I do not own twilight – Stephenie Meyer does!

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Bella's POV

When I finally managed to tear myself away from Edward, I saw that Jacob was gone. I felt absolutely terrible, I really had used him. I'd conned myself into think that I did love him when I didn't.

God, I was just as bad as Tanya Denali.

There was a muffled, heartbroken sob from somewhere very close, and after a questionable look at Edward, I realised with shock that it was me.

Edward was instantly concerned, "What's wrong, love?" He whispered into my ear, causing me to shiver. "Its okay, its okay."

Oh yeah, sure.

My fiancé had a stalker who kept blaming him for things he didn't do.

I'd convinced myself that I was in love with my old best friend, when I knew that I did love him, I just wasn't in love with him. So therefore, I'd lead him on.

And just to top it all off, my mother absolutely loathed my fiancé and one and only love.

Everything was just peachy.

"Jake…" was all I managed to get out before I broke into another fit of violent sobs.

Edward looked worried, "Do you want me to go after him?"

I sighed, "No, its okay, thank you," I said.

"If you're sure," he still didn't look convinced, I nodded. "OK, then. I've got to go back to the house, sort some things out. You're room will be there whenever you want to move in again. Maybe tomorrow would be better, since it's nearly dark."

I startled, and unwound myself from the protective circle of his arms,
"Hold on," I said, "Do you think my mothers really going to let me stay there after the other day? She's probably going to break off the engagement, for heaven's sake!"

Edward smiled, "Don't worry about it, love," he insisted. "I'll sort it out."

"But-"

"Bella, don't worry."

"But-"

"Now, go get you're clothes and belongings and we'll go, I'll handle you're mother," Edward whispered, kissing me softly.

After that, my will was pretty much crumbled. I gave up, because I knew there was no use arguing and we hopped into Edward's carriage and he dropped me off at my house before riding home.

I bustled upstairs, careful not to wake mother, who was asleep in the main lounge, and rushed to my room to pack my stuff.

Again.

So, you can imagine the shock I got when the door opened for me to reveal Alice.

She jumped off my bed, eyeing my choice of garments disgustedly.

"We'll change you later. Gosh, don't you know how to use a closet?! All that reading you do, you'd think that there'd at least be one document paper on clothing coordination!" She sighed disapprovingly. "Anyway, we've got to go Bella! Edward's life is in horrid peril!"

My eyes widened, "What?!" I gasped, flinging myself out of the room and down the stairs.

Alice said, rushing after me – rather quick for someone so tiny and pixie-like –, "It's Tanya, she wants revenge."

When we arrived, I ran as fast as I could – tripping on about every second step – up the stairs and into the large library where Alice said they would be.

The tall strawberry blonde stood somewhat triumphantly over a bleeding Edward, and I wanted to scream.

But I didn't, because I knew that it would not help the situation much.

"You bitch!" I yelled at Tanya, attempting to snatch the weapon from her hand and we fell to the floor in the desperate fight to seize the knife.

I heard the light footsteps of Alice and somebody yelling orders as she tried desperately to revive Edward.

I saw a large figure that I guessed was Emmett grasp Tanya from the back of her skimpy dress and a tall man I presumed was from security took her away.

I rushed over to Edward; he lay on the floor, looking broken and weak.

Blood gushed down his face – the nurse's attempts to slow the constant flow were clearly in vain – and his pulse slowed and finally ceased to exist underneath my hands.

"No, no, no!" I cried heartbrokenly, tears flowing down my face. "This can't be happening! Edward!"

I collapsed forward onto his silent, cold body and clasped one of his large hands with all the strength I had left. "Edward, I love you," I whispered into his chest.

Leaning over his muscled arm, I kissed his pale lips helplessly and – I must have been imagining it – but I could have sworn that they grew warmer under my own.

I stared at him, not sure what to do – if there wasn't even anything I could do. Which there wasn't.

I was silently begging to hear just one word from him. Anything, absolutely anything!

His lips slowly turned up at the corners and his pulse flared ferociously back to life underneath my limp hands.

Edward's eyelids slowly lifted and his gentle, crooked smiled grew more pronounced,

"I love you, too." He whispered, and kissed me sweetly, he laughed lightly, "You saved me."

I rested my head on his chest, "And you saved me."