Twilight : If James had killed Bella
Edward crouched, rigid with shock and grief. He was bent over Bella's body, watching as blood continually poured from her wounds. Her body, which had been writhing with pain just seconds ago, now lay still. Not a breath stirred in her body, and her eyes gazed sightlessly at the ceiling of the now destroyed ballet studio.
Edward remembered the shock of arriving to see Bella holding off James. Her eyes had been frantic with fear, and he remembered her gasping, "Edward!" before James had bit her. Edward had leaped at him, but James had reacted quickly, throwing him off and pouncing on him. They had wrestled for some time, all the while Edward was aware of Bella slowly getting weaker. Then James had smiled triumphantly and whispered, "It's over," before springing nimbly away.
And that's when Edward had noticed that there was no sound. No breathing, no heart thumping with blood. Edward's head had snapped around to wear Bella was lying. She's not dead, she can't be dead, he had thought as he raced over to her.
But now, lying here beside her, he had already given up all hope. She WAS dead, and she couldn't bring her back. If only he had agreed to make her a vampire, she would still be alive!
Edward was acutely aware of faint footsteps walking towards him.
"Edward?" Alice's soft voice sounded close to his ear. "Are you okay?"
Suddenly, Edward's anger that he had been holding in came out in a gush. "No!!! How can you say that?? How can you even THINK that, seeing her body like this!!"
Edward leaped up, seeing Alice's face blank with surprise and grief. He noticed that Carlisle, Jasper, and Emmet were in the room to, staring at Edward with grief and shock.
"Edward, we know this is hard for you, it's hard for all of us," Carlisle said gently. "But-"
"There is no "but's"! She's dead, and there's nothing anyone can do!!" Edward turned and raced away. No one tried to follow him. He raced through the town, towards the mountains.
It's all my fault.