crying loudly. Stefan just looked at me, not wanting to say anything out loud.

Bonnie . . . she's dead.

I hung my head down, trying to keep it together.

We stopped them from killing Caroline, but . . .

Stefan looked at me sorrowfully, saying with just a look that I wasn't going to like what I was about to hear.

Rosalie is dead.

My whole world came crashing down.

Damon had to kill her.

And continued crashing . . .