EPOV

When I heard that my Bella was dead, that little spark of hope to find her went out.

I felt my heart turn to ash, there were no words to describe this pain. Bree and Alistair stared down at me, the phone beeped from the dead line on the other end on the couch. They were talking to me, but my eyes already started to focus behind them as my vision started to fail me. I knew I only had a few seconds left, my hearing faded and vibrated. My body went slightly numb and warm, like the feeling before you freeze to death. "I can't..." small words left my lips. I watched the world turn black as one though came to me. Edward...I'm sorry.

AlstairPOV

This wasn't good.

I glanced toward Bree, she looked like she was going to cry, "Is he dead?" she whispered to me.

"Not permanently, but he will be if-" that's when that statement finally settled into me. If Isabella Swan was dead, I would probably be alone for eternity. I would be alone. Alone.

I sat back on heals, trying to comprehend that.

"if what?" she questioned, looking at me.

"Nevermind, it's too late." I arose from my spot beside the poor boy. I think it was time to leave, there was no reason of staying anymore. "Come Bree, lets leave the lad, he's not in pain anymore."

"What? What are you talking about?! We can't just-" she looked between me and him. "There's gotta be something to save him."

"Bree, he's gone." I tried to inform her softly.

She dropped her head and nodded, getting up from her spot. It was then that the phone on the couch rang.

Bree glanced at the phone an then to me. I moved over and grabbed the phone, the caller ID said Isabella Swan, what?

I pressed talk, putting the phone to my ear, "Hello?" there was noise like an engine.

"Don't leave him, she is alive, were coming to you. There will be others to help, but make sure nothing happens to him and make sure to bring him 30 miles east of the house. Everything depends on this." the call ended very fast. The voice I didn't recognize, but the message was clear.

I closed and pushed the phone into my pocket, this was serious. I quickly moved over to Edward, gently propping him up to sit up. His head rolled back aimlessly, body limp as a rag doll.

"What are you doing?" Bree interjected.

"We have to move him." I fully lifted him, he was so fragile, like ice under pressure he would brake so easily.

"Why Alistair, I though you said he was gone."

"This isn't just about the boy, if he dies so does Isabella. If she is gone then most of the vampire populace will suffer." I moved to the door, kicking it open. "There's going to be more of our kind coming to protect him so we need to hurry." with that said I ran to the east with the boy. I heard Bree behind me, as we were almost to the spot I was told to go.

The sounds I heard made me slow, we weren't alone. We came to a clearing in the forest to find a mated pair holding each other, saying sweet things to each other. They turned their heads toward us as soon as they heard us. The male had corn silk hair with bright topaz eyes, he growled furiously at our presence. The female stared at Edward in my arms, she quickly got up to move toward us. She was instantly stopped by the male, being rapped in his arms pulled her to him securely.

"Carlisle that's my son!" she pushed at him. "Please! I'm safe, just please!" she pleaded to him, placing her hand on his cheek. "I love you, let me go." she whispered urgently.

The male, Carlisle, let her go but moved right behind of her, growling quietly in warning at me and Bree. She moved a a few feet away from us, with an horrified expression.

"My god, Edward!" she moved closer to him, but the hiss from Carlisle stopped her. He must be newly mated to her for acting that way.

"What happened?!" she held onto Carlisle's hand tightly, as she peered at the broken boy. She looked so worried and frantic for him, her feelings obviously were effecting her mate, he looked torn between defensive growling and empathetic whines for his mate.

"Some how he started a mating bond with Isabella Swan, even though she was thousands of miles away. He doesn't have much longer."

"Isabella Swan?" Carlisle spoke for the first time since I say him. "I saw her not too long ago. After she used her talent on me, she looked to be in pain, but I had no idea." We all looked down at Edward.

"She told me to bring him here, that there are others coming to help bring Isabella to him soon." With that said, we heard noises from the far end of the clearing, there looked like to be forty vampires moving forward, some with mates next to them.

A male with dirty blonde hair moved in front of them, he looked to be covered in scars with aged red eyes. "Someone call the Calvary?"