CHAPTER 3: Bella's pov
"Au contraire, mon ami! I will have Bella all to my self very soon. I assure you." He said calmly."I apologize, my name is François DeLasal. And your name I presume, must be, Edward Cullen. Am I correct?"
I could hardly understand him; he had a thick French accent. Uhh! French, I hate French!
"Yes, you are correct…about my name. The one thing that is incorrect is that you will have Bella. Bella is not yours to take. Bella is a free woman."
I peeked under Edwards arm to see Francois lunge at Edward.
EDWARD, NOOO! I screamed inside my head, to shocked to say them aloud. The French boy crashed into Edward, Shoving Edward's elbow to hit my forehead. The last thing I remember seeing is one single black cloud in the sky before I couldn't see anything. I could hear everything yet I couldn't see anything.
"Look at what you have done!" Edward yelled. Shock rang through his voice.
I felt cold rain drops on my skin, it felt good. I heard Heavy footsteps get closer and closer. With every moment I fell deeper and deeper into the darkness when I felt a ferociously cold hand on my face. This couldn't be Edward, not even Edward was this cold. The cold hand lifted my head, touching the back of my neck shocking me awake. I opened my eyes enough to see a blurry figure.
"Edward?" I managed to whisper.
I forced my eyes open, and looked around. Edward was about 10 feet away pinned to the ground by 5 newborns. I could tell He was struggling to get up and get me as far away from this French bastard as possible.
"OWW!" I yelled pressing my hand to my forehead. I pulled my hand away and looked at the pool of blood in my hand.