If vampires could cry, Edward Cullen wasn't sure whether he'd be shedding tears of despair or happiness.
The confliction of emotions presented itself as he held his daughter, Renesmee, in his arms. The experience filled him with an indescribable sort of joy (and fatherly pride- who wouldn't be proud of a kid that good-looking?). Renesmee had her mother's eyes, Edward noted.
Which lead him to the second half of his internal battle.
Bella, his soul mate, the love of his life, his wife, who lay bleeding, broken and struggling for life on a hospital bed. Edward couldn't help but blame himself. How could he not blame himself? In what way was Bella's condition not his fault, he wondered. He should have turned her first, should have been firmer, should have, should have, should have…
Jacob Black gagged, breaking Edward from his internal warfare.
"What the hell is that?"
Only to add shock and confusion to the mixture…
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Mail Jeevas' eyes snapped open as he reached for clean air, still a little fuzzy and un-alert. Given the wetness (bloodiness) of the situation, Matt could only assume that the Japanese Police had shot him a few times in the legs -considering that they were surrounded blood and had little more control over them than a newborn- and had proceeded to fall into an open man hole or something.
Funny, though, that none of the bullets had caused a fatal wound.
"Jacob, I think that's EJ…"
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Squirrel: I couldn't help myself. Really, I couldn't… Matt needs some love, too :(