Alrighty then, this is a rewrite, the second one of the same story I posted a long time ago. It's going to be a mix o the last re-write and the original so hopefully I can grasp what I had wanted to that first time around again.

BELLA

"Edward, Edward, where are you? Please come back!" Bella sobbed as she tried to follow the direction in which she thought he had disappeared.

It had grown dark, the forest alive with the sound of it's nocturnal inhabitants. Above her she could hear the sound of approaching thunder, the heavy clouds blocking even the slightest bit of moonlight through the already dense canopy of the trees. She was starting to get scared. This far in the forest she had no way of knowing the way back home, Edward had taken her too deep to an area she was not familiar with.

She told herself that he hadn't done it on purpose, that Alice must have seen her get back home safe. He cared about nothing more than her safety, as he had always reminded her while they were together. He barely trusted her to drive herself without getting into a freak accident or tripping out of her truck. Then again, he had only just told her he didn't want her. So why would he care if she found her way home, if she got lost and hurt? Yet a part of her believed she knew him better, that that wasn't the case since he made her promise to be careful, to not do anything stupid for Charlie's sake. But the louder the thunder grew, and the more flashes of lightning she saw through the leaves above, she found that she was beginning to feel uncertain about that.

The night was cold as she stumbled forward, barely noticing how quiet the woods suddenly became, owls returning to their homes, the air stilling and calm. The storm had arrived.

The thunder was a loud blast directly above her, and lighting whipped across the sky in a blazing flash somewhere in the distance, the entire forest creaking under their ferocity. The rain followed seconds after, pouring down onto the thick canopy in heavy drops that made the branches bend under the force of the downpour. It didn't take much for the earth beneath her feet to become slick and loose from the rain, and Bella soon found herself tripping forward, her knee making direct contact with a large rock. She had tried to bend them and throw out her arms to brace her fall, but it only worked to put all her weight on that one leg as it collided with the hard and sharp stone.

Bella gave a terrible gasp of shock before she fell to her side, holding her calf as she pressed her injured leg to her chest as she cried and whimpered in pain. The impact had torn open the fabric of her jeans, exposing the terrible gauge the rock had left in her knee, blood oozing out of the wound as her knee quickly began to swell. The pain was so terrible it made it hard to breath around. She was sure she must have done some serious damage to it. At worst her kneecap could be fractured.

She stayed down, curled on the moist earth as the rain soaked her before she finally swallowed her pain long enough to try and think what to do next. She could just stay where she was, hoping that someone would find her. Bella wasn't sure how long she had been gone after Edward had taken her to talk, but she knew if she was gone too long, Charlie(god bless his overprotective heart) would probably come looking for her himself or send a search party.

But she didn't want anyone to find her, what was the point of getting up, what reason did she have anymore to keep going. Edward was gone, taking everything she loved with him. Fun Alice, kind Carlisle, funny Emmett and loving Esme. Even Jasper and Rosalie, she would miss them, she was nothing without them. Each one of them was like an aspect of her being, each a representation of the personality she lacked. Without them, she was a hollow and blank faced individual. A shadow. Without Edward she had no heart or soul.

The pain in her knee soon began to feel like nothing against what she was feeling inside, a scratch in comparison to the angry hole that had been cut out of her chest. The rain felt like a thousand needles on her skin, her entire body trembled from the cold and pain. The temperature continued to drop, the wind kicked up and the rain didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. Her teeth chattered, and her entire body felt frozen solid, barely able to twitch her finger as she began to lose feeling first in her injured leg.

She wasn't sure how long she lay there in the rain, but she began to feel hungry and nauseous at the same time, the shivering stopping awhile ago. Her heart felt like it would burst from her chest with how quickly it was beating inside of her.

She almost didn't feel cold anymore. Maybe she could go after Edward again. Another crack of lightning, a creak and a thundering snap as lightning hit a tree, breaking a branch off. She barely heard it make contact with the wet earth, sinking into the mud. She could see a flicker of red and gold in her vision, a spark of fire in the distance from the tree the lightning had hit, but it didn't burn long, quickly drowned out by the rain until it was a shimmer of smoke.

Everything was numb, even her mind as she moved to a crawl, then a stand. She swore she could see Edward in the tree's just ahead. She tried to call out to him but there was something wrong with her voice, her throat felt tight, thick, she couldn't get out more than a breath to try and say his name. It was like dragging a log behind her as her leg was drawn through the mud, leaves and dirt sticking to the open wound. It stung and burned but she ignored it. She had to get to Edward.

Somewhere, she heard a howl. It was crystal clear, sending a vibration through her entire body. It seemed to pull the veil away from her eyes, and when she blinked through the rain again, she saw that what she had been following was a sapling with a head of read leave at the top. She had been hallucinating. How could she make such a mistake, how could she ever see the resemblance between two completely opposite things.

She screamed, loud and ferocious and full of pain as she crumbled to the wet earth, her knees and toes sinking into the mud as she slammed her firsts against the ground, over and over and over again. When she had enough of abusing the earth, she turned on herself, hitting her own head, pulling out her hair. She never noticed the tent of rocks just ahead of her, or the mountain lion and it's cubs inside. Not until she felt the hot, terrible pain as it pounced on her and swiped her across the skull with it's terrible claws. Blood ran down her face, blinding her as it dripped through her hair and into her eyes, hot and sticky.

Claws hooked into her arms, ripping into them as they pulled her arms from where she had tried to use them to protect her head and face, but the lion was too strong and the pain too much for her not to give into. She dropped her arms and in doing so caused the claws that had been hooked into her skin to come tearing out, taking skin and some chunks of muscle with them. She had little time to even think about what was happening, to feel the pain, as the animal slashed its claws through the air, slicing through her parka and cutting deep into the muscles of her shoulder staying there as it tore down across her chest, a claw catching at her ear and slicing dawn her jaw on the way. A swipe from the left and it had grazed her throat, blood gushing out in a terrible spray like some B rated horror movie.

Was this is it, was this how she died? She thought, somehow managing to turn over on to her stomach, doubled over. The lion tore at her like a scratching post, ripping through her back, shredding any protection her clothes could give her from it or the elements. She slumped down onto her side, too weak to try and escape, the lion never letting up, grabbing at her with it's claws to turn her back over, tearing at her arms and ribs, her thighs, pulling and biting at her body until it was sure she was dead and it's cubs were safe.

Blood had dripped into one of her ears, making her feel like she was underwater as she heard the sound of howling, and she could feel the vibrations of the earth beneath her as something very big ran their way.

She groaned and felt her head go heavy as she began to lose her vision, her senses shutting down as her body drained of blood. The howling sounded again. Perhaps the wolves were just waiting to finish off the scraps of her when the lion was done with her.

Her last thought was how devastated Charlie was going to be when he found her body, and then she saw silver fur and snapping teeth before she completely fell under and the world faded to black, the pain too much to withstand being awake for any longer.

Apparently she didn't pass out for long, somehow she had swam back to consciousness, only to be greeted by a intense and insane pain throughout her entire body and couldn't help but scream. The constant movement did not help.

"We're almost there, Bella, hold on." a voice growled at her, rough and gravely and she could feel it in the chest she was pressed against. Inhumanly warm skin pressed against hers, easing the chill from her body, her blood crusting over the russet skin. She was being held bridal style, the person holding her running with her. She couldn't see anything else, a jacket was thrown over her, shielding her body from the still coming down rain, all she could see was the dark shadowy skin of the person holding her.

A face peaked down at her, all high cheekbones, and dark eyes but no doubt masculine. They were distinctly native america, they had to be Quileute. But she couldn't seem to recognize the actual person himself.

She groaned loudly, her head lolling as she began to feel faint as the scent of blood filled her nose and she felt nauseous. Suddenly it felt like she had taken a large drink of water, but it was stuck in her throat, unable to swallow. She wheezed and sucked in air through her nose, trying to breath, her body turning on instinct mode, fighting to survive.
"Shit," he cursed, grabbing her jaw and opening her mouth to see what the problem was. "Lean your head forward Bella, you throat is filling with blood."

Gently as he could, the stranger grabbed the back of her neck and her shoulder and forced her to bend forward in his arm and she immediately began to spit out the blood that had been gathering right onto his shoulder. She spat and choked like she was vomiting and when she was done she felt all the strength leave her as she slumped against the stranger again.

"You have to stay awake, Bella, don't close your eyes!" he shouted at her, crushing her to him and putting pressure on her injured side purposefully so that it hurt her and she screamed again, thrashing from the agony and burn. The important part was that the constant pain was keeping her awake. But that didn't mean she wanted to be.

She shook her head, she didn't want to, everything hurt and she just wanted it to end.

Her breathing became more erratic, her heart slowing, her vision darkening as the pain became a numb tingle to her. She felt content, light as a feather ready to float away into peaceful oblivion. Maybe she would get to see Edward again, in her own personal heaven. How perfect that would be, she thought. She felt herself give a wheezing sigh, fluid filling her lungs this time as well and she could taste the blood in the back of her throat. It was a painful death, but not as painful as the burning Hell of James's bite.

"Don't you do this to me you stubborn girl!" his voice was thunderous, a roar that was like a jolt to her heart, a new breath filling her legs. "You can't give up, Bella, you have to live damn it!"

If he shouted some more, she didn't hear it, her hearing went muffled and her vision faded in and out.

The stranger must have jumped, jolting her and causing the jacket that had been over to fall, pelting her with the cold rain, stinging her open wounds. She gave a gurgled hissing of pain, her head rolling to the side and through the rain and hazy vision she could make out russet figures just up ahead of them. They had to be others from La Push that must have come to help, after all who else new these woods better than the true natives of the land?

"Sam!" one of them shouted.

But he didn't stop, he kept his running pace towards them and the others got the idea and followed after, matching his pace as they ran beside him back out towards the town and neighborhood. There were gasps from each one of them as they caught sight of Bella in his arms.

"What the hell did that bastard do to her?" one of them asked, their voice loud and angry, filled with horror as they looked upon Bella's mangled body just as she gave another gurgle, turning her head to cough up the blood so she didn't drown in her own fluids.

"It wasn't him. He left her and she must have tried to follow after him and a mountain lion got to her. I followed her screams but I wasn't fast enough." he told them with shame and fury.

"If he hadn't brought her into the woods-what the hell was he thinking, did he want to kill her without getting any actual blood on his hands?" another one of them wondered out loud.

Just then Bella moaned before coughing up more blood. Besides the major wound to her neck, in which Sam had cut a strip from his shorts to tie around and put pressure on to help stop her from bleeding out, he was sure her lung had to be punctured too.

"Shit! Hold on Bella, please, just hold on a little longer we'll be there soon!" he pleaded with her, but she could barely hear him. Her eyes became heavy and her breathing more erratic and uneven.

Like a light at the end of the tunnel they were suddenly out of the woods and on the road before her house, the blue and red light of the police cars flashing across her blurry vision as she tried to focus her sight, but she just couldn't.

As they got closer she could recognize Jacob and her dad running towards them, shouting her name.

"BELLA!" Charlie cried out for her, an expression of panic and fear on his face that could be as much seen as heard with each call of her name.

"Please, Lord, no, not my baby girl!" he sobbed as she got a better look of her torn and bloody body. Tears were pouring down his face as the EMT's rushed to Sam and Bella, the ambulance already running for emergency care. The were quick to take her from Sam, getting her on a gurney and into the ambulance

Charlie could barely stand much less follow after her once he saw his daughter's practically lifeless, disheveled and lacerated body exposed to the world and he wanted to vomit as he boiled with rage and grief at what had become of his little girl. He should have kept her away from that boy, he should have protected her, he was her father and he had let her get hurt.

Someone must have helped him get to her, because she was aware of him next to her, holding her hand and repeating her name as the doors of the ambulance were shut, a number of EMT's working to save her life before the florescent light inside the vehicle faded to black.

The next time she woke she did so to the beeping of a heart monitor with doctors surrounding her, yelling orders here and there at one another as they pushed her down a stark white hall, lights glaring down at her.

"Damn it, where is that blood transfusion I ordered?" one of the other doctors demanded.

"Sir, her heart rate is slowing down." A female nurse told a man in a white coat. Bella thought for a moment that it was Carlisle when she saw that he was blond, and her heart surged with hope and excitement before realizing it wasn't him. That's right, Carlisle was gone, they were all gone now.

Bella's felt herself deflate as she gave a long exhale through a tube that was down her throat, her body relaxing and her eyes losing focus as once again the world turned to black and she heard the start of a long beep.

"SHE'S FLAT LINING!" the nurse yelled and then it was black again for Bella, and their was no pain just the light, floating in cloudy peace. She saw her grandparents there, her paternal ones. The last time she saw them was when she was a baby. Her Gran, Renee's mom was there too.

She loved her Gran, she was heartbroken when they left her home to move to phoenix and depressed for a long time after she died when she was twelve. Renee and Gran never got along well, but Gran always doted on her, with her Bella actually felt like a child rather than the adult in the family like she was with Renee.

They smiled at her, and tried to tell her something she couldn't hear, she could only see their mouths move.

"What is it, what are your trying to tell me?" Bella looked over the three of them, trying to read their lips, trying to figure out what they wanted.

Her Gran reached out, and pulled Bella into her thin, frail arms.

"Live, Izzy, live." Gran whispered into her ear, she was the only person in the word who had ever called her by that abbreviation of her name.

Gran let go of her and pushed her back hard from her. Bella looked at her confused, stumbling back and when she tripped she screamed as she found herself falling down a deep hole.

"You have to live!" her Gran shouted at her as she fell, a smile on her old face "And this time, live for yourself, Izzy!"

It felt like the hole would never end when she caught the strong scent of antibiotics and the darkness of the hole blazed into bright light and the whooshing of air going past her as she fell changed to the familiar, steady beeping of a heart monitor. Her body went from feeling to heavy as lead as she fell to light as a feather as she became aware that she was lying on her side and noticed the feeling of a needle in her arm. She must have been drugged on morphine or something because she didn't feel a pinch of pain coming from her now stitched and bandaged lacerations, both from and back.

Groaning Bella flexed her right hand a bit her, trying to clear her head and regain her senses. She was trying to remember what happened to land her in the hospital this time when she heard a familiar voice speak. She wasn't alone in the room.

"It looks like she starting to wake up."

And guys, if you like this story after reading the first few chapters please review, even if it's just to say that you liked the chapter, or something short. Reviews and critiques and all that jazz really do a lot for the muse and my self esteem. I'm sorry if that sounds selfish, but reviews t matter to an author, remember that for the next story you read and not just mine.