Hello, thank you for stopping by.
The story will be rated "M" for a reason, not only because there is going to be sexual content, but also because there are going to be mentioned some sensitive topics.
Please consider that while I do refer to some well known locations, events, artists, and real life situations, this story is the work of fiction, so please treat it as such.
Thank you to: mopstyle, my beta queen/nazi... My commas wouldn't be the same without you! They sparkle because of you!
Revrag, AllySue, Annichka and Twitchling, my undying gratidute for your support! Rehab ladies, thank you for cheering me on!
Please see my profile for more links related to the story. Thank you very much for reading.
Disclaimer: SM owns everything Twilight, I only borrow. It's my characters who steal.
Sinnerman
Prologue
EPOV
"What's wrong, baby? Are you holding on okay?" I glance at Bella when she doesn't respond to my request. I need her to move to my right and open the bag for me. We are in a hurry. Our task here is very time sensitive. In fact, the only luxury that we do not have right now is time.
I notice how Bella tries to say something, but nothing comes out of her mouth. In shock, I watch how she is starting to shake–tremors moving through her body. Bella's rosy lips turn deathly blue. Her eyes become dim and roll back into her head as she flails her hands around her torso, turns completely slack, and then silently drops to her side.
I spin, catching Bella right before she nearly hits the floor. Her weight drags me down, and I nearly lose my balance, causing her head to jerk and connect with the ground with a soft thud. I curse under my breath while frantically trying to figure out what's wrong with her. Quickly, I check Bella for any wounds, finding nothing. I then scan around the room, searching for any indication of what could have caused such a reaction from her. All I see are Alice and Jasper, frozen in their spots, looking very puzzled and scared–just as scared as I am at the moment. The silence in the room becomes almost deafening. The last shreds of my control are quickly dissipating, being replaced by a sheer panic rising in my chest. I can't allow myself to panic. I need to snap out of it, right now.
Please! Not again!
I squeeze my eyes and take a deep breath, willing the loud throbbing in my head to go away. I try to steady myself while kneeling over Bella.
"B! Baby, are you hurt? Wake up, please!" With trembling hands, I gently slap her cheeks. She doesn't respond at all. At this point I am absolutely terrified. Something is wrong with my girl, and it's entirely my fault! I am the reason she is here with me right now, and if we don't get out of here in the next minute and sixteen seconds, her life is over–our lives are over.
A/N: Thank you for reading. A few words from you make a huge difference.