Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or New Moon. They are the property of Stephenie Meyer, who is absolutely stunning.

AN: Hello. Well, this is going to be my one shot collection. Hopefully, not all of them will be on the sad side. I'm not the best fluff person, but I'll give it a shot. And I apologize if it absolutely sucks. By the way, I love reviews. Even if they're not so nice. I would like at least one nice one, where someone is interested, because I'll feel dumb updating if I think no one is reading it and or hates it. Just so you know.

Now, Onward!

Wait For Me

The boy clutched her hand tightly, gripping it as hard as he could with out causing damage to the part that belonged to his beautiful love. Her breathing was shallow, her heart rate painfully weak. As each beep of the machine grew longer, he began to panic more, and grip the hand a little firmer.

"Please," the beautiful boy whispered, pain lacing the word, "please hold on."

As the time wore on, he continued staring at the brown haired maiden before him. Slowly, memories from a few nights back crept into his mind.

"Bella?"

"Hmm?" she mumbled half asleep. He grinned lightly, though she didn't notice for her eyes were still closed.

"I love you." She grinned.

"I love you too." He kissed her forehead lightly.

"I must go now, they'll be waiting." She sighed.

"Alright"

"I'll be back in two days"

"I'll wait for you," she responded, her eyes slowly opening to gaze at him before he left. He smiled, kissed the tip of her nose, and then departed through the window, to go meet his awaiting family to go hunting up in the Goat Rocks.

It had been so happy, so peaceful then. Two days. Only two days. He thought she would be fine. How much could possibly happen to her in forty-eight hours, on a weekend! Well, he knew the answer to that question now.

Brushing himself off, he stood from the spot where he had been burying his kills' carcasses. He turned and jogged towards the clearing where his family had agreed to meet. He sat down on a fallen tree trunk, and began to fiddle with a blade of grass as he waited for the rest of his family to return. He was satisfied, though he still felt sick from the killing of lives, with his hunt. He had managed to get two full grown bears, and one juvenile one. He wouldn't need to hunt for a while. Smiling at the thought, he thought about the extra time he would get to spend with his beloved. Suddenly, a blood curdling scream sliced through the quiet sending some animals scurrying from where they had been resting. Recognizing the scream, he darted through the trees until he came upon the trembling figure of his small sister, and the crouching form of his blond haired brother attempting to sooth her. Slowly the bronze haired vampire knelt before her.

"What is it?" He asked her gently.

"Bella," she gasped. He leapt to his feet, and bounded away, back towards town.

Digging his heels into the soil for propulsion, he sprinted faster than he ever had to her house. Arriving in front of it, he saw her truck was not in the driveway or anywhere on the street. Carefully sniffing the air, he caught a faint trace of the exhaust from it lingering in the air. He took off after the scent, which steadily got stronger as he drew nearer to where ever the truck was. As he rounded a corner, he was suddenly hit hard with the scent of spilled diesel, smoke, and the strongest of all, the delectable scent of blood. Though, instead of it stirring the beast within him it brought a sick sensation to his gut.

The hood of the red rusting beast was ablaze, the flames dancing on it merrily. Within the confines of the vehicle, he could see the hunched silhouette of his dearest Bella. Rushing forward with out hesitation, he ripped the door away from the frame, a door which no human would have been able to open due to the crushed roof of the car, implying it had rolled. What had caused all this he didn't know, nor did he care. Gently, he removed the seat belt from around her, and examined the mid drift area for just below the ribs, the gear shift had impaled her. He didn't know if he could remove her from it himself, and was frantically trying to figure out what to do when a Mercedes pulled up behind him, and Carlisle emerged from it.

"Hurry!" the distraught boy cried "It's in her; I can't get her out on my own!" Carefully the good doctor held the stick in one place and removed the unconscious girl from it, then carefully pulled her from the truck, and placed her into the back seat of his car, resting her head on his son's lap, who had just climbed in from the other side.

As they sped towards the hospital, the Chevy behind them exploded into a large inferno, the flame having finally reached the gas tank.

She had had many gashes all over her body, and the gear shift had punctured through some of her internal organs as well. So much blood was lost. Too much blood.

They were currently waiting for a blood transfusion, but the hospital she was at hadn't had O negative. The bronze haired boy prayed to some unknown being that the blood would arrive soon, for his love was fading fast.

The beeps were even farther apart now. Slowing steadily. The pixie like girl had suggested now was the time to change her, but there was too little blood. All it would succeed in doing was making her last moments excruciatingly painful, making her pray for death.

Suddenly, there was a long solid beep. His head snapped up, is face contorted with pain to look at his beloved, whose face was paler than normal, and whose features were slackened.

"No!" He screamed. "Bella! BELLA! NO! You can't let go! You can't go!" He began to dry heave as the doctors rushed in and began using the paddles, during which he refused to release her hand. "Bella, Bella, hold on for me Bella," he whispered through his sobs.

"CLEAR!" one of the doctors yelled, desperately trying to get a response from the girl on the bed. Come on, beat damn it!! Edwards could hear him thinking desperately. After one more attempt, there was still no response. The doctors began to slowly back away, looking pained, and saddened as her love screamed in despair. As they left, he idly heard them discussing who would tell the parents, and how tragic it was. Only one comment caught his attention. "…And her transfusion had just come in too…"

"No!" he cried to his lost love "Why hadn't you just held on! You only had to wait a little longer!" He buried his face into the side of the bed, next to her arm, which was slowly losing its warmth. "You promised!" he sobbed "You promised you'd wait for me!"