The Immortal (twilight fanfiction)

We ended up staying for another month in England as I made sure we had ended all of the covens involved in this little coup d'état against Julius and Jane. 

 After going to each of the involved covens' place of residence, I found letters sent between the covens, detailing their hair-brain plan, which wasn't very smart.

 Their plan was to give Julius and Jane the boot, preferably dead.

 After they 'successfully' did that, they were going to send an emissary to the Volturi, telling them that England was now a state of free vampires who could do as they wished. 

 Like I said…not very smart. 

 Other than that, Julius and Jane took Edward across England to show him the country, while I dealt with everything else, my payment for running away when the entire police force showed up outside the Castle.

 It wasn't too bad though, it's not like I haven't seen every crack and crevice this country had to offer...

 Edward and I took a ship back to America around the end of 1934, on a luxurious cruise liner, celebrating the New Year while on board.

 Docking back in New York, we were picked up by Carlisle. 

 "It's good to see you, Carlisle." I said, giving him a quick hug. 

 "yes…it's only been, what, a few months." He chuckled, giving my back a hard pat.

 "That doesn't mean I haven't missed you." I chuckled, picking my suitcase back up. 

 "It's good to see you, Carlisle." Edward said as he and Carlisle hugged. 

 "Anything important happen while we were gone?" I asked, putting my suitcase in the trunk. 

 "Uhh…kind of." Carlisle said, fiddling with the keys in his hands, not looking at me.

 "Oh really?" I said, glancing at Edward, who looked just as confused, "And what, 'kind of' happened?" I asked.

 "Well, we might…have a new member of the coven." Carlisle said, dropping a bomb on my head. 

 "What!" I said loudly, unable to control my tone.

 'Fuck-Fuck-Fuuuck!!' I thought, mentally freaking out. 

 I had planned on saving her somehow when we returned from England, not thinking she would have been changed so soon. 

 Controlling my reaction, I changed my face to one of happiness, while still freaking out on the inside. 

 "That's great news, Carlisle…I'm sooo happy for you." I said, taking a step closer to give him a pat on the shoulder while I smiled wide.

 "Thanks, Adam." Carlisle said, winsing as I patted his shoulder. 

 "What's their name?" I asked.

 "Her name is Rosalie." Carlisle said, a small smile showing on his face. 

 'Why me Lord.' I cried in my head. 

 "Rosalie?" Edward murmured under his breath.

 Getting into Carlisle's Ford, I closed my door, my thoughts wondering as Carlisle started the car.

 The whole drive back to the apartments, Carlisle continued to talk about Rosalie, as if he was trying to convince us to accept her.

 Interrupting him, I had to ask.

 "How long ago did you change her?" 

 He turned to look at me.

 "Uh…about a week ago. So on New years Night. I found her in an alley. She had been…well…she should be the one to tell you. But it wasn't good, Adam." 

 I nodded my head, remembering something I had written in my personal hidden journal.

 "And what has she been doing recently?" 

 "Nothing," Carlisle said, turning onto our road. "At the moment she's been in our home while she gets herself under control." Carlisle said. 

 I nodded. 

 "So she hasn't left to go anywhere?"  I asked.

 He shook his head, giving me a concerned look.

 "Why do you ask?"

 "Because now she's a vampire and most likely wanting revenge." I said, returning his gaze. 

 His brows creased together.

 "She said she didn't know who attacked her." Carlisle said, glancing between me and the road.

 "Of course she did," I said, opening my door as Carlisle pulled in front of our apartment building.

 Quickly grabbing our suitcases, we made our way to the top floor.

 It became instantly apparent that something was off as soon as we walked through the door and saw Esme pacing in front of the hallway to the living room.

 "Oh thank goodness you're back " she said to Carlisle, giving me and Edward a rushed smile, before she began to speak again. "Rosalie is gone. She left through her bedroom window." she said, beginning to pace again. 

 "How long ago did you notice she was gone?" Carlisle asked. 

 Esme shrugged, "Maybe ten minutes after you left. So about an hour ago." Esme said, turning to look at us with worried eyes.

 "It will be almost impossible to find her." Esme said, shaking her head side to side. 

 Carlisle nodded while letting out a sigh. 

 "The best we can hope for now is that she returns on her own." He said, a sad look in his eyes. 

 "Maybe for all of you. But I think I might be able to track her down." I said, digging in my pocket for a small black notebook. 

 "Really!" Esme asked excitedly.

 I nodded my head, flipping through the black notebook, finding the extension for the New York Bank. 

 Finding it, I walked to the phone, making a personal call to the bank head. 

 After giving the password, I was sent straight to the bank head, where I got the address of one of their workers. 

 Writing the address of their apartment on a small piece of paper, I folded it and put it in my pocket. 

 Hanging up the phone, I turned to see everyone looking at me. 

 "Who's this Mr. King?" Carlisle asked. 

 "Someone I suspect as her target." 

 "What!" Carlisle and Esme asked in unison, confused as to how I could already have a suspect in mind, while Edward stood there with a bored looking expression.

 "It's a long story. I'll explain when I get back." I said, starting for the door. 

 "I'll come with you." Carlisle said, starting after me. 

 Coming to an abrupt halt, I turned to face him.

  "It will be best if you wait here." I said, giving him a shewing motion with my hands. 

 "But~" Carlisle started before I cut him off. 

 "Carlisle. Let me do my magic." I said, giving him a stern look as I kept my voice level. 

 He stared at me for a moment, before nodding his head in agreement. 

 "Very well." He said, taking a step backwards.

 "Thank you." I said, turning and heading for the door again.