New Moon

  My heart beat faster. "Nothing at all."

  She laughed quietly, and then sighed. "You have too much faith in me, Bella. I'm not sure that I can. I'll probably just end up killing you."

  "I'll take my chances."

  "You are so bizarre, even for a human."

  "Thanks."

  "Oh well, this is purely hypothetical at this point, anyway. First we have to live through tomorrow."

  "Good point." But at least I had something to hope for if we did. If Alice made good on her promise--and if she didn't kill me--then Edward could run after his distractions all he wanted, and I could follow. I wouldn't let him be distracted. Maybe, when I was beautiful and strong, he wouldn't want distractions.

  "Go back to sleep," she encouraged me. "I'll wake you up when there's something new."

  "Right," I grumbled, certain that sleep was a lost cause now. Alice pulled her legs up on the seat, wrapping her arms around them and leaning her forehead against her knees. She rocked back and forth as she concentrated.

  I rested my head against the seat, watching her, and the next thing I knew, she was snapping the shade closed against the faint brightening in the eastern sky.

  "What's happening?" I mumbled.

  "They've told him no," she said quietly. I noticed at once that her enthusiasm was gone.

  My voice choked in my throat with panic. "What's he going to do?"

  "It was chaotic at first. I was only getting flickers, he was changing plans so quickly."

  "What kinds of plans?" I pressed.

  "There was a bad hour," she whispered. "He'd decided to go hunting."

  She looked at me, seeing the comprehension in my face.

  "In the city," she explained. "It got very close. He changed his mind at the last minute."

  "He wouldn't want to disappoint Carlisle," I mumbled. Not at the end.

  "Probably," she agreed.

  "Will there be enough time?" As I spoke, there was a shift in the cabin pressure. I could feel the plane angling downward.

  "I'm hoping so--if he sticks to his latest decision, maybe."

  "What is that?"

  "He's going to keep it simple. He's just going to walk out into the sun."

  Just walk out into the sun. That was all.

  It would be enough. The image of Edward in the meadow--glowing, shimmering like his skin was made of a million diamond facets--was burned into my memory. No human who saw that would ever forget. The Volturi couldn't possibly allow it. Not if they wanted to keep their city inconspicuous.

  I looked at the slight gray glow that shone through the opened windows. "We'll be too late," I whispered, my throat closing in panic.

  She shook her head. "Right now, he's leaning toward the melodramatic. He wants the biggest audience possible, so he'll choose the main plaza, under the clock tower. The walls are high there. He'll wait till the sun is exactly overhead."

  "So we have till noon?"

  "If we're lucky. If he sticks with this decision."

  The pilot came on over the intercom, announcing, first in French and then in English, our imminent landing. The seat belt lights dinged and flashed.

  "How far is it from Florence to Volterra?"

  "That depends on how fast you drive... Bella?"

  "Yes?"

  She eyed me speculatively. "How strongly are you opposed to grand theft auto?"

  A bright yellow Porsche screamed to a stop a few feet in front of where I paced, the word TURBO scrawled in silver cursive across its back. Everyone beside me on the crowded airport sidewalk stared.

  "Hurry, Bella!" Alice shouted impatiently through the open passenger window.

  I ran to the door and threw myself in, feeling as though I might as well be wearing a black stocking over my head.

  "Sheesh, Alice," I complained. "Could you pick a more conspicuous car to steal?"

  The interior was black leather, and the windows were tinted dark. It felt safer inside, like nighttime.

  Alice was already weaving, too fast, through the thick airport traffic--sliding through tiny spaces between the cars as I cringed and fumbled for my seat belt.

  "The important question," she corrected, "is whether I could have stolen a faster car, and I don't think so. I got lucky."

  "I'm sure that will be very comforting at the roadblock."

  She trilled a laugh. "Trust me, Bella. If anyone sets up a roadblock, it will be behind us." She hit the gas then, as if to prove her point.

  I probably should have watched out the window as first the city of Florence and then the Tuscan landscape flashed past with blurring speed. This was my first trip anywhere, and maybe my last, too. But Alice's driving frightened me, despite the fact that I knew I could trust her behind the wheel. And I was too tortured with anxiety to really see the hills or the walled towns that looked like castles in the distance.

  "Do you see anything more?"

  "There's something going on," Alice muttered. "Some kind of festival. The streets are full of people and red flags. What's the date today?"

  I wasn't entirely sure. "The nineteenth, maybe?"

  "Well, that's ironic. It's Saint Marcus Day."

  "Which means?"

  She chuckled darkly. "The city holds a celebration every year. As the legend goes, a Christian missionary, a Father Marcus--Marcus of the Voltun, in fact--drove all the vampires from Volterra fifteen hundred years ago. The story claims he was martyred in Romania, still trying to drive away the vampire scourge. Of course that's nonsense--he's never left the city. But that's where some of the superstitions about things like crosses and garlic come from. Father Marcus used them so successfully. And vampires don't trouble Volterra, so they must work." Her smile was sardonic. "It's become more of a celebration of the city, and recognition for the police force--after all, Volterra is an amazingly safe city. The police get the credit."

  I was realizing what she meant when she'd said ironic. "They're not going to be very happy if Edward messes things up for them on St. Marcus Day, are they?"

  She shook her head, her expression grim. "No. They'll act very quickly."

  I looked away, fighting against my teeth as they tried to break through the skin of my lower lip. Bleeding was not the best idea right now.

  The sun was terrifyingly high in the pale blue sky.

  "He's still planning on noon?" I checked.

  "Yes. He's decided to wait. And they're waiting for him."

  "Tell me what I have to do."

  She kept her eyes on the winding road--the needle on the speedometer was touching the far right on the dial.

  "You don't have to do anything. He just has to see you before he moves into the light. And he has to see you before he sees me."

  "How are we going to work that?"

  A small red car seemed to be racing backward as Alice zoomed around it.

  "I'm going to get you as close as possible, and then you're going to run in the direction I point you."

  I nodded.

  "Try not to trip," she added. "We don't have time for a concussion today."

  I groaned. That would be just like me--ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.

  The sun continued to climb in the sky while Alice raced against it. It was too brigh:, and that had me panicking. Maybe he wouldn't feel the need to wait for noon after all.

  "There," Alice said abruptly, pointing to the castle city atop the closest hill.

  I stared at it, feeling the very first hint of a new kind of fear. Every minute since yesterday morning--it seemed like a week ago--when Alice had spoken his name at the foot of the stairs, there had been only one fear. And yet, now, as I stared at the ancient sienna walls and towers crowning the peak of the steep hill, I felt another, more selfish kind of dread thrill through me.

  I supposed the city was very beautiful. It absolutely terrified me.

  "Volterra," Alice announced in a flat, icy voice.

  20. Volterra

  WE BEGAN THE STEEP climb, and t
he road grew congested. As we wound higher, the cars became too close together for Alice to weave insanely between them anymore. We slowed to a crawl behind a little tan Peugeot.

  "Alice," I moaned. The clock on the dash seemed to be speeding up.

  "It's the only way in," she tried soothe me. But her voice was too strained to comfort.

  The cars continued to edge forward, one car length at a time. The sun beamed down brilliantly, seeming already overhead.

  The cars crept one by one toward the city. As we got closer, I could see cars parked by the side of the road with people getting out to walk the test of the way. At first I thought it was just impatience--something I could easily understand. But then we came around a switchback, and I could see the filled parking lot outside the city wall, the crowds of people walking through the gates. No one was being allowed to drive through.

  "Alice," I whispered urgently.

  "I know," she said. Her face was chiseled from ice.

  Now that I was looking, and we were crawling slowly enough to see, I could tell that it was very windy. The people crowding toward the gate gripped their hats and tugged their hair out of their faces. Their clothes billowed around them. I also noticed that the color red was everywhere. Red shirts, red hats, red flags dripping like long ribbons beside the gate, whipping in the wind--as I watched, the brilliant crimson scarf one woman had tied around her hair was caught in a sudden gust. It twisted up into the air above her, writhing like it was alive. She reached for it, jumping in the air, but it continued to flutter higher, a patch of bloody color against the dull, ancient walls.

  "Bella." Alice spoke quickly in a fierce, low voice. "I can't see what the guard here will decide now--if this doesn't work, you're going to have to go in alone. You're going to have to run. Just keep asking for the Palazzo dei Priori, and running in the direction they tell you. Don't get lost."

  "Palazzo dei Priori, Palazzo dei Priori," I repeated the name over and over again, trying to get it down.

  "Or 'the clock tower,' if they speak English. I'll go around and try to find a secluded spot somewhere behind the city where I can go over the wall."

  I nodded. "Palazzo dei Priori."

  "Edward will be under the clock tower, to the north of the square. There's a narrow alleyway on the right, and he'll be in the shadow there. You have to get his attention before he can move into the sun."

  I nodded furiously.

  Alice was near the front of the line. A man in a navy blue uniform was directing the flow of traffic, turning the cars away from the full lot. They U-turned and headed back to find a place beside the road. Then it was Alice's turn.

  The uniformed man motioned lazily, not paying attention. Alice accelerated, edging around him and heading for the gate. He shouted something at us, but held his ground, waving frantically to keep the next car from following our bad example.

  The man at the gate wore a matching uniform. As we approached him, the throngs of tourists passed, crowding the sidewalks, staring curiously at the pushy, flashy Porsche.

  The guard stepped into the middle of the street. Alice angled the car carefully before she came to a full stop. The sun beat against my window, and she was in shadow. She swiftly reached behind the seat and grabbed something from her bag.

  The guard came around the car with an irritated expression, and tapped on her window angrily.

  She rolled the window down halfway, and I watched him do a double take when he saw the face behind the dark glass.

  "I'm sorry, only tour buses allowed in the city today, miss," he said in English, with a heavy accent. He was apologetic, now, as if he wished he had better news for the strikingly beautiful woman.

  "It's a private tour," Alice said, flashing an alluring smile. She reached her hand out cf the window, into the sunlight. I froze, until I realized she was wearing an elbow-length, tan glove. She took his hand, still raised from tapping her window, and pulled it into the car. She put something into his palm, and folded his fingers around it.

  His face was dazed as he retrieved his hand and stared at the thick roll of money he now held. The outside bill was a thousand dollar bill.

  "Is this a joke?" he mumbled.

  Alice's smile was blinding. "Only if you think it's funny."

  He looked at her, his eyes staring wide. I glanced nervously at the clock on the dash. If Edward stuck to his plan, we had only five minutes left.

  "I'm in a wee bit of a hurry," she hinted, still smiling.

  The guard blinked twice, and then shoved the money inside his vest. He took a step away from the window and waved us on. None of the passing people seemed to notice the quiet exchange. Alice drove into the city, and we both sighed in relief.

  The street was very narrow, cobbled with the same color stones as the faded cinnamon brown buildings that darkened the street with their shade. It had the feel of an alleyway. Red flags decorated the walls, spaced only a few yards apart, flapping in the wind that whistled through the narrow lane.

  It was crowded, and the foot traffic slowed our progress.

  "Just a little farther," Alice encouraged me; I was gripping the door handle, ready to throw myself into the street as soon as she spoke the word.

  She drove in quick spurts and sudden stops, and the people in the crowd shook their fists at us and said angry words that I was glad I couldn't understand. She turned onto a little path that couldn't have been meant for cars; shocked people had to squeeze into doorways as we scraped by. We found another street at the end. The buildings were taller here; they leaned together overhead so that no sunlight touched the pavement--the thrashing red flags on either side nearly met. The crowd was thicker here than anywhere else. Alice stopped the car. I had the door open before we were at a standstill.

  She pointed to where the street widened into a patch of bright openness. "There--we're at the southern end of the square. Run straight across, to the right of the clock tower. I'll find a way around--"

  Her breath caught suddenly, and when she spoke again, her voice was a hiss. "They're everywhere?"

  I froze in place, but she pushed me out of the car. "Forget about them. You have two minutes. Go, Bella, go!" she shouted, climbing out of the car as she spoke.

  I didn't pause to watch Alice melt into the shadows. I didn't stop to close my door behind me. I shoved a heavy woman out of my way and ran flat out, head down, paying little attention to anything but the uneven stones beneath my feet.

  Coming out of the dark lane, I was blinded by the brilliant sunlight beating down into the principal plaza. The wind whooshed into me, flinging my hair into my eyes and blinding me further. It was no wonder that I didn't see the wall of flesh until I'd smacked into it.

  There was no pathway, no crevice between the close pressed bodies. I pushed against them furiously, fighting the hands that shoved back. I heard exclamations of irritation and even pain as I battled my way through, but none were in a language I understood. The faces were a blur of anger and surprise, surrounded by the ever-present red. A blond woman scowled at me, and the red scarf coiled around her neck looked like a gruesome wound. A child, lifted on a man's shoulders to see over the crowd, grinned down at me, his lips distended over a set of plastic vampire fangs.

  The throng jostled around me, spinning me the wrong direction. I was glad the clock was so visible, or I'd never keep my course straight. But both hands on the clock pointed up toward the pitiless sun, and, though I shoved viciously against the crowd, I knew I was too late. I wasn't halfway across. I wasn't going to make it. I was stupid and slow and human, and we were all going to die because of it.

  I hoped Alice would get out. I hoped that she would see me from some dark shadow and know that I had failed, so she could go home to Jasper.

  I listened, above the angry exclamations, trying to hear the sound of discovery: the gasp, maybe the scream, as Edward came into someone's view.

  But there was a break in the crowd--I could see a bubble of space ahead. I pushed urgently toward it, no
t realizing till I bruised my shins against the bricks that there was a wide, square fountain set into the center of the plaza.

  I was nearly crying with relief as I flung my leg over the edge and ran through the knee-deep water. It sprayed all around me as I thrashed my way across the pool. Even in the sun, the wind was glacial, and the wet made the cold actually painful. But the fountain was very wide; it let me cross the center of the square and then some in mere seconds. I didn't pause when I hit the far edge--I used the low wall as a springboard, throwing myself into the crowd.

  They moved more readily for me now, avoiding the icy water that splattered from my dripping clothes as I ran. I glanced up at the clock again.

  A deep, booming chime echoed through the square. It throbbed in the stones under my feet. Children cried, covering their ears. And I started screaming as I ran.

  "Edward!" I screamed, knowing it was useless. The crowd was too loud, and my voice was breathless with exertion. But I couldn't stop screaming.

  The clock tolled again. I ran past a child in his mother's arms--his hair was almost white in the dazzling sunlight. A circle of tall men, all wearing red blazers, called out warnings as I barreled through them. The clock tolled again.

  On the other side of the men in blazers, there was a break in the throng, space between the sightseers who milled aimlessly around me. My eyes searched the dark narrow passage to the right of the wide square edifice under the tower. I couldn't see the street level--there were still too many people in the way. The clock tolled again.

  It was hard to see now. Without the crowd to break the wind, it whipped at my face and burned my eyes. I couldn't be sure if that was the reason behind my tears, or if I was crying in defeat as the clock tolled again.

  A little family of four stood nearest to the alley's mouth. The two girls wore crimson dresses, with matching ribbons tying their dark hair back. The father wasn't tall. It seemed like I could see something bright in the shadows, just over his shoulder. I hurtled toward them, trying to see past the stinging tears. The clock tolled, and the littlest girl clamped her hands over her ears.

  The older girl, just waist high on her mother, hugged her mother's leg and stared into the shadows behind them. As I watched, she tugged on her mother's elbow and pointed toward the darkness. The clock tolled, and I was so close now.

  I was close enough to hear her high-pitched voice. Her father stared at me in surprise as I bore down on them, rasping out Edward's name over and over again.