Edward was frantic as he opened the ornate white door of his old house, and stepped inside carrying both Jacob and Bella in his arms. For any ordinary person this would be an amazing feat, but as Edward was blessed with super strength as a vampire, he didn't think anything of it, and his mind was on more important things, like the people currently in his hold, and their lives that Edward was now unwillingly in control of.
The change was irreversible; once he committed to it there was no way out, no loophole for escape. This was the very thing he had been fighting against for the whole time he knew Bella. He did not want to condemn her to the life of a monster, and now he had to consider not only her, but that foul boy lying next to her? The situation was impossible. To think that Bella would never grow old, get married, have children, even go to college, was heartbreaking. Edward felt consumed with guilt as he knew that this was his fault: If he hadn't left Bella this accident would never have happened.
Staring at the two bodies on the floor, his usually keen hearing did not alert him to the arrival of his family until Alice barrelled into him, her usually calm face contorted with worry and blame.
"What's going on?!" she shouted at him, incredulously. "You're just going to let them die? What has gotten into you? Change them before it's too late!" Her thoughts bombarded him with similar phrases, all unwelcome reminders that the blame lay with him. Did she think he was unaware of this?
While Alice had been shouting at Edward, Carlisle had bent down to examine Bella and Jacob, and had now stood up, grief marring his stunning features. "It's too late, son," he said quietly, "you have to change them now or they are going to die." Carlisle looked at Edward more calmly than Alice had, knowing that the situation was tearing him up, but the sense of urgency was not completely invisible on his face, and it was not lost on Edward, who knew that time was quickly running out.
Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie and Esme stood next to Alice, making a united front. Edward could hear their thoughts, all veering on the same path, urging him to change Bella, something they had wanted all along. As Edward looked into Bella's perfect, pale face, he came to a decision. He could not let her die, and if he was changing her he could hardy condemn her friend to death. If they were together, it was something he would have to accept with time. After all, it was him who had left Bella, and he couldn't make both his family and Bella pay for his mistake.
He pulled himself together, forcing himself not to consider the consequences of his actions, or Bella and that boy's possible relationship. He told the others what he was going to do, and once they had smiled and assured him he was doing the right thing, they trailed quickly out of the room, leaving a long line of thoughts, mingling relief, worry and anticipation. Edward was left with the two bodies, and grimly he knelt down, preparing himself from the inevitable.
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