All The Weak

by danidarling

What if Edward had decided independently that he would not allow the child growing inside Bella to live? How would she react after the fact? AU of Breaking Dawn. Rated T just in case. Complete.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight-related.

Sometimes the world stops meeting you//and sometimes your life starts deceiving you//When you see that no one is around// Then there's a new direction that we have found

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"Of course," he said, his eyes suddenly soft. "Don't worry about anything. We'll get to Carlisle in just a few hours, really. This will be all over soon."-Breaking Dawn, page 138

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The fire consumed me, racing through my veins, burning everything in its path. Ah, god, the pain. It was worse than any physical or emotional pain I had ever experienced.

My fingers twitched, aching to clutching something, anything. I just needed to divert my attention, to not focus on the fire, the fire that was-

Oh! I held back the scream that threatened to bubble to the surface, as the fire withdrew from my limbs, leaving them whole, and cooled. But the fire had become merciless in its evacuation from my extremities to my chest. It encircled my chest, tight as an iron band, constricting.

My heart began to pound, the heat was unbearable; any second I would simply fall to a smoldering ash pile.

The sound of shuffling footsteps reached my hyper sensitive ears, and a warm hand brushed my forehead, before dropping to my chest over my heart. Agitated, my hand flew up of its own accord, batting it away. Even the light pressure was equivalent to a truck resting on my chest, and the warmth only made me squirm. I wanted coolness, something icy to comfort me, and relieve the burn. Where was Edward?

I whimpered, the only sound that had escaped my lips during these endless days, as the fire took off into overdrive, drawing in, becoming hotter as it concentrated around my heart, which was pounding faster than any heart ever should.

The fire swept in, consuming my heart, and I screamed, the sound foreign and painful to my ears. I felt my back arch, and then it slammed back onto the bed, the screeching of metal breaking filling my ears. My eyes flew open, taking in my surroundings.

More footsteps. I registered the smell; like grass warmed by the sun, honeysuckle, and that pure sweetness I had always associated with Edward; it was a trigger. The events before the burning came back, and my hands dropped to my stomach, protectively. It was flatter, more toned than it ever had been in my life.

A snarl ripped the air; was that me? I leapt into a crouching position, and Edward froze, his hands held out.

"Where is my baby?" I hissed, livid, as I tracked the rest of the family from my peripherals. Rosalie and Esme looked as upset as I felt, Jasper looked pained, and Emmett's face was wary, watching me for signs of attack. Alice stood slightly behind the group, her fingers on her temple. The pained expression that had been on her face since we came back, seven days ago, had disappeared. Now that the danger was out of the way, my future must have cleared up.

"Bella, my love…" I growled, ready to strike out as Edward took another step forward, his expression agonized. "Please, love, come here? Talk to me?" His hands made a beckoning gesture, and I took another step back, off the wreckage of the bed.

"Don't touch me!" I screamed, rage, anger and loss filling me. He had taken my baby, ripped it from me. My little EJ was gone.

I sank to the plush carpet of Carlisle's study, the anger dissolving into sadness, as I forced myself to recall the foggy human memories leading up to this point.

***

"Bella, you can't keep that thing." Edward hissed, his teeth clenched, frustration evident in his tone.

"It's not a thing! It's our child!" I yelled in return, my hands coming up to rest on my gradually rounding belly. "It's our child, and you just can't kill it!"

"It's a monster! It's killing YOU!" Edward yelled, throwing his hands in the air, as his eyes darkened to a dangerous ocher tone. Anger and adrenaline surged through my veins, and I pushed myself into a sitting position.

"I don't care! You are not killing our baby! We made this, me and you! I am not going to allow you to rip it out like it's worthless." I cried, tears pooling in my eyes. Why couldn't he understand? Our son was harmless, he wasn't doing any damage.

"We don't even know what kind of baby it is!" Edward retorted, dropping onto the couch next to me. I scooted away, not wanting to be in contact with him. "It's draining your life Bella, and we don't know how to stop it. You can't have this child, it is unheard of."

"That's a lie Edward, and you know it. You told me that Kaure spoke of the legends of her people; that they mentioned this." I placed my hands over my stomach smugly, satisfied that I had caught him in a lie.

"We don't know what happened to those women, Bella." Edward gritted out, his teeth clenched.

"Sure you do, she told you that too. 'Morte." I replied quickly, quoting her. "I'll die, sure enough. But none of those women have what we do, now do they? They didn't have a doctor with an extensive knowledge of vampires to help, did they? They didn't have a team of vampires who could change the woman safely once the child was out."

Edward stared at me for a long time; I was becoming uncomfortable under his searching stare. "We don't even know if you'll live long enough to give birth, do we? " Edward pointed out. I frowned, as he shot a hole through my logic once again. "You're dying a little bit every second. It's draining you."

"I am having this child, Edward, and you're not stopping me. You can't convince me otherwise. Besides, you have no support. Carlisle won't go against my wishes, and even if he would, Rosalie wouldn't let you get close enough." I answered, hoping this would be the end to the quarrel.

Edward buried his head in his hands, frustrated. My heart gave an excited leap, and my little Edward Jacob nudged me in response. I had won!

"I don't need Carlisle's assistance." Edward muttered his voice low and stressed. "I have a medical degree, and I have the means to get the child out." Edward looked up from his hands, his lips curving to reveal his perfect, glistening teeth.

"What about Rosalie? She won't let you." I whispered, feeling nervous.

"She won't be able to stop me. Alice and Jasper have agreed to help. Carlisle and Esme are hunting and Emmett is with them. They won't be back until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest." Edward replied calmly. I drew in my breath, he had this completely planned. "And Rosalie isn't in the best position to help. Carlisle can put her back together tomorrow, but by then it will be too late to help." Edward stood, and nodded toward the open doorway.

"Go for it, Jazz." Edward said, and before I could react, waves of lethargy washed over me, leaving me more drained than I already was.

"Ed….ward. Don't." I mumbled, my tongue feeling heavy and foreign in my mouth. He leaned down, his face swimming in my vision. "Our baby…" I blinked, struggling to keep my eyes open.

"Don't worry, my love. This will be over before you know it, and you'll have your wish. We'll be equals." I felt Edward's icy cold lips brush my forehead, before the sting of a needle cut through the tiredness was experiencing, and everything began to fade to black.

***

"I can't believe you actually went through with it!" I growled, the angry sound frightening me. Was I even capable of creating it? "You did this without my consent?"

Edward's expression was still pleading. "Love, please, understand where I was coming from-"I cut him off.

"Oh, I understand exactly where you were coming from, love." I hissed my words venomous. "You're too selfish to even consider losing me, and probably too selfish to not have me entirely to yourself. So, you figured 'Oh, what the hell. Let's kill two birds with one stone, yeah? Kill that monster, and ensure I get to keep Bella all to myself, for eternity." I laughed bitterly, the sound reminiscent of bells.

Alice cleared her throat, and I cut my glare to her.

"What?" I snapped.

"Bella, Edward was just trying to help you. We know nothing of what the child was, we didn't know what it could do." Alice said, stepping forward. Jasper shifted as well, starting to fall into a defensive position, before Alice waved him away. He stood warily, eyeing me, as a wave of calm crashed against me.

"Stop it, Jasper." I said, turning my gaze to him. "I'm in no mood for you to manipulate my emotions, again." The calm feeling receded slowly, leaving the anger in its place.

Rosalie approached me, her arms open, and I went into them willingly, the burn of venom collecting in my eyes.

"Bella, I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." She murmured, and I shook my head.

"It's not your fault." I turned my eyes back to Edward, whose eyes had narrowed. Rosalie shook her head, her perfect features contorting into a haughty expression. "It's in no way your fault."

"Leave, Edward. She obviously doesn't want to talk to you. And I don't blame her. Asshole." Rosalie hissed.

"Don't talk to me like that!" Edward replied angrily, and I clenched my hands into fists, stepping from Rosalie's comforting hug.

"She's right, Edward. You are an asshole, and I don't want to see you, much less ever talk to you again. Get out. All of you." I directed my last words to the family still by the door, and they obliged, until only Edward and Esme lingered. I waved Esme forward, and she came, her intentions of comforting me clear, both in her movements and her facial expression.

"Bye, Edward." I whispered, as I sank to the destroyed bed, dry sobs overtaking me, as I wrapped my arms around my middle, clutching it. Rosalie and Esme sat with me, patting my back, stroking my hair.

Edward was silent for a long time; I could feel his gaze burning into me. Finally, he turned to leave, stopping at the door.

"It was a girl, Bella." His sigh was melancholy as he closed the door on my renewed sobs.

My Renesmee.

***

I trudged up the stairs, feeling mentally weary. I just wished I could lie down, and sleep. Just put the events of today out of my head, and have a dreamless night's rest. Never again would I have that opportunity.

I could ask Jasper to throw a lethargic mood at me, allowing me to settle into daydreams, at least, I supposed. It was possible, I knew this much. Alice had relied on Jasper for this in the days following our return, as an escape from the lack of visions.

I lingered on the third floor landing, contemplating it, before brushing off the idea. Jasper was part of the reason I couldn't sleep anymore. The last time he has put me in a lethargic mood, I ended up without my child, and a vampire. Balling my hands into fists, I strode toward Edward's room on auto pilot, knowing he was outside with Carlisle. I could hear their low murmurs, but I didn't make any effort toward discerning words. I opened the door, slamming it shut behind me. I crossed over to Edward's dresser, where a suitcase filled with my clothes laid. Pawing through the fabric, I selected a tank top, and pajama bottoms, along with fresh underwear. Even if I couldn't sleep, I could at least be comfortable.

I headed for the en suite bathroom, to take a shower. Rosalie, along with Emmett had taken me on my first hunting trip, and experience I always thought I would have with Edward. He had disappeared following our confrontation, but was back when I came back from the forest with Rose and Emmett, my thirst sated for the moment.

I knew his eyes had taken in my unkempt appearance, the torn shirt, the streaks of blood and dirt on my face, the knotted hair, and the crimson irises.

"What?" I had hissed in resentment, and his gaze dropped. I stomped past him, with a curt nod toward Carlisle.

Stripping off my soiled clothes, I turned on the shower, and stepped in, not waiting for the water to warm; it wouldn't make any difference. I showered quickly, scrubbing the grime from my skin, washing my hair with the familiar strawberry shampoo.

Shutting off the water, I stepped out of the stall, reaching for the towel on the counter. I quickly dried and dressed, before tugging a comb through my damp hair, twisting it into a bun and securing it with an elastic tie.

Scooping up my clothes, I tossed them into the trash; they were beyond repair. Satisfied that I no longer smelled like dirt, or the deer I had murdered, I opened the bathroom door, only to stop dead in my tracks.

Edward was lounging on the magnificent king-sized bed, clad in only a pair of silk pajama bottoms. His skin, a thousand times more perfect than it had been when I was still human, glinted in the moonlight.

And yet, it did nothing to lessen the anger. There was no surge of lust, no surge of love. Just the continuous rage. Refusing to look his way, I make my way to the bed, grabbing the unoccupied pillow. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the edge of the plush gold comforter, and tugged. It slid out effortlessly from beneath Edward, leaving his expression puzzled. Ignoring him, I tossed the pillow and blanket onto the couch, and sat down, wondering how to occupy myself. Maybe I would break down, and ask Jasper to make me feel worn out, after all. Before I could stand, I found myself on my back, Edward's form moving above me.

"Oh, Bella." He groaned, his warm flesh pressing into mine, as he attacked my face with kisses. I struggled, whipping my head right and left in an attempt to avoid his probing mouth. His hands slid up my arms, resting at my shoulders. Stealthily, he began to slide a strap of my tank top down. I brought my hands up, and pushed. He flew into the ceiling, before landing on the floor with an almighty crash.

"What the hell, Edward?" I screamed, scrambling into a sitting position, as he sat up, dazed.

"Bella?" He asked, holding his hand out toward me.

"Don't touch me! Don't you lay a single, filthy finger on me!" I screamed, and he dropped his hand.

"I just thought…" He trailed off, his tone upset, and rage rose, once again.

"You thought what? That you could seduce me, have sex with me, and we'd go back to the way we were, before you killed our baby?" I hissed, disgusted. "You sincerely thought I would just forget everything that happened?" I stood, grabbing my pillow and the comforter.

"I hate you, Edward Cullen. I hate you with every fiber of my being, and I will never forgive you." I told him, ignoring his pleading gaze.

I turned, and without a glance back, marched downstairs, looking for Jasper. Yes, I was definitely in need of an escape from reality.

***

"Did you know that in Colorado, being married on a dare is grounds for annulment?" I threw out, casually, glancing at Edward, although my question was addressed to Rosalie.

"But this isn't Colorado." Rosalie pointed out, and Emmett looked up from the football game on the television.

"I bet Bella wishes it was." He said, arching an eyebrow, and I smirked in response.

"I sure do. I'm sure unwanted home abortions are a ground for annulment anywhere, though." I continued, making the comment to Edward this time.

Edward leapt up, and stared down at me, his expression agonized. I stared right back, working to keep my face blank. Frowning, he made for the stairs, before stopping one foot on the bottom step.

"The dog is outside to see you." Edward whispered in my direction, his eyes burning into me, before ascending the flight of stairs in record time.

I stood, and headed toward the door, feeling cautious. I hadn't seen Jacob since we had returned, and he, along with Seth and Leah had split from Sam's pack, to protect me, and…Renesmee. Rosalie and Emmett stood to follow, but I waved they back. I could handle this on my own.

I opened the door, wary of what his reaction would be. He wrinkled his nose, as my scent washed over him, and I did the same. Ugh, now I understood what my family was talking about.

"Whew, Bells. I can feel a cavity forming just from your scent." Jake grinned, and I grinned back, feeling myself falling into our normal patterns.

"You're not smelling so hot yourself, Jake. Did you accidentally phase, and then fall into the ocean? You smell like wet dog." I replied playfully, pinching my nose, and Jacob held out his arms, his familiar grin lighting up his face. Squealing, I threw myself into his embrace, knocking us both off the porch in my excitement. Lying in the grass with Jake, we both grinned, and I felt a little better.

I guess some things never change.

Dani's A/N: This is my idea of what would have happened, if Edward succeeded in getting rid of Renesmee like he had intended. I'm sorry if the characters are OOC, especially Bella, but I'm thinking the characters would undergo a drastic change following events such as the one I wrote about. Before anyone gets upset, I am personally not against abortion; even if murdering an innocent child is wrong, I think everyone should have the right to choose. And I understand many people will probably find this offensive that Edward did this to Bella without her consent, but please keep the flames to yourself. If you don't like it, then send me a PM telling me your issues about it, instead of publically blasting me about this.
Next chapter is in Jake's POV, from my awesome partner in crime, J. Hopefully that will be up soon. I'm sorry for you guys who are still waiting for chapter one from Una Canzone, but J got his laptop confiscated for pretty much no reason, and wasn't able to work on it, so we had to do the outline and start the chapter on mine, and he's still waiting to get his back to continue. So expect a bit of delay for both this, and the other fan fic.
The lyrics are from "All The Weak" by A Cursive Memory, and it is an awesome song, and they're an awesome band. You should totally listen =)
In any case, read and review, yeah? Cause reviews are awesome, and they make the world go "Squee!" =D.