Okay, well, originally, she did die in the first chapter, but so many people asked me to continue… so… I am!! I guess she just… uh… passed out…. (lame, I know, but how else can I continue?)
So from where I left off, but from Edward's POV.
DISCLAIMER: everything belongs to the genius, Stephenie Meyers!!! Bless her for creating our savior, Edward (laugh).
(this time I'm listening to "the Reason" by Hoobastank, in case you're curious)
"no…" I whispered. I could see the blood dripping down her arm, pooling around her. So much blood. I could smell if from far away, but had still stupidly prayed I was somehow wrong. How could anyone survive so loosing so much blood.
"I can't be happy, I love you too much." She said simply, smiling in that beautiful way. I could see the pain lining her face, and see the way her brown eyes were slowly dimming.
I flew to her, the smell of her fresh blood so close nearly driving me to the edge…. The pain of my thirst almost unbearable.
But the pain of loosing her was far greater, and it was unbearable. Completely and totally unbearable. Who could bear loosing the other half of their soul? One they had waited a hundred years to find…
I kissed her lips softly, and felt her warm breath tickle my cheek. Her eyes closed.
"No," I whispered again, and lifted her swiftly in my arms.
Without a moments hesitation I leaped out the broken window and started running as fast as I could through the woods.
I must get to Carlisle… I thought, over and over.
It seemed I was going to slowly, every step seemed to take a lifetime, and for me, a lifetime was a long, long time. I could still feel her blood seeping out, soaking my clothing, filling my senses. Until it was all I knew, all I knew. The smell of blood, of death. The feeling of it, of it dripping out of my love… and onto the ground… soaking into the ground… lost forever. All I knew was death, of her death.
Of her dying.
"No!" I cried, and ran ever the faster.
Suddenly, so suddenly it almost made my step falter, I was there. At our big white house. Where we hadn't been in over six months.
I burst right through the front door, already calling out Carlisle's name.
He was down the stairs in less than a heartbeat. He stopped for a millisecond in shock with the sight of me, standing there with Bella in my arms, her blood dripping everywhere.
Somewhere above I heard a roar, and another, calmer shout following it. Jasper and Alice were no doubt here also, and could smell the blood.
"Edward?" Carlisle said cautiously.
"I came to late, she… she…" I was shaking my head, my shoulders trembling with tearless sobs.
Carlisle looked again at Bella, whose breath was so shallow… and understood. He came forward, and took her from me and carried her into the kitchen.
I stood outside, curled up into a ball in the corner of the room, clutching my knees with such a force it would have broken any bone easily.
I remember fleetingly watching Alice drag Jasper out of the house, giving the kitchen a wide berth.
I remember Esme coming in and looking around the front room, looking shocked and confused. And then seeing her go into the kitchen and back out.
I remember Emmett and Rosalie not being there, thinking that they must have gone with Alice to calm Jasper down, and then thinking I didn't really care.
I remember the numbness. The numbness of not knowing.
Not knowing whither my purpose for living would… live.
Then Carlisle came out of the kitchen, ages later, and he looked at me calmly.
"Edward, come here."
Ha ha!! A cliffy, sorry!!! I'm just evil like that, but I'll post more soon, I promise!!! (hey, this is my first fanfic that's not a oneshot… whaddya know?)
