Disclaimer: I own less than nothing of the Twilight franchise. It all belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
CHAPTER 1
Three Years Earlier
I kept breathing air into her lungs, even when it was clear that all was lost. And with each breath I felt my heart break a little more. But I couldn't stop. I wouldn't.
I heard an angelic murmur, like a cherub singing.
I glanced upwards slowly, the soft chiming voice was so soothing.
Edward held the bundle in his hands. But the look on his face didn't match that of a proud parent holding his first born for the first time.
Looking into the face of the child there was no denying who the father was.
Edward and I shared the same look of shock. The eyes were undeniably Bella's. But the jet black hair, the russet skin, and this child smelled nothing like a vampire.
The sound I then heard was unlike any other. If there was a creature on earth that combine all the anger and hate into the world and form it into audible form, this was it.
Still in shock from the overwhelming events of the last few moments, let alone months, I was unprepared for what happened next, and it is now the moment that I curse myself for not reacting quicker. I should have been ready, then this would never have happened. Edward, still clutching the infant, was a blur before me. I heard a crunch, felt an almighty blow to the back of my head. Then all went dark.
When I awoke, the room was spinning. My head was still throbbing. My whole body ached. My ears were still ringing from that monstrous sound, and I could taste blood in my mouth. The wound that it came from must have already healed.
I tried to stand up, wretching as I did. I had no idea how long I had been out.
I steadied myself by holding onto the table for support. That's when it all started to come back to me. Lifting my supporting hand off the now empty table where Bella had been lying. Where was she? Where was anyone? The room was still covered in blood. I looked down at my bloodsoaked clothes.
My heart began to pound in my chest.
The baby.
The baby was mine!
Why hadn't she told me?
She must have known he'd have reacted that way. If she'd told me I could have protected her!
The remaining pieces of my crippled heart jumped into panic. Now concerned for the safety of my child. I shuddered at the thought of what might have happened.
Why did Edward leave me alive? Then I realised.
There are so many things worse than dying, and he knew that.
We both loved Bella.
I had offered her my life, my soul and my heart, he had offered her all that and eternity. He loved he as I did. But he was fortunate enough to have her love him back in return. And now she was gone.
He was leaving me to torment to death.