I ran. It was all one could do in my situation. It seems that I run a lot these days, the powerful being that I am, when you get down to it, my running is a cowardly act.
I could smell the blood of my old lover, this was so wrong, I never really thought about it, but sneaking into her bedroom and watching her sleep? Kinda creepy. The house was coming nearer. Bella was all I could think about. When I arrived, there she was. I had to be careful, she was still awake. She was sobbing uncontrollably, I couldn't help but feel guilty, she was still crying over me, a small monster inside me was very happy that she still loved me, but then I herd it.
She broke out in a powerful hacking cough, the sound told me that this small amount of air was ripping through her systems, and tearing at her lungs. She started to cough up blood, the floor around her was red, I held myself back. I did not want her to die from me or this sickness. Just as the flow of red from her mouth stopped, she fainted. I stood there, completely shocked to what had just happened. I crept into the room. She was limp in my arms as I carefully placed her in the bed. She started to moan in her sleep, it was not my name however, I hated it. She was saying things in some language that i had never heard before, this was strange, how could an eighteen year old human know something I did not? She spoke a couple more verses of the mystery language, and woke up to find me next to her like we used to be.
"H-Hello." she was able to say before falling back to sleep. I could leave now, she was okay, well going to be okay, I did not need her to get any colder. But I would not let myself budge. I needed to be with her for just a little while longer. I think hours might have passed and I would not notice. But the rest of the world did. I could hear Charlie waking up and crossing the hall to Bella's room. I quickly ran to the side of the window and pushed my way through. Maybe I will return tomorrow, just to see if she was alright, I tried to lie to myself, I gave myself more reasons to come back until I felt I would rather die then stay away. With these thoughts in my head, Away I ran, the cowardly act.