A Bella/Carlisle story that follows (or not) the narrative line of the four books.

Some extracts from the Twilight Saga (descriptions/dialogs/actions) will be used after being adapted to fit this story's plot.

I have no Beta reader and I'm not a native English speaker so if you happen to find any mistakes (which I'm sure you will) either ignore them or point the out to me so I can make the necessary corrections.

If you consider Bella not dating Edward a sacrilege then maybe you shouldn't read this story.

PREFACE

Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed, something hit me, hard, but not from the direction I was expecting and for a second there I actually wondered if there was another car involved, a car that did hit its intended target, but as my head cracked against the icy blacktop, and I felt something unwinding, hard and cold pinning me to the ground I gave up thinking completely. If this was the end – and I suspected it was – what use could thinking of it really have?

So I did the only thing I could… I concentrated on seeing and feeling without rationalizing it. I could see I was lying on the pavement behind the tan car I'd parked next to, the van still coming, curling gratingly around the end of the truck and, spinning and sliding, ready and willing to collide with me again – to finish its task - and that someone was with me. Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the van's body.

Then his hands moved so fast they blurred. One was suddenly gripping under the body of the van, and something was dragging me, swinging my legs around like a rag doll, till they hit the tire of the tan car. A groaning metallic thud, which I seemed to feel all the way to the pit of my stomach and beyond, hurt my ears, and then the van settled exactly where, a second ago, my legs had been, glass popping and raining, onto the asphalt, me and my yet unidentified savior.

It was absolutely silent for one long second before the screaming began. In the abrupt bedlam, I could hear more than one person shouting my name. But more clearly than all the yelling, I could hear Edward Cullen's low, frantic voice in my ear.

"Bella? Bella?"

"I'm fine." My voice sounded strange – groggy and labored in a way a near death experience, even one of this magnitude, shouldn't have made it sound.

I tried to sit up.

I couldn't.

For an instant I thought that he, my knight in fucking shining armor and the one and only Eros as well as bastard of Forks High, was holding me down, against the side of his body in his inhumanly strong grasp; a grasp that almost hurt too much to think about. I wanted to scowl and yell for him to let go, because he was hurting me, but then I suddenly felt it… his hands moving frantically over me. He wasn't pinning me to the ground and the car behind us. His hands weren't keeping me down, something else was though... something that hurt in a way I never thought anything could hurt…

And when I looked down, at the place where fire and ice seemed to mingle to form pain the likes of which I never before even entertained the thought of, I could see why… Why I was still pinned to the cold, hard asphalt and the car behind me… Why Edward Cullen couldn't lift me up, though he was doing a hell of a job trying… Why suddenly I couldn't breathe right and everything seemed to darken… Why it all hurt so much I actually lamented that the car – cars, whatever – didn't finish the job…

There, in a mass of blood, bones and tissues, a sharp-looking, blood-glistening piece of metal stuck out right in the middle of my stomach.

TBC...

There's no update timeline, but I'll try to post at least one chapter each month!