"I didn't see—I couldn't tell... I saw vampires in my head," she whispered.
All the others were gathered by this time.
"What's that, Alice? You didn't see something?" Carlisle asked with the calm voice of authority.
"They were traveling much quicker than I thought. I can see I had the wrong perspective before," she murmured.
Jasper leaned over her, his breast on her shoulder. "What changed?" he asked.
"Everything," she gulped. "They heard us playing, and it changed their path."
Seven pairs of quick eyes flashed to my face, and then away.
"How soon?" Carlisle said, turning toward Fredward.
A look of intense concentration traveled briefly across his face.
"Less than five minutes. They're running—they want to play." He scowled.
"Can you make it?" Carlisle asked him, his eyes flickering toward me again.
"No, not carrying her fat—" He cut himself short. "Besides, the last thing we need is for them to catch the scent and start hunting."
"How many?" Emmett asked Alice.
"Three," she answered tersely.
"Three!" he scoffed. "Let them come." Steel bands of muscle flexed along his massive arms. "I've shit bigger things of three."
For a split second that seemed much longer than it really was, I pictured all of the things Emmett must have pooped in his lifetime. Do vampires poop? If Fredward swallowed a pickle, would it come out the other end... still a pickle? Could I eat it?

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