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A/N: So here's a one shot (maybe a two). It's just something I came up with. Inspired by the song Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. This is set sometime in Eclipse and is an Evil Eddie and Jacob/Bella fanfic. If you don't like those pairings or OOCs, don't read it.

Rated M for violent scenes. No lemons in this chapter.

Chapter 1: The First One

BPOV

"We have the house to ourselves." Edward said as he wrapped his stronger than steel vampire arms around my tiny waist. We were standing inside the giant foyer of the Cullen Mansion. Everyone else had gone away for the weekend so there was no one to bother us. The story was that I went with them camping; at least that's what we were telling Charlie.

I snuggled my cheek against his stone hard chest. "Mmm…that sounds good."

He sighed and pulled back some. "Bella, there's something I want to talk to you about."

I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him. I was completely content in his chilling embrace. "Yes?"

"I don't want you to be around Jacob. He's a young, violent, werewolf. Something could happen and he could hurt you." Edward said as he pushed the hair away from my face, his cool breath fanning my face.

I pulled out of his embrace and crossed my arms over my chest. "Edward, we've had this conversation before. I am going to be around whomever I want and you can't change that." I turned to walk away, not really sure where I was going. Edward grabbed my wrist a little tighter than normal causing me pain. He pulled me back to him.

"Don't walk away from me." He didn't seem sweet and loving at that moment. He looked angry. He'd never been this demanding before.

I stood as far away from him as his strong arms allowed. He was scaring me now. "What do you have against Jacob?" I said. I was a little pissed off at his attitude and that he couldn't let the subject drop.

"He's a werewolf, Bella!" He said his voice raising an octave. "What else is there to say?"

"So what if he's a werewolf? I bet if Seth wanted to hang out with me you'd let him." I glared at him. "You're just jealous of Jacob."

Then in the next millionth of a second, I was pressed up against the wall with such force I felt the backs of my shoulders already bruising. Edward had me pinned against the wall with my arms pinned at my sides. If he applied anymore pressure my forearms would break.

"I am not jealous of a werewolf." Edward growled.

This was not like him. This was not the loving, gentle vampire I had fallen in love with. This was a different Edward. This was Monster Edward.

"Please, let me go." I mumbled. "You're hurting me."

He stared me down. I then saw that his vampire teeth were barred and his eyes weren't the beautiful gold I was used to. These eyes were dark and ominous. They sent shivers down my spine.

"Fine." He growled out. He forcefully let me go and stalked out of the room. I rubbed my wrists with my hands. Sure enough there were dark purple marks in the shape of his fingers. There were red marks where his fingernails had punctured my skin. I could smell the blood. Had he not noticed?

Edward came back into the room. He seemed a little calmer. He was carrying a white rag in his hand. I could smell peroxide.

"Here" He said blandly. "Put this on your wrists."

I did as he said. I held the rag on the small wounds. We stood there in silence. I didn't know how to approach him about what had just happened.

I opened my mouth to speak, to ask Edward why he did it, but he spoke first.

"I think you should go." He said with his hands on his hips. He was looking straight in my eyes but wasn't really seeing me, I don't think.

He picked up my jacket from the chair by the door and helped me into it. "Wear long sleeves until the bruising goes away." He told me. He wasn't even checking that I was okay. This was not him. His behavior made my throat thicken with tears.

But I wouldn't cry around him. I didn't want to be more vulnerable than I already was at that moment.

I walked out the front door. Instead of following me to my truck like he usually did, Edward stood in the door way with his arms crossed over his chest and a mean look on his face.

I got into my truck, wincing as the pain in my wrists and shoulders hit, and pulled away from the Cullen house.

As soon as I hit the highway the tears fell. I sobbed as I drove. How could he do that? He knew he was hurting me but he didn't care. He didn't show me any emotion besides anger. But it was my fault; I shouldn't have gotten angry at him for not wanting me around Jacob. He had every right to be mad at me…

Eventually the tears blurred my vision so bad I had to pull over. I pulled into the school parking lot which was empty because it was a Sunday afternoon. I wrapped my arms around my torso, wincing as the movement caused pain, and rested my forehead on the steering wheel. Sobs tore through my chest.

There was a sharp knock on the window. I jumped at the sound. I was half expecting to see Edward there ready to apologize. But it was Jacob.

He saw my puffy red eyes and jerked the door open. He put his gentle and warm hands on either side of my face. "Bella, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked frantically.

I nodded. "I-I'm fine."

He shook his head. "No you're not."

I didn't want to tell him what happened so I changed the subject. "What are you doing here?"

"I drove my dad to Charlie's and they started talking about sports so I took a walk and ended up here." He looked into my eyes and wiped the tears from them with his warm finger. I found myself leaning into his gentle touch.

"Did that Cullen guy do this to you?" He asked.

I felt my face get hot and I looked away from him. "No." I lied.

Jake saw right through me. "Yes he did. He's hurt you again." He seemed to be talking more to himself than to me. "He promised he wouldn't and he did."

Jake didn't even see the physical pain.

"I'm fine, Jake. Really." I took a breath to steady myself. "Couples have arguments. And you know I cry about everything." I forced out a chuckle.

He looked at me hard for a moment before dropping his hands from my face. "Okay. But if I have to kick his ass I will."

I nodded and forced a smile. "Thanks, Jake. But you won't have to."

He asked me if I was okay again. I lied and said I was. I kept the tears at bay and managed to get home and passed Charlie without any confrontation. That night I had nightmares about Edward. He was terrifying. His eyes were black as night and he look like a stone statue. He did nothing but bar his teeth and growl at me. He raised his strong hand, as if to hit me. I screamed.

"Bella!"

I was shaken awake. I opened my eyes to see my father sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Honey, it was just a dream. Shh…" Charlie said as he held me and I cried. I was careful to keep my wrists covered.

The next day I woke up not at all rested. I got dressed, long sleeve t-shirt and jeans, and headed to school. Maybe Edward feels bad today. I'm sure he'll apologize.

I park my truck in its usual spot. Edward is there to meet me like always. He's smiling that crooked smile I love. Everything's going to be okay.

I got out of the truck and Edward came over to me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed his nose to my hair. I felt him stiffen.

"Meet me at your house after school. We need to talk." Edward said slowly as we walked toward the school.

I smiled. I knew he'd come around. I didn't have anything to worry about. He just had a lapse in control, that's all.

"Okay." I answered him.

The day went buy quickly and before I knew it, I was being followed home by Edward. Charlie was still working so we'd have the house to ourselves to discuss this.

I went inside, followed by Edward. I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water. I sipped it waiting for Edward to start the conversation.

Instead of saying anything, Edward slammed his hand down onto one of the mismatched chairs around the table. It shattered into pieces.

I jumped and about choked on my water at the sudden movement.

"Why did you do that?" I asked him from across the room. I would've walked over to him but he still wasn't acting right.

"You went to him after I specifically told you not to!" Edward shouted. He was in front of me in a split second. His face was about an inch from mine.

"Who?" I asked. Why was he being so violent?

"You know damn well who I'm talking about!" He shouted. "Jacob!"

My voice rose, too. "I didn't go to him! He found me crying after you hurt me!" I was done with Edward's attitude. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away as hard as I could.

That was the wrong thing to do.

He picked me up under my arms and slammed my back against the cabinets. I felt the cabinet behind my head crack and splinter. The glass in my hand shattered when my arm hit the wall causing glass to go everywhere and my hand to be cut up. I could once again smell blood.

"I could smell him on you! You let him touch you! I can't believe you did that!" Edward seethed.

"Put me down!" I shouted at him.

He spun around with me in his arms and set me forcefully on my feet. He cornered me against the fridge. "Don't shout at me." He said in a colder than cold tone.

He pushed off of the fridge leaving me there shocked and with tears staining my cheeks.

"Do not be around Jacob again." He glared at me before leaving the house and slamming the front door behind him.

I slid down the front of the fridge until I was sitting on the kitchen floor. I curled my knees to my chest ignoring the pain on my back, arms, head, and hand. I hugged my legs and cried into them.

I don't know how long I was sitting on the floor but I passed out, probably from loss of blood.

I woke up in a hospital room with Carlisle standing beside my bed looking at a chart of some kind.

I did a quick physical examination of the damage done to me. I could feel throbbing in my head and a sting in my hand. I could also feel every single bruise on my back, shoulders, and arms. I was afraid of what Carlisle would think…

"Isabella." He said, not looking up at me. "Did Jacob do this to you?

That wasn't at all the question I was looking for.

"No!" I scoffed. "He would never…" That thought alone made me want to cry. Jacob was gentle to me. He could never hurt me. But then again, I thought the same thing about Edward...

"Then it was one of the other werewolves?" Carlisle asked, looking up at me this time.

I slowly shook my head. "No. Why do you think it was one of them?"

"Because Alice couldn't see any of this happening to you."

Yeah, that was because it did involve a werewolf. I thought.

I looked away from Carlisle. There was no way I could tell him Edward did this to me. He'd be so disappointed and Edward would most likely kill me.

"Bella, who did this to you?"

I didn't answer. I just played with the loose threads on the blanket that was laid over me.

He sighed. "Alright. You don't have to tell me." He took a few of my vitals and checked my bruises and bandaged up hand. He wrote a few notes on his clipboard. "Edward's in the lobby with your father. I'll send him in."

I felt my heartbeat increase rapidly. I didn't really want to see Edward or be in the same room alone with him. But I had to put on the show. I didn't want anyone to know…

"Okay." I rasped out.

Carlisle left the room. Edward came in a few seconds later. He sat down in the chair beside my bed.

He pulled out his phone and began to text. After he finished it, he showed the phone to me.

We can't speak out loud or my family would hear. Don't say anything to anyone or I will hurt you again. I think it's pretty sad – and stupid – that pain is the only way to get you to listen.

I could almost hear the menacing chuckle fall from his lips.

I took the phone from his hands and started typing a message. The angle my wrists were held in, and my bandaged hand, caused me pain and I couldn't type that fast.

I know. But you have to believe me that I didn't go to Jacob!

I handed the device back to him. He read it and then the phone was crushed to bits by his vampire hand. He shot me a look that said liar.

He stood up and pressed his lips to my forehead not at all in a gentle, loving manner. "I love you, Isabella." He squeezed my wrist.

"I love you, too." I said softly, tears threatening to escape.

How had all of this changed? In less than two days, Edward had gone from the loving, gentle, vampire boyfriend to a mean, hurtful, stranger.

Alrighty. So, like it? Hate it? Please tell me!

This may sound really evil and demented, but I like writing Evil Eddie. Also, if you maybe are confused, ask me your questions and I will answer!

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