summery-
The Cullens are in Australia when a new influenza out brake strikes. Carlisle asked Edward to help him with a patient that has been through so much in her life; and will change Edward forever. The trauma of slavery affected Isabella greatly but can Edward be able to help her, not only in her battle with the influenza but also the battle that goes on in her mind?
What will happen to the two lonely souls? Will they find happiness? Will they find Love? Or will they force each other apart because of their pasts?
And will they finally find their Happy Ending?
Stephanie Meyer owns all Twilight Saga Charters etc...
… He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it letting it swing open.
There what I saw broke my un-beating, stone heart and would change me forever….
Chapter 2: Knowing Bella
There she was lying on the bed. It was clear the she was tens as she had a strangle hold on the sheets at her side-her breathing was ragged and her brow was in a deep frown. Her mouth was in a straight line as I 'saw' her mind- it came on to me tenfold. It was so much clearer than anyone else's mind and easy yet so hard…
'She was on a county road nothing but trees and one strip of road. She was running away from something- or someone. Her face held fear and then I saw it- a black SUV with tinted windows was coming fast; it swerved in front of her making her stop. Five men came out surrounding her. Then one came at her trying to grab her but she fort back with all her might kicking and screaming. She managed to punch one of them in the face and he fell back but then another came at her trying to hold her down to get her in the car. When they finally manage to get the struggling girl into the SUV they covered her mouth and injected her with a needle. Isabella awoke sobbing; her breathing even more ragged- her heart beat was rapid.
I walked over to her and stroked her hair that was now damp with sweat. Trying to reassure her until her breathing stabilized and her heart beat went back to a normal steady rhythm. Her eyes went from afraid to a questioning gaze and the question in her mind was clear who is he?
"I'm Edward Cullen- I'm Dr Carlisle Cullen's adopted son. I'm going to help you get through this," I answered her gaze and her thoughts.
"I'm Bella," she choked out- barely a whisper
"Yes I know- I read your file- and I'm going to be here for you as long as you need me," I said smiling down at her reassuringly. I looked around; on the table there was 'The Host'- a book by Stephanie Meyer. Bella followed my gaze and looked at me.
"I was reading it before..." she whispered-not finishing her statment.
"Do you want me to read it to you?"
She nodded shyly so I sat down on the chair next to the bed and opened the book. I read to her for hours. In her mind I could see the story unfold but as she started to get sleepy I closed the book and set it down.
"You need to sleep," 'please no! I don't what to be alone' her mind begged to no one "I'll be here- I won't leave you alone. I promise," I said soothing her.
Her eyes closed after a few minutes and her breathing deepened and evened out. Her mind went blank as she fell into a deep slumber.
I wrote down her vitals on her chart and then replaced her IV drip and then I sat down again thinking about her- studying her. Her breath was wheezy but she was calm. Sweat seeped down her for-head so I got a damp cloth and dabbed the moisture away from her for-head.
I sat back and watched her for hours but it only felt like minutes or even seconds when images in her mind came- so clear and so painful. She was in a dark room curled up shivering on the filthy stone floor. Then I saw a man come over to her and grab her by her hair and beat her... Images started coming faster and faster- all horrible, getting bloodier and bloodier. As each image went on she was losing herself, her face became empty but her eyes- her eyes were as if they were on fire with hatred- Her screams brought me out from her mind…she was rapidly shaking her head from side to side- uselessly trying to get rid of the nightmares. Then she bolted strait up and I heard the ripping of flesh and the smell of her blood- her blood smelled like fresh freesia. I hadn't noticed the mouth-watering sent underneath the stench of sickness- but I quickly cut of my air supply trying not to remember the scent of her blood... I grabbed a cloth and lifted up the back of her top. I quickly pressed the cloth on the wound to stop the bleeding.
I rubbed her arm soothing her but she didn't cry out in pain- she didn't make a sound. I knew she was in pain but it didn't bother her as much as I would have thought. Soon she calmed down but she still had a death grip on my arm and if I was human I would certainly be in pain. When she looked to me her eyes were wide but calmer than they were then before.
"I'm going to go and get a bandage for your back but I promise I won't be long," still she didn't say a word but her mind told me that she didn't want me to go "don't worry I'll be back in no time at all. I Promise".
I quickly left and got the bandages, among other things with some cream for the wounds on her back. Once I collected all the supplies I needed from the nurses I quickly hurried back.
She looked unblinking and unseeing in to space- her face was even paler then before as she remembered her nightmare. I quickly came to her side and sat behind her.
"Shshsh. It's fine everything is fine- it was just a nightmare. That won't happen to you again- the past is the past. They won't hurt you ever again- I promise," I said trying to calm her. "I'm just going to lift your top up so I can get look at your back. Ok?" I said telling her what I was going to do as not to startle her. She nodded her head slowly and so I gently lifted her top. The carving in her back was so precise, so carful yet so very barbaric. If I were human I would have more than likely been sick to my stomach at the sight. I pushed the beast down that roared inside of me- the beast that longed for her beautiful blood that was so close to me. The beast imagined me just leaning down as if to kiss her neck but instead sink my raiser sharp teeth in to her soft flesh and feel the blood on my tong...
I shook the thought off and concentrated on what I was supposed to do. I gently washed away the blood on her back and cleaned it all up. I put some cream on the wounds so they will heal faster and then I wrapped a bandage around her middle gently but firmly so it couldn't slip.
I looked over to her bag and saw that it was full of her clothes so I went over and collected one of her p-jammer button up tops and took it over to her "your top has blood all over it," I said as I walked back to my spot behind her. I carefully slipped her dirty top of and slipped the clean one on. She quickly buttoned the front up on her top and then I helped her lay back as I moved to the chair next to her bed once more.
She reached for my hand and I placed mine in hers. I smiled down at her- observing her features- eyes held trust but also uncertainty. Though she still didn't really know me she trusted me.
"Tell me... about you?" she whispered breathlessly.
"I was born in Chicago in America...," she listened intently as I told her as much as I could about my life. That Carlisle adopted me and my brothers and sisters- that I played the piano. I told her what little I could remember my biological parents. Time passed by as I told her about Emmet, Rose, Alice, Jasper, Esme, Carlisle.
Soon she was once more getting tied as her eyes dropped and soon she fell in to a dreamless sleep. I studied her again and I thought of about her as she slept and I hope that she could sleep peacefully for at least this once. I checked her vitals- like I did every few of hours and as I worked I started to hum. As it unfolded in my head I realised that it was lullaby- Bella's lullaby. I hummed for hours trying to get every note right. As I hummed she started to stir- her eyes fluted open and her deep brown eye flashed up to me. She had been asleep for about the whole day and she still did not have her colour back but she looked a little stronger.
"Read to…to me again. Please?" she did not whisper any more but she was still quiet. I got her book and read to her once more-and as it was I ended up reading the rest of the book to her.
"What did you think?" I asked as I closed the book and sat it in the bed side table.
"I liked it very much- you tell it well," she said pausing for a moment, "now it's my turn to tell you about me…" she told me about her parents –Renee and Charlie Swan. Charlie was chef police in the small town, Renee a teacher at the school. She told me about her friends from school and from the local Baptist church that her grandmother compelled her family to go to before she past and then it simply became a willing custom of sorts. Then she told me of her friends that had saved her and brought her back to Australia- Major Aaron Smith, Captain Alex Walker and Lieutenant John Jones. Something in her mind told me that there was more to the three soldiers then she was telling me but I didn't push it- we did only meet a few days ago.
As time went on, a week had past and she was slowly getting better- I thought that maybe she would survive easily but I couldn't be sue. Her health was still up and down her nightmares were still just as vivid and painful. I hummed her lullaby to her when she would go to sleep and it seemed to soften the blow from them but they were still there no matter what I tried. Two days in we got a visit from Carlisle and it was not good. Over the past two day her mother and father had died one after the other. When she got the news she tried to hold the tears in but her mind just kept repeating it.
I knew it! There gone, there gone...I just got them back!
I squeezed her hand lightly soothing her. She through her arms around my neck and sobbed quietly as soon as Carlisle closed the door behind him. I held her even after she had shed all her tears. We didn't say a word- I just rocked her back and forth as she stared of into nothingness.
She was reasoning with herself in her mind…They're in heaven they have to be... It was their time... they'll be together forever now... they'll be happy... They were ready...but I'm not ready not yet, not yet...
I started humming her lullaby and she went off into a deep sleep. She very tiered and she slept all through the day and night- until the dreams came.
She was running in the forest- she wore a gold thin strapped top that only covered her chest yet it showed a lot of her cleavage. She also wore a gold skirt that went down to her ankles and it had a cut up each side of it leaving more room to move and a belt that was attached to the skirt. Around each thy, a knife was tied to it and a sword was strapped to her back. Her face was covered with cloth that was tied to a crown like head peace and only her eyes could be seen. Determination burned in her eyes with a passion as she tore through the shrubs of the forest around her. She felt free but not safe- not yet. She saw a road up a head and three figures on the road. By the way they looked they weren't her old masters men. As she drew closer, they were wearing army uniforms- Australian army uniforms- joy ran through her. She unclipped the cloth to show her face while putting her hands up and tried to use her scarcely used language of three years, but her Australian assent was still as strong as ever.
"I'm Australian- please I need your help! There after me!"
She slowed to a walk as she came up to the three men- breathing heavily. A man with pale white skin, dark brown hair and butter scotch eyes- It was then I realised he was a vampire -they all were- came to her "who is after you?"
"My master is."
"Why don't we go back to camp and you can explain on the way and I'm Major Aaron Smith by the way."
She described the very basics of what had happened to her- "three years ago I was walking home from school, when I was kidnapped and then they sold me. I became a slave and then my new master killed my old master and took all his property- which was me as well. One of the guards let me go- because I saved his only daughter- when I was going to be sold, I ran away and that's when I found you."
By that time they had gotten to camp and made a fire and a man with blond hair sat next to her.
"I'm Lieutenant John Jones," he said holding his hand out.
"Bella," she said shaking his hand.
"You've been through a lot in the last few years," Lieutenant Jones stated plainly.
"Why do you think that?"
"Your scars- and your expression," He paused then continued, "Does it hurt- I could have a look at it for you?"
She looked to him and watches him curiously then slowly nodded. He got the medical kit out of his bag and sat next to her. He examined her scars and bruises. He gently moved his ice cold hand over her- she tensed at his stone cold touch but said nothing. She had broken bones that weren't healed properly before they were re-broken, bruises, scars, burns and of cores the mark on her back. He told her what he had found and shook his, "It's going to take a while to get this all healed- but I'm sure you could do it with the proper tretment. Why don't you get some sleep? Don't worry your safe now."
That's when her eyes fluted open and that's when I knew that she knew what I was- but for some un know reason it was like she didn't care. She treated me as if I were human. I was confused by this- how could someone not be scared or fear us. Then I remembered who I was talking about. She was someone that would not fear us because she's seen- and had worse done to her by humans that had destroyed her innocents. Humans that in my rebellion days I would have hunted down and kill. I'm a monster of monsters. I quickly pushed that thought to the back of my mind. It was not time for my self-loathing to set in.
I just court her thoughts when I came out of my reverie ...his troubled with something… He looks so sad...
"What's wrong?" her quivering voice was quiet and shy but caring none the less.
"I was just thinking," I said giving her a small smile.
We did our routine that we liked to do- I would talk about myself and then she would talk about herself. In the beginning it was just basic things like family, books, movies, music etc. then bit by bit our conversations would get more in-depth. I did not force her to say anything but as we talked the more she trusted me. We talked about what we felt and our thoughts- I talked about things that not even my family knew. I told her about how my parents died but I left out the part where I was turned into a vampire and that it was in 1918. She was easy to talk to. I would talk she would listen and when she talked I would listen.
As the days past the burn in my throat got worse with each passing day and Carlisle would come in and check on us when he got to the hospital at the beginning of his night shift to see how I was going. As well as remind me that I can't hold off not feeding forever. My eyes were sure to be almost black by now. When Carlisle came in at the beginning of his shift Bella was sound asleep and would be for probably all night and the rest of the day as well.
I stood and walked to him, "I need to hunt. I can't leave it any longer. Please. Could you keep an eye on her? Just every once and a wile- when you're in this area- Please"
"I'll do that for you- now go hunt," Carlisle said ushering me out door.
I ran at human speed to my car. Revving the engine as it peered to life and speed out of the car park.
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