A.N. Sorry 'bout the cliffy, but it was where I needed to leave the chapter. I would have posted this earlier on today, but I'm pretty much typing with one hand thanks to a combination of my dad and gym. In a nutshell, I've fallen on the same shoulder twice within the last three weeks, and then I've carried two hefty paper bags on it this morning because he didn't even wake up until I'd finished despite being designated bag carrier. So my shoulder is yay painful. But never mind, less of my problems, more of Edward's!

flashwithwave: Haha. Your review really made me laugh, but don't worry. I'd never leave such a huge cliffy.

Linds. Loves .Vamps: Good! I'm pleased you like it! Here's your update.

SharkGurl: Cliffy indeed. Haha, I'm evil.

nation108: Erm…no, that's definitely not what happened. My Edward is not evil *glomps*

Quigley-MacDazzle: Haha. Your review made me giggle as well. Still, it's lovely to have readers who are so…enthusiastic about the plot.

ny88: Indeed he did walk into a trap. Here's more for ya!

I didn't think anyone would see my song reference in the last chapter. Read through Bella's part again, and as you get to the line where Bella starts humming, hum the chorus to Back for Good.

Sorry about some of the language, and the fact that Carlisle goes a little (well a lot) OOC. Kinda needed to. Oh, and the medical-y bits are entirely made up. I know it's a whole loada crap, but it fitted.

Gah. Another monster. :(

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EPOV

The second I heard that scream, I wheeled around and headed back towards the bedroom as quickly as I could go, caring little for how much noise I made and how much I gave away. I had to get back, see who had screamed and what was wrong. If Isabella had been hurt, or Alice, or Rosalie, I would never forgive myself. Leaving them on a hunch…I'd been trained better than this! I was better than this! First rule or hiding away was to never leave your group, no matter how many of you there were. And what had I done? Only gone and broken that! Carlisle, and further up than him, Aro, would have a field day!

As I approached the door, I slowed, trying to hide myself away from them. I shook my head. I had to go in there - there was some serious fighting going on in there. Standing in the doorway, I could see Emmett and Jasper taking on a tall, dark man together, with Alice and Rosalie taking on a ginger female. I snarled, recognising the faces of the two - then growled, realising there had to be a third. The two being fought were Laurent and Victoria, so where was James?

I scanned the room quickly, seeing Charles sprawled in one corner but still breathing. My fear growing now, I glanced into the darkest corner of the room. That was where I saw a streak of moonlight reflecting off James' blonde hair. I launched myself over there, my feet barely touching the floor. I pulled him back by his long hair and saw what I was looking for. Isabella lay beneath him, her features contorted in pain. She was just barely conscious. I heard Emmett and Jasper cheer their victory over Laurent, just before Alice and Rosalie followed suit. I turned, sending James flying with a strong fist to his head. He wasn't down for long, certainly not as long as I would have hoped. He was at my throat in an instant, pinning me up against the wall with superhuman strength. Emmett, spotting my predicament, pulled backwards as I pushed and James was forced let go.

I dropped to my knees beside Isabella. There was so much pain on her face! I glanced down her body, checking for obvious injuries. Her leg was pointing at disturbing angles - clearly broken - and her face was bruised. There was a frighteningly large pool of blood around her head.

"C'mon Isabella, don't you dare give up on me now!" I growled as I saw her eyes begin to drift shut.

"E-Edward?"

"Yes. Now stay awake, d'you hear me? Stay the hell awake!" I was perhaps being a little more forceful than was entirely necessary, but I certainly got my point across.

"Ah! My hand!" her voice rose into a high pitched scream. "It burns! Please…" she needed to say no more. I picked up her hand, examining it properly instead of just passing it off as a scratch. I stared at it, barely able to believe what I was seeing. He bit her. Those were bite marks on her hand - and he'd pierced the skin.

"Sick, sadistic bastard," I snarled.

"I think…ow!" she screamed again, and I looked closer at the bite marks. There was already an infection beginning the show, and they only came up that quickly from…

"Poison, damnit!" I looked around. I wasn't qualified for this. How did I get it out of her? "Emmett, call Carlisle!" I ordered. Carlisle was a trained doctor, he'd know what to do.

I heard the faint murmur of Emmett talking quickly into his phone, moving robotically as Emmett placed the phone into my hand.

"Okay, Edward. What's gone on here?"

"James bit Isabella, some kind of poison in the wound - it's infected already and it can't have been more than five minutes ago."

"Shit. Edward, you're going to have to take that crap out of her system."

"How? I'm not in the middle of a fucking hospital or something!"

"Have you got a syringe and some antibiotics?"

"Syringe yes, antibiotics no,"

"Paracetemol?"

"Yup,"

"Dissolve a tablet into water, inject a syringe full into the wound." I grunted my assent, quickly doing as instructed.

Isabella's cries faded quickly, and Carlisle breathed a sigh of relief down the phone. "Get her straight into a hospital. She should be out of the woods for now, but not for long." I hung up, quickly redialling for an ambulance.

I sat and watched her peaceful face as we waited for an ambulance to arrive and realised what I'd been trying to avoid. I loved her too.

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A.N. Not one of my better efforts, I know.