I am soooo sorry I haven't updated in so long. I had A LOT of stuff to do. I was going to update, then I got strep throat. The week after that, my Grandfather died(R.I.P Grandpa(L)) So we had the funeral all week, after that I had to go back to school and I had two weeks of homework to catch up on, five tests to study for, and a shit load of regular homework that we get everyday. So finally here is the next chapter…once again sorry for the wait. And please review, reviews make me VERY happy.

As I held the puddle of blood in my hand, I felt darkness overwhelming me. My vision had become blurry and the pain began to make its way down the back of my neck, no doubt I had whiplash. All the noises and sounds were muffled and I could only faintly hear people yelling. The rain was falling hard now, but I didn't care, I had to make sure Edward way alright.

I turned my head to look at Edward; he was still pinned down by the newborns. He was lying on his back and looking at me upside down. Pain, concern, anger and worry were all visible in his beautiful golden eyes. By now Edward was dry sobbing, this I have never seen, as far as I knew Edward never cried, this hurt me more than anything. He was yelling something incoherent. My head was throbbing and my vision was going black, and I knew this was the last time I would see Edward. I turned my head to look back into Edwards eyes.

"I love you." I whispered as the pain and darkness consumed me.

I woke up who knows how many hours or days later. I was in a white room, lying on a silver table. Needles and IV's were placed in my arms and my head was patched up. At first I thought I was in one of the Cullen's rooms, seeing as Carlisle is a doctor. A man walked through the door that was across from my bed. Except it wasn't Carlisle, or Edward, or any of the Cullens, it was the French guy…François something. I just now realized that I was only wearing one of the hospital gowns, not my regular clothes.

"Hello, Isabella Marie." He said smiling at me.

I said nothing.

He looked at me with pleading eyes, as if to say, 'Please say something'. I looked at him scared for what was to come next, for him to charge me and kill me sucking out all of my blood. But instead he just stood in front of me, waiting for me to speak, as if my words were a que to begin the kill.

I soon gave up and began to choose my words. After about 2 more minutes of awkward silence and me thinking-inevitably ending up with nothing, I spoke.

"W-what…do you…want from me?" I asked voice unsteady. He began to approach me. "Please, if you're going to kill me, do it quickly!" I begged. He looked at me perplexed.

"Why would I kill you, my beautiful Isabella?"

NO! Not that! Anything but that! He kidnapped me to rape me and to live with him forever. I can't do that, not to Edwa- Oh No! Edward!

"What happened to Edward!?" I banged my fist on the table, ripping out one of the needles-no blood.

"It is better if you do not know my sweet."

"WHERE IS HE!? I shouted louder than I ever have before.

The French guy looked down and answered, "he…is…dead."

I took in a quivering breath and whispered, "no." tears began to fall from my eyes and the French guy ran up to me and started stroking my cheek. He smiled widely at me, my anger grew and I slapped his hand away with such force I could have never mustered before.

"Why are you smiling? Because you can finally have me all to yourself without any interferences?"

There will be BIG surprises to come!
So there it is, hope you liked it. PLEASE review!!