A/N: If you're interested I found a little gem of a Bellisle ( I kinda hate that word but hey lol) vid : Bella // Carlisle ;; Running up that hill. Have a look for it :)

Bella and Carlisle belong to Stephenie Meyer-I just mess about with their lives!

Decisions, decisions.

I moved swiftly yet sinuously through the cluster of trees and within seconds I was at her side. The tail lights of the car fleeing the scene were still visible on the horizon. Part of me wanted to give chase but it didn't take a medical background to see that Bella was in trouble. She needed me.

"Bella? Bella can you hear me?" I knelt beside her and for a brief moment I was paralysed at the sight of her cold and mangled body. She had landed on her side and, although maimed, she looked so peaceful she could almost have been sleeping. Almost. Bones in her legs stuck out at odd angles, her right arm was twisted and the other was beginning to show signs of vicious bruising.

A torrid of emotions ripped through me. She was so helpless, so broken. How could someone leave her like this?

I brushed away the hair that covered her face. Blood had trickled from her nose and mouth but her beauty outshone her wounds. Even though battered and bruised she was the image of perfection. I stroked my hand down her cheek as I listened for her heartbeat. A gentle thumping rhythm echoed in my ears. She was alive! Alive but so very weak.

I frisked my pockets searching for my cell phone and dialled 9-1- … I stared at her. Her fragile heart was beginning to fail as the gentle thumping grew weaker.

Bella Swan was dying.

She seemed beyond repair and so once again I found myself in the impossible situation: should I allow this innocent creature to drift into an eternal slumber? Or should I give her a new life, damned though it was?

Day in and day out I was faced with this decision, this temptation to help people survive, but it had been many years since my resistance was so sorely tested. It was never easy to let a patient slip away but coming home to my family helped sooth that burden - with my family around me all my troubles seemed to melt away. And Bella was family. I could not let her leave us, I could not let her leave me.

The icy chill of death's welcoming arms hung in the air. The rain continued to batter the ground as Bella's life slowly but surely began to fade away. Her candle was all but burned out.

I turned to look away from her and my hands found their way to my head as I tugged on strands of my golden hair. In that moment I must have looked truly deranged…and I was. This decision was not to be made lightly but so often it had to be made quickly. Death is impatient. Several times I made towards her, sure of my choice, only to turn away and reach for my cell again.

Once more I turned to look at her. Her fragile and shattered frame reminded me of Esme. A woman who had suffered so much in life, so kind and gentle that she deserved more. I gave her the chance to live that life that she deserved. She was cruelly taken from me but the time she had with us was filled with joy and happiness. I did that for her. Was Bella not worthy of the same? Had she not suffered enough on earth to reassure me that a renewed chance at life was owed to her? In life she spoke so often of Edward changing her…would I do in his stead?

My mind was settled.

Tenderly and smoothly I lifted her lithe frame from the ground. She fit my arms so perfectly that I was overcome with a sense of peace. My mind was pacified.

I gently manoeuvred her into the back seat of my car and raced home. I would not do this without pain relief - and lots of it!

Throughout the journey I kept check on her failing heart. It was becoming alarmingly slow. She didn't have much time left.

"Stay with me Bella." I whispered.

Finally we were home and I carried her into the house. With Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie away at college the place always felt empty but that night, more than any other, I was aware that something was lacking. My house was no longer a home but a shell, a tomb to those we had lost. It needed brought back to life and so did Bella.

I placed her lightly on the sofa and went to retrieve my medicine bag, flicking the lights on along the way.

Again it was mere seconds before I was beside her readying the morphine. Now everything was in place.

I took a deep and steadying breath - unnecessary though it was - and cleared my head of all thought. In the emptiness of my mind I felt an unnerving silence creep through the room. My eyes flashed open.

The thudding of her heart had ceased.

Without a second thought I began CPR - I would not let her die because I was too much of a coward to decide her fate back at the roadside. I could not let her die because of me.

After my first attempt at bringing her back I lowered my head to hers to listen for a breath, a heartbeat, a sign of life…

It was then that I felt it. Something invisible began to slither through my veins, her intoxicating aroma was taking over me. In that instant I heard nothing, my mind went blank and my lips disobeyed me as they dropped towards Bella's neck. They grazed over her soft skin before I pulled them back and sank my teeth into her graceful neck. I felt the venom pour into her, desperately seeking a flicker of life to latch onto, extinguish and transform.

Finally I regained some control and drew back to look at her. There was no pain on her face - I had failed her.

I cradled her in my arms and began rocking her slowly.

An exasperated sigh escaped me in my torment.

"Please don't leave me Bella."

All around was silent and still except from the dull thrashing of rain against the windows

My Bella was gone.

A/N: Hope chapter 2 was ok :) Is this the end for poor Bella? Watch this space.