Witching Hour

Preface:

Bella

"No!" I screamed clawing at the bloodstained sleeves of his shirt. "Please Edward! Please, I'll

do anything!" My stomach shook as I cried making it harder for him to place the blade onto

my abdomen without injuring me. I didn't care, I would go through this everyday if it meant

my baby would live. I'd die and spend the rest of eternity in Hell for all I cared just as long as

it meant my E.J. would live.

"Carlisle ." Edward choked, the way he looked at me when he said it made me feel as

though he thought I should be feeling sorry for him.

"Yes?" My father-in-law replied in a low whisper.

"Could you give her another dose of morphine?" At that I started to struggle, but it was all

in vain; my husband and his father simply gave me pitiful looks in reply to my fevered shreiks

of terror. "Don't do it. Don't murder our child, Edward! I'd rather die-" The Morphine silenced my words but

before the world of burning took place inside my heart, I swore I would never, ever forget that the people I

trusted with my own life, let my baby die.