AN: I recently was going to make this as a Challenge, but decided that I wanted to do this for myself. I hope you enjoy this. I got the idea and I wanted you to read it, if you don't, then well I can't stop you. Enjoy all the others, good luck if you're writing something, and I'm really sorry if you're disappointed in this. Oh and tell me if it sounds fake, because I hate it when it sounds fake, and I really would rather not hate my own writing.
A growl erupted from Edward's chest. His eyes, darker that when I had first met him, zeroed on my throat.
I just stood there, staring at my love, wondering what I had done. All I did was tell him that I wanted to visit Jacob, then I went to grab my keys, I cut my finger on them. Edward pounced on me, sending me onto the glass table, shattering it with my weight.
I didn't scream. I don't think it would have helped. I just looked into his eyes, staring at them with a blank expression, but I knew my eyes were mixed with pleading and shock; the pleading for him to stop, shock that he didn't even hesitate. The only reason that I'm alive is because Emmett decided to burst in and drag him off me. I didn't fail to notice that one, I was bleeding, two, he was holding his breath, and three, I didn't fail to hear Edward scream, "Oh, come on, just one bite, she won't feel a thing, I promise!" I also didn't fail to notice that they left me bleeding on the floor.
I got up off the floor, drove to the hospital, stepped out of my truck, and walked into the glass sliding doors. I took two steps, just making it to carpet, when I clasped, the blood finally getting to me making my stomach turn.
I faintly remember someone scream, I felt hands grabbing me, someone shout to get a doctor. I remember someone shout, "Bella? Bella? Stay with me please!" Then shuffling, I remember someone with really warm arms carry me into a bed and lay me on my stomach.
"Go to sleep now, sweetie. It's gonna be okay, I got you."
With that I fell into a grateful oblivion…
