Chapter 4

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"Can I go now?"

Isabella and Rosalie looked over at Edward, since Edward knew what he was thinking.

Edward immediately shook his head.

"No."

"How long have you had him now?"

Rosalie's eyes flashed to her mate on the couch. He was terribly bored with Tristan.

"31 years," Rosalie said.

"Why have you kept me? I have nothing left to tell you! I've told you everything I remember," Tristan said.

"We've kept you because of your thoughts," Edward said.

"What about my thoughts? I haven't thought anything you don't know!"

"Lies!" Edward hissed.

Isabella shot a look at her mate and saw the anger on his face.

"Why am I always left out of these things Rose?"

Em never got to do much with Tristan and it was partially Isabella's fault. She always got Edward put in first because of his gift.

"I think it's just because your gift isn't useful sweetie," Rose said, smiling.

"How is my gift not useful?"

"Em—"Rose started to say.

He stood up from his spot and glared at his mate.

"Don't leave baby," Rose said.

"I need time to think about things Rosalie."

When he left the room, Rosalie felt like her dead heart had started beating again and broke. Isabella walked over to her sister and put her hand on Rosalie's shoulder.

Rosalie immediately shook her sister's hand of her shoulder and went running from her, with tears pricking in her eyes.

Tristan had stopped his thrashing and watched her run away crying.

"Is she okay?" Tristan asked.

"Rosalie was…she was very sensitive as a human and well…she really brought that into her new life. It doesn't help when she and Em fight," Isabella said.

"Thought you would have figured that out by now."

"I've been a bit busy being captive by a bunch of freaks!" Tristan hissed.

Isabella fiercely hissed at Tristan, like she was really pissed off at him and ready for him to die.

"Isabella no," Edward said.

Isabella shot another glance at him and saw the seriousness on his face. She sighed and pulled on her hair in frustration.

"Ha!" Tristan laughed.

"Shut it asshole or I'll kill you for her!" Edward snapped.

"You wouldn't even dare." Tristan snapped back.

Edward immediately got angry and wanted to rip his head off.

"Don't you dare Edward!"

"What do we even need him for anymore? Can't we just…kill him?" Rosalie said from the stairs

"There is something he's not telling you!" Edward growled.

"Come on Tristan, tell us," Isabella said.

"Never!"

"Tell us or I kill you!" Rosalie hissed.

Rosalie immediately grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stalked toward Tristan slowly.

"I'd rather die than tell you."

Rosalie was next to him in a mere second. She stood with the knife to his neck.

"Rosalie if you kill him we will never know what he won't tell us."

"What am I? Chop liver?"

"No baby but I'd like to hear this from Tristan's mouth!" Isabella said.

"You're not going to get a word out of me." Tristan hissed.

Rosalie dug the knife into his skin and Tristan gripped the chair in pain.

"Everytime you won't tell us the knife goes in further until you are dead."

"Rosalie!"

Rosalie glared at her sister and took the knife out of Tristan's neck. Tristan immediately sighed in relief.

Rosalie growled.

"Tell me!" Isabella snarled.

"Never!" Tristan snapped.

"Tell her or I will kill you," Rosalie snarled.

"Why would I tell you? I mean seriously, you're not missing out on much," he said rolling his eyes.

"You're such a fucking liar," Edward snarled.

"No I am not! I don't have anything to tell them that I haven't said before Edward."

Rosalie put the knife to Tristan's neck.

He gulped.

"Tell us now," Rosalie said.

"Rosalie calm down," Emmett said coming into the room.

Rosalie took the knife away from Tristan's neck and looked over at Emmett.

"But Emmy…" she pouted.

"He may be lying to you Rosalie, but it's not going to help you to get the truth if you kill him," Emmett said.

"Hey!" Edward said.

Emmett rolled his eyes at Edward.

"Seriously Edward. You may know something's about what Tristan is lying about but you can't see his memories of the dang lie," Emmett said.

Edward ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply.

Isabella rolled her eyes at her mate and also sighed.

"Now Tristan. Tell me," Isabella said crossing her arms.

"No."

"Tristan seriously. Just tell them already!" Edward snarled.

"What is the fun in that? Seriously?" Tristan said.

Isabella sighed deeply. She didn't know what to do to him anymore.

"Compel him," Edward said.

"We can't," Isabella said.

"Why can't we? Your gift is sure useful with him Isabella," Rosalie said.

Tristan laughed.

"Her power has never worked on me dear Rosalie. Don't you think she would have compelled me by now if they did?"

Rosalie growled a Tristan and he flinched back from her.

Rosalie laughed as he flinched away from her, she was happy that he was afraid.

"Tell me," Rosalie growled.

"I….No," he said.

"Tell me!" Rosalie snarled.

"Rosalie calm down," Emmett said.

"Please Tristan," Rosalie sighed closing her eyes and clenching her fists.

"Hmm."

Rosalie sighed happily, believing that he would finally tell them what he knew.

"No."

Rosalie screamed and pulled on her hair in frustration.

Emmett grabbed her arm so that she couldn't take the knife and slice his neck and kill him but she didn't listen and broke free from her mates grasp.

She took the knife to Tristan's neck again and he gulped, immediately scared.

"Tell me right now or die. It's your choice," Rosalie growled.

"I think dying would be more sufficient," Tristan said.

Just as Rosalie put the knife up to his neck she heard a voice.

"Kill him and you won't live to see another day."

Rosalie took the knife from his throat and turned around growling.

Rosalie wasn't expecting to see a black haired girl she once knew….and loved.

A/N-

I'm sooo sorry!

Next chapter we won't be skipping thirty one years, just a….well you'll see ;)

Who was surprised by the end?

I wanted to end it a different way, but it seems that this was better, and more of a cliffhanger. Who is this odd person? The one who threatens to kill Rosalie if she kills Tristan? Hmm? Is it Mary? Is it someone else?

You'll have to wait and see.

If you stuck with me over this...thank you.