Chapter 2
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A/N I just wanted to say thanks to all the people that reviewed and added me to their favourite stories and alert list. It's my first story and it feels great to know that people are reading it! I hope that you guys will like this chapter. Sorry that it's quite short but I just couldn't wait. Do you think I caught Edward's thoughts right? He was hard to write about I felt, as there isn't anything from Stephenie Meyer in Edwards point (although there will be Midnight Sun which I can not wait for!)
Edward's POV
I was burying another mountain lion corpse, and wondering what Bella was doing right now.
Were they still at school?
No, I had checked my phone about five minutes before, and they would be back at the house before.
I think that Alice had said that they were going to have a girly night in andI was pretty sure that Bella wouldn't like it, but there was nothing I could do about it. Alice would kill me if I interfered.
I was just thinking about that when I heard Carlisle's phone ringing 'Girlfriend' by Avril Lavigne.
I had seen that, about ten minutes before, Emmett had downloaded it as a joke, to surprise Carlisle.
I found music like that tasteless. How could anyone prefer that yelling noise to beautiful classics, like Beethoven and Mozart?
This song was just a girl screaming at a microphone singing about her not liking a boys girlfriend. What is the point of lyrics when they are this bad? It was an unknown puzzle to me why people paid to listen to it.
Then I heard a snatch of Carlisle's conversation, and his thoughts.
I heard him thinking about Bella, and that she was in trouble.
What is he talking about? What has happened to Bella?
"What has happened to Bella?" I heard him ask urgently.
That was when I sprinted to Carlisle, dropping the lion corpse, and stood behind him, close enough to catch the last sentence.
I growled, and grabbed the phone from Carlisle, my anger making my voice low and menacing.
"If she can't be saved, then you, and Jacob, and the entire pack are dead"
I said slowly, brimming with anger. Then I hung up before he could reply. My body was trembling from anger. Jacob Black would pay for hurting her.
"Carlisle, we need to get to La Push, and quick" I urged. We started sprinting, but not before I heard him say
"If I can't save her, you'll have to bite her, Edward."
I snarled at him in response and sprinted faster.
Jacob's POV
I howled. I had cause Bella this pain, how could I be so cruel, how could I be so thoughtless?
And the worst thing of all? She would probably forgive me for this, all this, if she lived through it.
If Edward bit her, then would the treaty be broken? Probably not, if it was that or death.
But I knew that Edward would come after me, to kill me for what I had done.
So I ran, ran far away, for hundreds of thousands of miles, until my legs couldn't move from exhaustion and my paws were bleeding from the forest floor. And then I realised one huge mistake.
I had no clothes to wear when I changed back.
Edwards POV
I could smell her, her floral scent.
And the blood, it smelt so sweet, so tempting, but yet, I found it easy to resist.
All I could think of was my poor Bella, my angel, my only reason to stay on this Earth.
And if she died, I would die too.
I sprinted hearder, and smelt the mixture of wet dogs and Bella. It was like an odd cocktail, with a sour fruit and an amazing one.
I ran in to a car garage, her smell getting stronger, yet I could resist the blood.
And I sprinted until I saw her, and I almost wished I hadn't.
Her skin was as white as mine was, from her rapid blood loss.
Most of her sweet smelling blood was in a pool around her and she was slumped against a dirty garage wall.
But what was worst was the two long, vivid red scars running down from her left eye to her chest.
Her heartbeat, which I loved so well, was getting slower and slower, another second shorter each time.
I knew that my only choice was to bite her. But I knew that she would have wanted to say her good byes, to her father, her mother, maybe even to Angela.
And I hated Jacob Black for doing this to her. That was the moment that I promised myself that I would kill Jacob Black. Even if I, myself, had to die trying.
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