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EPOV

After having stifled my inhumane desires enough to be by her side I hurried to it. Her lips were parted slightly, her expression peaceful. It seemed so contradictory as the streaks of blood had dried a dark plum color, looking like gashes across the fragile skin. Her hair was tangled and unruly, tousled and spun in different directions, disguising the hideous wounds beneath it.

My fingers quivered as I pulled two of them down the warm skin of her cheek, allowing them to then trace her lips. I folded my arms around her, knotting her into my limbs. I held her back against my chest and pressed my face into the valley between her neck and shoulder. My chest racked with tremors tearlessly behind Bella, bracing her for the wound as Carlisle leaned forward, his teeth bared.

"STOP!" Alice demanded, shoving her arm against Carlisle's chest, pressing him away from Bella. She looked me straight in the eye, her stare narrowed and imperious.

Don't let him do it, Edward. You can.

I disagreed, shaking my head silently against Bella's skin, still holding my breath.

Edward your love for her is like the air she breathes, it's what keeps her healthy. Loving you, and having that love returned is what keeps you both sane. You complete each other in a way no one else will ever be able to. Now that she is to join us, she should be completed physically by the one who completes her in every other way.

My chest heaved again, rustling Bella a bit. I only heard one word tumble from those ambrosial lips, murmured and hazy, as it was it made my dead heart trumpet in glory.

"Edward." She whispered in a volume almost too soft for even me to detect. Her eyes didn't flutter, nor did her heart rate rise. I took a deep breath, letting the scent of her drown in my lungs.

You can do this, Edward. Trust yourself.

Alice left to return to Jasper's side, her arms crossed and her expression worried. I glanced at Bella once more feeling my mouth form into a terrified grimace and then a determined line. Bella was mine, and would be, forever. I forced my eyes shut, damming my nostrils from any inhalation.

The skin of her neck radiated heat as I neared her, my lips brushing against it first. I bit quickly, trying to ignore the taste in my mouth. It was the last thing I was able to do. The blood seeped into my mouth, filling it from cheek to cheek, sliding effortlessly down my throat. It caressed my tongue and the back of my throat, easing the burning with its sweet flavor and scorching temperature. I felt my mouth empty of venom and quickly detached my teeth from her.

Two crescent moons of crimson stood out against the ivory skin. It was irreversible now. Nothing could stop the transformation at this point. I tilted myself down to the broken skin, kissing it lightly before whispering to Bella.

"I'll be here, the entire time, I'll never let go of you." I entwined my arms further around her middle, drawing her sunken shape into mine. "Trust me."

I could feel the temperature beneath her skin rising with each passing moment. I pulled her deeper against me, hoping my frigid skin would dull at least some of the pain. Like a tourniquet. I couldn't prevent what I had caused, but I could attempt to stifle the agony as best as I could.

BPOV

I felt the heat before anything else. The sweltering breath of a dragon, breathing heavily upon my motionless form, consuming me in its flame.

The pain from inside came thereafter, from the interior walls of my veins and arteries, beating strongly, only distributing the anguish further.

It was as if I had been injected with the poison of Lucifer, his revenge against the heavenly beings who had exiled him to Hades. The angels would have to watch as the things they loved suffered at their own demise. I knew Edward was watching. I had heard his vow of accompaniment through my pain. It only made me withhold all the screams that I was able to. It wasn't fair to punish him for something I had requested.

To describe the feeling is nearly impossible, like a swarm of furious fire ants, marching ruthlessly through your body, intravenously. They tore through each fiber of body tissue their claws could touch, incinerating it into the most hellish hurt a person can experience.

I writhed against the misery, trying to wriggle out of Satan's bonfires. I nearly ruptured my lung as I choked on the blackened smoke of the fires engulfing my entirety.

Perhaps I had died and gone to Hell. This had gone on longer than three days I knew it. This pain was endless, soon enough I felt as if my being evaporated completely, leaving only the torture of my wish behind.

Only one thing kept me hanging on for dear life, and that was the haunting sound of my lullaby, wafting easily between my ears. I focused on the crescendos and gentle sloping of the notes, I sang along in my head, imagining Edward's skillful fingers pirouetting across the piano keys. I attempted to envision each note, anticipating its arrival before its peak hit. This did nothing to dull the pain, but encouraged me to push through, to bear this scarring memory.

I cried out only once, as the fires bit through the ventricles in my heart, shutting it down with their debilitating thrashes. I whimpered as quietly as I could as the ice invaded its once living walls, thickening it to the cold, bracing it with stone. It felt heavy in my chest, and my lungs struggled to inflate around it.

My eyes did not open as soon as I felt the last degree of warmth fizzle away. I stayed as still as the granite that I had become, pacing my breaths evenly. I felt Edward's arms around me; I could hear him muttering in a muffled manner, praying to God that I made it through this. My now dead heart cringed at the thought of causing Edward this kind of pain, for something I had asked for so many times.

My eyes fluttered open to the blinding light; I forced them shut immediately, cowering into Edward's chest, which no longer felt cold.

"Bella?" I nodded slowly into his chest, snaking my arms around his middle and snuggling into him.

I felt him smile into my hair and breathe a response. "I am so glad you're alright."

I opened my eyes finally gazing upon the crooked smile that still gave me butterflies. I felt a subdued burning at the base of my throat, and knew immediately what it meant.

"Thirsty?" Edward asked, his tone concerned. I nodded slowly, trying to rub at the ache in my neck with my thumb. He instantly let go of me, rising from the couch. He motioned for my hand, leading me to an attached room. I realized probably a little late that I had no idea where we were.

The family awaited me through the doorway with eager smiles and open arms. I was suddenly surrounded with hugs and words of encouragement and love. I smiled widely, knowing immediately that this was my family, and would be forever.

"We should hunt." Edward voiced, interrupting his family's greetings. They all nodded knowingly.

"We'll have to be careful, the clouds are scattered." Jasper said quietly, moving the curtains from the window with his hand.

I turned to follow Edward as he pivoted. I stopped short, the blaring red of my eyes catching my attention in the mirror across the room.

I appeared in front of it, barely remembering moving towards it. My mouth fell open in awe.

"I…I'm-" I stuttered, Edward's arms twisted around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Stunning." He finished, grinning wildly into our reflections. My hair was a richer color of brown, cascading to the middle of my torso, diverting in romantic yet subtle waves. My cheekbones were a little higher, a little more pronounced. My eyes had rounded in shape, the eyelashes framing them thicker and blacker. My lips were swollen and had a fevered look to them. My hips had filled; the cinch of my waist had tightened, my breasts were a little fuller and sat nicely against my chest.

The clothes that rested upon me were ragged and torn, bloodstained and filthy. My eyes were the only surprising part, their piercing color making my hands shake. Edward moved the hair on the left side of my shoulder over to the right, twisting all of my hair together and draping it over. I gasped throatily, clutching to the side of my throat. I lifted a few of my fingers, desperately hoping that I was imagining things, the charred black was still underneath my palm.

Edward clasped his hand around my wrist, pulling my hand away from my throat and stroking the odd blackened shapes.

"This is where I bit you." He whispered, I shivered involuntarily. His forehead creased as he stared more intently at the scar. "It didn't look like this before."

Alice approached us, moving between Edward and I and standing on her toes to observe. She smiled and looked at Edward, he returned the grin after a few seconds, and unheard exchanges obviously had influenced him. He tilted my head and looked more closely at the spot, his eyes brightening.

"What is it?" I pleaded, wringing my hands.

"Look closer, Bella." Edward gently pushed me towards the mirror; I focused on the two marks. I felt like one of those therapy patients, trying to discern the true shape of inkblots. My eyes widened and I gasped quietly as realization dawned my wake.

"They're wings." I smiled, lightly running the tips of my fingers over the feathered polygons.

"See? I always told you, you are an angel." I smiled at him, lacing my fingers in his hair and pulling his lips against mine.

The others came forward to see the odd scar, Esme cooing delightedly at how pretty it was.

"We should go, we'll find something close by if we leave now." Alice chimed lightly from across the room, warming me with her loving smile. I nodded and followed the rest of the Cullens back into the foyer and into the fresh air.

They began to scan the landscape, which was lovely, the rolling green hills only small bumps compared to the mountains of Washington. I marveled at my heightened senses, noticing the birds flying through the air a mile or so up, the rumble of a car engine passing by a couple miles to the left. I immediately sensed the smell of blood even in the stagnant air. Although the ache in my throat told me I was thirsty, I felt no propelling force towards the scent. I turned into the direction of the smell, believing that everyone was simply waiting for me to set the course. I set off with determination, the wind of running feeling as if it were freeing my soul.

"Bella?" Edward called from behind me, quickly catching up as I slowed at his command. "Where are you going?" He looked at me, his expression confused.

"We're hunting right?" Now I was the one that was confused. He nodded slowly.

"Well I was following something I smelled." My brow furrowed, was I doing this wrong?

"You smelled something?" Edward asked, his tone surprised. I consented. He glanced towards Alice, raising an eyebrow.

"There's a herd of goat about four miles down that way." She pointed in the direction I had been running, no doubt consulting a vision of our approach.

"That's unusual." Carlisle noted, crossing his arms. "None of us smelled a thing."

Edward's smile widened wickedly as he met Carlisle's gaze, causing me to gulp.

Author's note- a much anticipated chapter. let me know how i did on it :)