Second Chance

Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter. Thank you for reading, and I will add more soon.

EPOV:

I sat at home waiting for my angel to arrive. Alice had pleaded with her to take her shopping, and with being the kind person Bella was, she had agreed. They had drove down to Port Angeles in two separate cars. I think Alice had a vision that showed her she couldn't fit all her things in, so she decided to take two cars—her beloved Porsche and Bella's old truck.

I sighed, thinking of Bella's truck. She had already married me, so my money was hers. I had yet to buy her a fast car, but she was too attached to that truck. But I felt a pang of jealousy—the truck was given to her as a gift from Billy and Jacob.

Jacob. He had run away somewhere after I sent him the note, or so I heard from Carlisle. Bella still hadn't known about it—it would make her too sad. Weeks before our wedding, Bella always would say Jacob's name over and over again. But then after, all she would say was, "Edward, I love you." I smiled as I lay next to her every night.

Bella had called me when she got too bored shopping and had wanted to come home. I had wanted to go and pick her up, but she said she couldn't bear it if she stayed another minute. I had agreed, and I was waiting eagerly for her to return.

Only about half an hour later, Bella had called me saying she would be leaving, and—with nothing else to do—I sat on the couch with Emmett and Jasper.

Emmett and Jasper were watching some wrestlers on T.V., making bets on who would win. Suddenly, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and looked to see who was calling me. It was Alice.

I flipped the phone open and pressed it to my ear.

"Yes, Alice? What do you need?"

Alice replied with a voice that was not her usual hyper one. "Bella," she gasped, "Her truck flipped over. You have to get there now."

I froze. "W-what?" I asked, dazed. Please let this be a joke. Please not my Bella, my sweet, beautiful Bella, I begged silently to myself.

Alice told me the same thing over again, telling me where to go and urging me to find Bella. Alice was held up in traffic, so it was up to me.

Jasper looked over at me, catching my fear. He tried to soothe me, not knowing what was going on, but I was too panicked to settle down. Where was Carlisle? I cursed internally—he was still at the hospital. I had a medical degree, but I had to get there fast. I jumped up from the couch and rushed out the door, leaving a confused Jasper behind.

I yanked my car door open—almost breaking it in the process—and drove my fastest I have ever driven to get to Bella as soon as possible.

I drove, coaxing my Volvo to go beyond what I was meant to go. I reached the bridge in a matter of three minutes. I glanced down, seeing Bella's wrecked truck, but not Bella herself.

I could see that I could not get down there in my car, so I got out and ran down the cliff, following the dents the truck left behind when I rolled down the cliff. I arrived at the scene of the accident, and started ripping apart every piece of Bella's truck. I couldn't find her.

Just then, the wind shifted and the smell of Bella's blood came to me. I followed the scent for about five or ten feet and finally found Bella lying under a tree, covered in blood.

I rushed over to her, not holding my breath. I had grown so accustomed to her blood, that even if she were gushing out blood, I would not kill her. Even though the monster deep down inside me was strong, I was stronger. I finally approached her to see the extent of the damage. I gasped at the sight.

There, my beautiful angel lay, deathly white and unmoving. There were too many cuts on her: on her thigh, arms, legs, and stomach. But the biggest one caught my eyes. It ran from her head down to her torso, deep and gushing out blood. I knew what I had to do.

I gently went to her and picked her limp body up, careful not to hurt her even more. I knew I had to bite her. She was unconscious, and her heart—which I've grown so used to hearing—was barely beating at all.

I brought her neck up to my face, ready to save her, when her eyes suddenly fluttered open.

"Edward," she struggled for breath.

"Yes," I replied, holding her more tightly. "Are you okay?" What a stupid question to ask, of course she wasn't okay.

"Of course," she replied with a small smile, but grimaced. That was so typical of Bella. She would sacrifice her own happiness and well being just to make sure that others didn't worry. She was a bad liar—of course she wasn't okay.

I loosened up a bit, trying to make her more comfortable. How could I manage to cause her more pain by turning her? Bella brought her hand to my cheek, and I shivered at the touch. Her hand was terribly cold.

I put my own hand over hers, and she sighed and closed her eyes. I thought she passed out, and then was going to pick her up and take her to Carlisle, but if times were desperate on the way there, I would change her.

But before I got up, Bella's eyes opened again, but this time, they seemed so terrible dull. Her breath was shallow, and she was shivering lightly.

"Edward," she croaked again.

I held her again, bringing my other hand and putting it against her cheek. I quickly pulled away, thinking that I would cause her more discomfort, as my hand was freezing cold. She shook her head lightly and I put it back.

"Will you promise me something, love?" she asked, her voice dimming in volume with each word.

I nodded. "Anything," I promised. And it was true. I would do anything for Bella.

"Anything?"

"Anything," I murmured firmly.

"Promise me," she weakly told me, her heartbeat decreasing in its volume. I was afraid, but I would take her to Carlisle after I promised whatever she wanted me to promise. "Promise me, you will not, ever…" she sighed and moved my hand on her cheek over her own heart. "Promise me," she continued, taking a deep breath, "That you…will not…ever…go to the…Vulturi."

My mind was slow today, from seeing Bella on the ground, broken, just like how James left her over three years ago—but this time, it was worse. It took me a while, but when I finally grasped what she meant, I started crying tearless, dry sobs.

"No," I begged as another sob racked my body.

"Please, Edward. You…promised," she muttered, before closing her eyes.

"No, Bella, please. Stay strong…for me."

I then got up and started to pick up Bella, thinking she passed out, because I could still hear her heart beat weakly against her chest. But then she spoke up, eyes still closed.

"Edward. Thank. You. For making…my life…so much more exciting. I…love you."

"No!" I cried, getting ready to bite her, but I hesitated for some seconds, my worst mistake ever.

"Please, Edward. Don't…be sad. Just please; keep that promise, for me. I l-love you." She opened her eyes when she said that, and I looked into those beautiful brown eyes. With those last words, her hand dropped to the wet and dark ground, never to move again. Her heart stopped beating, and her eyes closed once more.

I knew she was gone; I hugged her close, crying and shaking from the sobs that controlled my body. Bella, my angel from heaven, my sun and my moon, my life, had been taken away from me. As she disappeared, I felt part of myself disappear too. She was everything to me, and I would never see her again.

I know that was really sad, it made me cry. I'm so sorry about that. There's more coming soon. Please review. Thanks!

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