Tanya POV
Isabella ran away from me. My mate ran away from me. What did I do wrong to have Isabella fear me? Why had she gone through depression? Why the hell did Edward leave my selfless mate? I swear to whatever God that is out there that Edward Anthony Masen Cullen will feel my rage and be punished. I let out a frustrated and broken roar.
"Tanya?" Kate called.
"Yes, Kate? What is the problem?" I snarled.
"Nothing. We just want to if you were alright..." she trailed off.
"Do you think that you'd be alright if your mate ran away from you? I feel horrible. I feel like my heart is breaking, and it's my entire fault. I should not have rushed her. She probably hates me now. It is my fault completely."
"Tanya!" Irina cried. "It is not your fault! You can't possibly think that. There is obviously something that goes along with it. She has been heartbroken before, remember? Don't you dare think for a second that this is your fault! Don't worry, it will work out. I am positive. You are meant to be together. You have always been mates and don't you forget it."
"Did you notice something ...erm ... strange about Bella," Kate asked. I growled in warning. "I'm not trying to been rude, Tanya, but did you see how she didn't even flinch at you yelling in her face. No, not flinch. Respond. She did not respond to you talking to her at all. She must have been buried too deep in her thoughts or something."
"Yes, I saw that as well, Kate. She truly is amazing though. She is not afraid of vampires. She is definitely strong both physically and mentally. You heard that she's already been through two depressive states. It takes a lot to even be pulled out of one. How she didn't do something irrational yet is beyond me," Carmen said in awe.
"I wonder, do you think she will have a power? She is quite fascinating," Eleazar mumbled.
"Isabella will be a great vampire. I just hope she understands that I do want her. She was so scared. I swear, if that dog hurts her, there will be revenge. Kate, I also noticed that. It was as if she didn't hear mean. I recall hearing her say to Jacob when we were at the amusement park something about not using her situation as an excuse. What do you think that is?" I asked.
"It could be a number of things. She might have ADHD or anxiety attacks or something else. Her brain may be hay wired different for some unknown reason," Carmen answered softly.
"I guess. I am going hunting," I announced.
Once I finished the bison, I trudged back to the house. Suddenly, an idea came to me. I should go visit Isabella at home. I ran to Isabella's house to see her asleep. She was tossing and turning in bed. She had a pained look on her face. I opened her window to get into her room. It squeaked a lot, but she didn't wake up. I walked up to her bed and slightly shook her awake. She jolted up; her eyes were full of fear. She was about to yell when she saw me. I smiled at her, and she weakly returned it.
She moved to turn on the light, but I tried to stop her. "I have to see you to talk," she reasoned. "I like it better to look at someone instead of looking into the eerily dark filled room."
"Okay, just don't wake your father up."
"Why are you here, Tanya," she asked curiously. I was relieved there wasn't anything harshness in her voice.
"I want to talk about us."
"Why? I thought I told you that I did not- wasn't ready for a relationship yet."
"Please, just give me a chance, Isabella. I really want to try," I pleaded.
"I-I will think about it. You are going to have to leave soon though because Jake is staying here," she warned.
"Of course, I just wanted to speak with you and make sure we are on good terms after our conversation at my house." Isabella scoffed. "Fine, my mansion. My family still wants to meet you though. I guess I will leave. Good night, Isabella. Have some sweet dreams."