Hello!
Once again, these characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.. who i support, I refuse to read the leaked version or even the partial draft she left online.. I feel like a true fan would have waitted for the real copy, the one she wanted teh world to see..
Anyway.. Edward's turn to say something! Like i said he would be upset... mainly at himself.. but thats Edward.. :D
It was pouring outside, the sky darker than the feeling in my heart. My family was scattered about the annoyingly bright living room, staring and thinking. There was nothing they could have said to make this pain go away. I promised over and over again that I was able to protect her from the Volturi, but vampires with those aliens in them? Impossible.
They were fast and powerful, and they came in a large group. I have no clue how they got the volturi and learned what was possible of cutting our skins but they did. That thought was frightening enough, not knowing where Bella was, was worse.
It had been a beautiful day out, a day Bella and I would have spent in our meadow. Instead my family and I were forced to move so no one found us. Bella had to have one of her human moments before we left and took her from her father. Charlie was going to stay in La Plush as long as Jacob could keep him there. Bella didn't worry for him, as much, because they were a tight knit group they would all know if something was wrong.
I was so distracted by my thoughts that I didn't notice Jane slip through the door to the bathroom, until Bella and Jane reappeared, Jane of course dragging Bella behind her. I jumped into action running after Jane. Bella looked at me with wide eyes and fear. I was right behind Jane, when all of the others appeared in the room. Their eyes shinning a silver over their deep red eyes. Jane never turned around to look at me, but Bella yelled that she loved me. For me to be safe and not to worry. Of course and to run. I turned dashing out the door, not looking back. If it was possible for me to cry I would have been. There were too many of them there. Bella's large brown eyes were watery, she knew her odds weren't good. Yet I knew and she knew that we had a better chance at being together if I got away to get my family.
Well, maybe I knew that. She was always looking out for my safety, which is humorous to me a human telling a vampire to be careful. A pretty much indestructible mythical being, being told to be safe by his fragile, clumsy, danger-magnet girlfriend.
Leaning against the window panel, it should have been freezing but compared to the temperature of my marble skin, it was mildly warm. I rocked my forehead against the panel, Bella my Bella. My hand slide down the glass, I had to get her back.
I needed to see her smiling again, be able to hold her warm face between my hands as I kissed her warm full lips. To cradle her in my arms when she was upset, and holding her fragile hand in mine. I missed everything about her,and the same feeling came over me as always when I left to go hunting. A part of my whole being was missing.
What were they doing to her? Those sick alien things! If I find out that they hurt my love, I will personally go after every one that I can and rip them limb from limb.
The next thing I knew my fist broke the window that I had been leaning on, I hadn't tried to not break it. I just wanted to pound my fist. I looked at all the glass on the ground in the wet grass. Thunder in the distance, and lightening lighting the sky. Esme looked at the window and frowned, everyone else just looked at me with a straight face.
" You didn't have to break the window, save it for those alien scum," Emmett's booming husky voice filled the air.
Was he really that ignorant? Testing my will seeing if I didn't kill him?
Without looking back I launched myself out the window landing in the middle of the woods that surrounded the house, and without braking my stride I continued to run. Without thinking, I ran to the closest hospital. Carlisle didn't work there anymore, ever since those aliens started taking over and putting their kind into human bodies. Carlisle couldn't think of anything else to do but leave. Leaving it in working order, well no one else loose their bodies in that hospital, not that day, or at least in that hospital.