A/N: This is where the POV-changing starts. I know I keep saying this, but I hope this isn't too confusing. And I hope you're not too mad at me for what happened at the end of Chapter 3. Again, if you have a chance, please R&R. Thank you!

Chapter 4 – The Call

Part 34 Edward's POV

'She can't be dead. She can't be dead,' I thought to myself frantically, looking at Bella's limp and lifeless body. A couple Volturi lifted Bella and carried her out of the room, her arm dangling uselessly.

Bella was dead. And it was all my fault. If I had just listened to Jane, Bella would still be with me right how. That horrible scene played over and over in my head. Jane hitting Bella, Bella crumpling to the ground.

Bella was dead. My life was over.

I struggled uselessly against the Volturi guards' restraints.

"Bella!" I cried, as if calling her name could bring her back.

Jane walked toward me, clasping her hands together.

"Well, I think our problem with Bella has been cleared up. You can go now." Jane smiled her evil smile before saying, "Take them away."

We then were forcibly removed from the hall. Once outside, Alice walked toward me, a look of pity and grief upon her face.

"Edward," Alice started, a note of pleading in her voice, but I knew what she was going to say. However, this time I didn't just want death. I wanted revenge.

Part 35 Edward's POV

We were in a hotel room right outside of Volterra, Italy. I quite wasn't sure how to go about avenging Bella's death, but I was going to spend as much time as necessary here figuring it out. I wanted the Volturi to suffer; I wanted them to feel a tenth of the agony I was feeling right now. I felt a surge of hate for the Volturi and a wave of grief so intense that Jasper walked out into a different room. My emotions must be driving him insane. The moment Jasper left the room, I felt my pain increase tenfold, and I gritted my teeth. I couldn't use Jasper as an emotional crutch and make him go through this with me. This was something I was determined to deal with on my own.

Then I remembered that no one had told Bella's friends and family yet. This was something I did not want to deal with. I sat on the bed, my face in my hands. I felt trapped inside my own head. I wanted to escape, to die. The image of Bella's face floated in front of my eyes, and I closed them, willing the image to go away. I wanted to stop thinking, stop feeling, stop remembering. I couldn't even sleep the pain away.

If only I had just listened to Bella, if only I had just changed Bella into a vampire, she wouldn't have—couldn't have died. Now Bella was gone, and my existence was an empty void.

I breathed deeply, and thought about who I should inform first. Automatically, I thought of Charlie, but I had no idea what I would tell him. So instead, seized by some crazy impulse to talk to someone who could understand my pain, my feelings for Bella, I dialed Jacob's number.

Part 36 Edward's POV

"What is it, bloodsucker?" Jacob asked, "Have you called to gloat?"

"Gloat about what?" I inquired, nonplussed.

"Gloat about how at this moment, Bella—" the name cut into me like a knife "—is nearly finished transforming into a vampire." I took a deep breath.

"Actually, Jacob, that's not what I called to talk to you about, but what I have to say does concern…Bella." I choked out the last word.

"Then what is it?" Jacob asked impatiently.

"Jacob, Bella…Bella…is…" My voice broke.

"Bella is what?"

"She's…dead, Jacob." This was the first time I said it aloud, and it made it seem so much more official. There was silence on the other end of the phone, so I continued,

"The Volturi…killed her. I tried to save her, but I…" My voice trailed off, and I struggled to keep calm. I could hear stifled sobs coming from the receiver, and I waited for Jacob to finish. When Jacob had gained a little control, he spoke.

"Does…does Charlie know yet?" I could hear Jacob's voice shaking.

"No…I haven't called him. I didn't know what to say."

"Well, someone has to tell him."

"What do you suggest I tell him? That the vampire Mafia killed his daughter? Yes, I'm sure that would go down well with Charlie," I snapped. I sighed, "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just…feeling so…" I thought about Bella's crumpled body, dead and lifeless, and I felt again that unbelievably strong surge of hatred for the Volturi.

"Yeah, I know." Jacob's voice was dull and lifeless as he spoke, and I sensed that it was time to hang up and give Jacob some privacy. I felt an unusual feeling of gratitude for being able to talk to Jacob, someone who might be able to understand my inner turmoil.

"I have to go now, Jacob." Now I wanted wallow in my misery in private.

"Me too."

"Goodbye. And…thanks."

"You're welcome." I heard the click of the receiver, then a dial tone.