BELLA POV
I took a stuttering breath and looked through the barred window with my hands folded across my chest, like I was holding myself together.
I looked at Edward and my heart swelled sadly, his knees bent where he sat against the wall opposite from me, his arms resting over them, his head hung down so I could not see his face.
"Edward." I whispered quietly, he did not move, he wasn't even breathing.
I suppressed a sob and turned to see Carlisle stood behind me.
He touched my shoulder encouragingly and looked at his 'son' sadly.
"Is it really necessary to keep him locked p like this?" I asked anxiously.
Carlisle sighed and glanced at me.
"If he won't feed he's a danger to everyone outside of this house, including himself." He breathed.
"What will happen, if he doesn't eat?" I asked.
Carlisle stiffened and looked away, not meeting my gaze.
I looked at him through teary eyes, but those tears would never fall.
"Carlisle?" I asked breathlessly.
"He won't make it Bella, feeding is an essential part of who we are." He said and my head whipped back around to look at me husband.
I couldn't lose him. Not now, not after everything... I swallowed back a choking sob and Carlisle left.
I remembered what had made him like this, the self suffering, a month earlier, coming home from hunting to find him sat in or cottage, his head in his hands, his yes blood red.
He had killed a human.
It wasn't his fault, the girl was suicidal, she jumped off a bridge near where Edward was parked in the dead of night,
He couldn't resist.
I whimpered and touched the bars.
"Edward, darling please." I whispered, my tone a sob.
He looked up to meet my gaze, eyes black with thirst, his body weak and lifeless, grey lines down the insides on his arms and neck, dry venom veins, thirsting for a feed.
He must have been in agony.
"Edward." I whispered, my tone bleeding sadness.
How ironic.
He looked back at the floor, his body almost stone again.
"Edward for me." I breathed, I needed him to be okay, and to see him throwing his life away like it meant nothing, that nothing in it did.
Not even me.
"I can't do this anymore Bella, to se you stood there, only having been a vampire for a year, being able t o to school and everything... when me... after a century can't even do it." He growled and hurled a rock at the wall.
It got stuck in the plaster and he gripped the sides of his head feverishly, his eyes clamped shut.
"Edward... I... I..."I said but words failed me, I now felt responsible for him being this way.
Stuck in the cellar, now having been reformed into a kind of prison.
"Of course you're not responsible." He hissed.
I frowned slightly, how did he know I had just thought that, my shield was pulled all the way down.
"Jaspers emotion reading." He whispered and sat back up against the wall to look at me, his eyes loving despite the pain that lurked there.
"Please Edward." I begged, my tone almost a cry.
"Bella I can't... how many more..." He began but bent forwards gasping, the lines on his neck visibly throbbing.
I shook my head, tears streaming, how could he leave me?
I ran out with a hand over my throat.
EMMET POV
I passed a crying Bella in the hall down to Edwards 'cell.'
He didn't even seem to be aware of the damage he was doing to her as well as himself.
He was such a martyr.
"Thanks Emmet." He muttered form around the corner.
Damn, I had forgot he could hear me.
I sighed and threw a bottle of blood through the bars, it glanced off his shoulder but he didn't even flinch, or move, or react at all for that matter.
"Bro you have to drink." I said.
In all seriousness I was worried about him, the freak.
"No thanks." He murmured and continued to look straight at the floor.
"We all mess up mate, we don't do this..." I began but he cut me off, his tone razor sharp.
"Its different Emmet." He hissed.
How?
"They're all the same Edward, type O type A whatever, we all need to drink their blood..."
But again eh cut me off.
He was in front f me, behind the bards in a flash, his hand through them, holding the front of my shirt.
His breathing was rough and unsteady, his eyes coal back.
"Emmet it is different because she could have been anyone, anyone to anyone, anyone's Bel..." He said but stopped himself.
"Someone's Bella." I whispered and immediately understood.
He was mad because he knew what that girl had been thinking, probably wishing for someone she loved, like Bella loved him, like he loved her.
"Who?" I asked breathlessly.
"A man who left her." He gasped.
Ah.
Bella had forgive Edward for leaving her when she was human, fifty years ago.
But he had not yet forgiven himself, and we all doubted he would.
Alice could not see it happening at least.
He laughed once without humour and pulled his hand back, releasing me.
He looked down at his plans almost in disgust, turning to smack it against the wall, cracks running up the paintwork.
"Look at me." He hissed.
"I know you're a mess." I laughed but he did not join in, he just stood there, body rigid and muscles tensed.
"You need to drink that Edward, for Bella if for anyone else." I whispered and left, knowing I could do no more.