Bella was dead.
He wished he could have saved her, wished it would have been him instead...
Sitting alone in his bedroom Edward stared outside his window, where the rain fell mirroring his violent agony. The winds blew with such vehemence that the house shook, shaking him simultaneously down to his core.
In an unexpected bout of fury, he rose slowly and flung the bed he had bought against the wall of his room, breaking the wall behind him; thunder flashed.
Collapsing to the floor he saw her beautiful cherub face, her brunet tendrils, and light chocolate eyes, while the scene of her death played like a slow motion film in his mind.
Alice had been with him when they had been hunting a family of deer. Full of rage, hating himself for leaving Bella, he had savagely ripped out the intestine of the males stomach, blood had smeared his chin, as his eyes had turned their prenatal topaz coloring. Suddenly Alice, had frozen, not at his savage table manners, but because she had seen an image so disturbing that had sent her buckling to her knees. His heart froze. Quickly he sorted through the images in her mind and saw his beautiful Bella leaping of a cliff. At that moment, he'd felt his heart grip and teetering between insanity and despair, he had run. Run far, and long, so far that when he had reached New York, with Alice far behind he had boarded a place to Italy, where he had met with the Voulturi and begged for death. Intrigued by his will to suffer death at the irrational loss of a simple "meat" construed human, as the Voulturi had claimed, they had shackled him to adamantine bonds as they debated his fate.
At that moment, past insanity, he had believed to hallucinate Bella running in to plead the council for his life. Upon seeing her, he'd gone mad, begging to be freed, begging to touch her, to hold her, one more time. In order to subdue him, Jane had used her favored tortured method on him, and he had bent over kneeling and wheezing in inconceivable pain. Somehow he had managed to look up one more time hoping to glimpse Bella, and although he saw her, he also saw Jane stare at him and slowly, menacingly, smirk back at him. Seeing his emotion for a human, the council had left him locked in his shackles, left him to witness as they slowly drained Bella over a week. Mutilating and battering her body, despite her attempts to stop and her pleas for mercy. They had killed her right in-front of him. Killed her slowly, while he watched, and screamed in torture for her life, he had watched in utter despair knowing that her
death...was all his stupid, fucking fault.
"I'll do anything!" he roared.
Once again thunder smashed against the ground lighting the darkness in which he hid himself from the world, while basking in self despair. I was only them through the light provided by the chronic thunder that he saw the tall dark figure leaning against the window planes.
"Anything?" the figure questioned.