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I felt a searing, fiery pain in my hand. It seemed to run through every vein in my body, consuming me like some hideous beast. There was nothing else. I knew I was about to die, but could do noting about it. I was too weak from blood loss to even open my eyes. So I sat there waiting for him to kill me.I thought of everyone my death would affect. Charlie, Renee, Jessica, Mike, Lauren, Jacob, Alice, and………
Edward. Would he be able to recover? Out of everything, all I wanted was for him to forgive me and move on. He had to.
Suddenly, a growl erupted somewhere to my left. Every note rang with fury. I couldn't have dreamed of a more beautiful sound but in the back of my mind I knew it was too late. I couldn't be helped. This was the end, he was too late.
A yell like a wounded animal echoed off the walls around me. The sound confused me further. What was going on? Who was hurt?
Somehow, through a haze of pain, I managed to find my body and open my eyes.
Edward and Carlisle were the closest to me. Edward was watching me with a tortured expression. When he saw me open my eyes, he attempted a weak smile to cover the pain, but soon gave up. His pain cut him too far for cover-up to work. He hung his head and whimpered.
I mumbled his name trying to comfort him and he looked up at me. Shakily, I raised my right hand to touch his face. I winced slightly as a bolt of pain shot through my hand, but it was nothing. The bolt had not caused me to wince. It was the fiery agony. It had worsened and it took me a moment to realize the hand I was raising was where the fire had started.
As I raised my hand his eyes snapped to it immediately. He froze, and a horrified expression crossed his face, I had never seen anything like it. In a flash of white he caught my hand and held it closer, for inspection. His hands were exceedingly gentle and seemed to cool the fire a bit.
The horrified look grew in intensity as he wheeled to face Carlisle. I couldn't erase the look out of my mind. When I blinked it was there, burned onto the inside of my retinas. It tortured me even more when the look worsened with every passing second.
Until then, I hadn't looked noticed were Carlisle's focus lay. He should have been bending over me, poking and prodding me to see how many bones I had broken, and commenting how much blood I had lost. Now, I noticed he was staring towards the far end of the room, away from me, a marble statue of a god.
Edward seemed to be too frantic to care about Carlisle's behavior. He also seemed more aware of our surroundings. As much as I wanted to know who had howled a few minutes ago, I was more concerned about what was making Edward so frantic.
Suddenly the pain increased greatly and a low hiss escaped through my teeth. However, it wasn't loud enough to block what Edward was saying to Carlisle.
"Carlisle, he bit her!" he whispered, almost too fast for me to hear. I couldn't make sense of the words for a second and then they hit me. I gasped. Edward, thinking it was pain looked at me with a sort of frantic concern. What came next made Edwards earlier panic look like nothing.
It's too late."