This is something quite different… I really suck at summaries, so give it a read and R+R!

I don't own anything except the storyline- everything else is Stephenie Meyer's!

The year is 2010. It's been five years since I left her, and now i'm returning. Not because I miss her (although the pain that still ravages my entire being is still as fierce as it was in the moments after I left), but because I am no longer the biggest threat to her safety.

I'd barely even recognized the danger when Alice informed me that we were leaving. I mean, it was barely a danger to me, and thought of the peril it might put Bella in had barely crossed my mind. In fact, for three years Bella hadn't entered my thoughts at all. Not consciously. I'd tried to erase her completely. Unsuccesfully of course- I'd just caused more pain to myself, masochistic as I am, but somehow I decided it would be easier if the pain didn't have a face. I wondered if, if she weren't in mortal peril, it would feel good to think of her now; A releif almost. As it was, it only succeeded in dredging up a horror that I'd burried deep within myself because it was reserved only for her. It was back with a vengance.

"You're going to get her." Alice had said. I narrowed my eyes and turned my head away from her, the same as any other time she attempted to talk to me about my beloved.

"Who?" I asked, lifelessly. Yes, I was playing dumb. Juvenile, I know, but in truth she threw me. I was completely unprepared; her thoughts warned me that she was going to bring up Bella but I didn't know why- she was trying her best not to think about it.

"You know who Edward. How COULDN'T you know who?" she flitted around to stand in front of me. I ignored her. 'LOOK at me Edward. YOU may not care about Bella, but I certainly do. I WILL NOT stand by and watch her get torn to shreds!'

I froze. What? What could she possibly be talking about? Bella was in danger? And how DARE she imply that I didn't care about Bella. I saw in Alice's mind that my eyes had turned black. Her anger now had an air of smugness to it. Yes, she got the reaction she desired.

"What?" I asked, not quite achieving lifeless- I sounded more indifferent, rude even. Good. Bloody midget. I focused on her, with some difficulty.

"Bella. Is. In. Danger." She spoke each word calmly, as if they were separate sentences. But in her mind, she was screaming them at me, like a thousand buzz bombs screeching through her brain.

"What?!" I asked again. I hadn't realised that I'd stood up. I also noticed the chair I'd been sat on was smashed into pieces and my hands were balled into fists. Huh. The section of my brain noticing this was probably the only coherent section of my mind at that moment. I was seeing red.

"EDWARD, HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW?" She flitted over to the television, she switched it on and flicked through the channels. News. Okay. I was vaguely aware of the rest of my family now entering the room, all looking nervous, some (Jasper,) looking wary. GOD. Why was he always on the defensive? He registered the sudden and unwarrented burst of aggresion towards him. 'Chill out Edward' He thought.

I glared at him.

"Chill out? Would you like to know when I will 'chill, out'? WHEN SOMEONE TELLS ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON." The entire audience flinched as I swore. I didn't care. I was past politeness. If I was going to release some of what I was feeling, this was as good a time as any. I turned towards Alice, my face furious.

She pointed to the television. I looked.

On the screen was a horrific scene. If I had a heart, it would have undoubtedly stopped there and then. What looked like a 13 year old (it was hard to tell- they were filming from the air) was lying flat on her back, her stomach agape and her clothes torn. The majority of her insides were missing and the rest were strewn around her in the rappidly growing river of congealing blood that flowed around her. Blood was splattered across her face and her neck was visibly torn open. Bare and bloody bones lay about her, I'm guessing they were her missing limbs. Her face was frozen in a scream of pain and terror with her eyes still open and staring blankly at the camera.

Kneeling over her were a bussiness woman and a hooded teenager, both with their necks cut savagely open and blood caked across their skin and clothes. The bussiness woman had broken one of the heels on her Gucci shoes. She didn't seem too bothered. She was too distracted by the intstines she was trying to chew through. The Hoody was trying to yank them from her as he chewed the last scraps of flesh from what looked like a severed hand. He looked up to the hellecopter, the noise clearly disturbing him. His eyes were onyx- like mine. We all flinched.

"They don't know what it is. No clues at all." Whispered Alice,

"Terrorists maybe?" Suggested Emmet, lamely. Alice shook her head. I ignored him.

"Where has it…" Esme trailed off, too horrified to continue.

"All of america. The majority of Europe. Its hard to tell- people don't tend to survive long enough to let anyone know," Alice murmered.

"Oh my god…" Whispered Esme, her voice breaking. Impossible as I thought it was, she looked ill. I looked around. Everyone did.

"Bella." I whispered, my voice also breaking. I hadn't said her name since I last spoke to her.

"I know, Edward," Sighed Alice. "I know."

"You have to go and get her." Stated Esme. Carlisle dragged her into a hug. She looked like she was going to fall apart. Bella was like one of her children- she would do anything to save her, the same as any other mother.

I nodded, unable to open my mouth for fear I might scream.

"When do we leave?" Asked Carlise, speaking for the first time.

"Now." Replied Alice, pulling several plane tickets from her pocket. I stared at them silently as the rest of my family flitted around the house, trying to prepare. Bella. We were going to get Bella. A terrible though occurred to me. What if she wasn't alive?

NO. I couldn't, I WOULDN'T let myself think that way. If she was alive, I would do everything in my power to keep it that way. If she wasn't, I would end my life soon enough. I wasn't going to give up on her. Not yet.

And so the nightmare began.

So thats that! i'd like to make this pretty long, but not withought reviews! So this is the first fanfic i've published, though definately not the first i've written.... I'm desperate to know what people think.

See you later! X Rach