Breaking Dawn - Stephenie Meyer [199]
Amuns attitude was something else, and he and Kebi kept to themselves, though Benjamin and Tia were well on their way to being fast friends with both the Denali and the Irish covens. We hoped that Carlisles return would ease the remaining tension with Amun.
Emmett and Rose sent individuals-any nomad friends of Carlisles that they could track down.
Garrett came first-a tall, rangy vampire with eager ruby eyes and long sandy hair he kept tied back with a leather thong-and it was apparent immediately that he was an adventurer. I imagined that we could have presented him with any challenge and he would have accepted, just to test himself. He fell in quickly with the Denali sisters, asking endless questions about their unusual lifestyle. I wondered if vegetarianism was another challenge he would try, just to see if he could do it.
Mary and Randall also came-friends already, though they did not travel together. They listened to Renesmees story and stayed to witness like the others. Like the Denalis, they considered what they would do if the Volturi did not pause for explanations. All three of the nomads toyed with the idea of standing with us.
Of course, Jacob got more surly with each new addition. He kept his distance when he could, and when he couldnt he grumbled to Renesmee that someone was going to have to provide an index if anyone expected him to keep all the new bloodsuckers names straight.*
Carlisle and Esme returned a week after they had gone, Emmett and Rosalie just a few days later, and all of us felt better when they were home. Carlisle brought one more friend home with him, though friend might have been the wrong term. Alistair was a misanthropic English vampire who counted Carlisle as his closest acquaintance, though he could hardly stand a visit more than once a century. Alistair very much preferred to wander alone, and Carlisle had called in a lot of favors to get him here. He shunned all company, and it was clear he didnt have any admirers in the gathered covens.
The brooding dark-haired vampire took Carlisle at his word about Renesmees origins, refusing, like Amun, to touch her. Edward told Carlisle, Esme, and me that Alistair was afraid to be here, but more afraid of not knowing the outcome. He was deeply suspicious of all authority, and therefore naturally suspicious of the Volturi. What was happening now seemed to confirm all his fears.
Of course, now theyll know I was here, we heard him grumble to himself in the attic-his preferred spot to sulk. No way to keep it from Aro at this point. Centuries on the run, thats what this will mean. Everyone Carlisles talked to in the last decade will be on their list. I cant believe I got myself sucked into this mess. What a fine way to treat your friends.
But if he was right about having to run from the Volturi, at least he had more hope of doing that than the rest of us. Alistair was a tracker, though not nearly as precise and efficient as Demetri. Alistair just felt an elusive pull toward whatever he was seeking. But that pull would be enough to tell him which direction to run-the opposite direction from Demetri.
And then another pair of unexpected friends arrived-unexpected, because neither Carlisle nor Rosalie had been able to contact the Amazons.
Carlisle, the taller of the two very tall feline women greeted him when they arrived. Both of them seemed as if theyd been stretched-long arms and legs, long fingers, long black braids, and long faces with long noses. They wore nothing but animal skins-hide vests and tight-fitting pants that laced on the sides with leather ties. It wasnt just their eccentric clothes that made them seem wild but everything about them, from their restless crimson eyes to their sudden, darting movements. Id never met any vampires less civilized.
But Alice had sent them, and that was interesting news, to put it mildly. Why was Alice in South America? Just because shed seen that no one else would be able to get in touch with the Amazons?
Zafrina and Senna! But wheres Kachiri? Carlisle