A/NOkay, please don't kill me for the shortness, I know that this chapter isn't even 1000 words, so so so sorry... but, the next chapter will be better and all... please, bare with me a little longer, the climax of the story is arriving, and it's going to take me a lot longer to write it when it gets to that. So, here's chapter nine, enjoy!

Disclaimer As much as I'd like the rights to Twilight for my birthday or Christmas, I'm not going to get them, because Queen Meyer is far to greedy to share. jk about the greedy thing, but she still won't share them with me... maybe it's because I haven't asked... .

Chapter Nine

Tearless Cries

E POV

When the conversation with Carlisle ended, I closed my phone. This vampire knew everything about Bella, and worst of all, Alice had had a vision of him drawing Bella. I didn't care about the history of his existence, all I cared about was that I get my Bella back, and as soon as she was, that monstrosity was going to die the most painful death, I would make it even more painful then his transformation.

He had kissed Bella earlier—I had seen it in his thoughts. But, after that, nothing came from him except, saying idiotic remarks like: Hey, Edward, I've got your girl, and I'm not going to give her back. And stuff like, I'm blocking you from my thoughts, what are you going to do now? It just made me want to kill him all the more. This guy was such an idiot, provoke the enemy! Not such a smart idea, especially when the enemy has more vampires on his side.

Images of Bella asleep started flowing into my mind through his. She was so beautiful, and the fact that if I tried to get her back, and she might get hurt because of it, nearly killed me.

Why did Bella have to attract so much danger in her life? It seemed impossible for her to go a week without getting hurt.

Hours passed and finally Carlisle and the others arrived, waiting for them had been like rubbing salt in an open wound for a human to me. Except, worse. Much worse.

"Edward?" Esme called, when she found me—In what I thought might have been a living room a very long time ago when a family lived here—she ran an embraced me, tighter then she ever had before.

"We'll get her back, Edward, no one messes with my little sister." Emmett said, while Rosalie was looking anywhere but me. I knew she didn't hate Bella, she just… didn't want this life for her, and neither did I. But still, Rosalie didn't understand me.

Sometimes she would lash out at me and say something along the lines of; "God damn it, Edward! Quit your sulking, if you don't change her, she'll die. And if you go ahead and try to kill yourself again, then you've got another thing coming for you!"

Images of Bella were popping into Alice's mind very quickly, I knew she had to be having a vision, I mean, it was obvious since Jasper was holding her in his arms, trying to keep her from falling.

After what seemed like hours, the vision ended. Alice's visions never really made much sense to me, so I had to ask her what it was about, but Carlisle beat me to the punch.

"Alice, what is it? What have you seen?" Alice looked over to me with a sad expression on her face, she would have been crying if she were human. I almost didn't want to look into her thoughts.

Almost.

In her thoughts, Bella stood over me with a menacing look on her face, but… Bella was sobbing for me to come back right next to me… No. This couldn't be… it had to be, though. This was what that scoundrel was planning! He's drawing Bella and then he's going to use her appearance to fool me; who would hurt an angel?

Him. He would hurt Bella, and this was probably the best way to hurt her, hurting me. I still didn't like it one bit that Bella would die for me; for anyone in my family, even if it was just to not get caught or something, she was ready to throw it all away. Alice was explaining her vision through choked—tearless—sobs. When she was finished Carlisle shared his plan.