I wrote this on Saturday night… freezing my butt off in the middle of the countryside!

I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters

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Carlisle's POV

I could see Alice's small form ahead of me as I tore up our drive. Somehow, I had managed to catch up to her. She noticed me, and slowed down, so I came alongside her. She knew we had more chance against those werewolves if we were together.

"What do we do?" she said, her voice trembling. I could see her body almost vibrating with the desire to run inside and fight, but she made the effort to stand there because we needed a plan.

"You get Jasper and Esme, I'll hold off the werewolves for as long as possible," I answered quickly.

Alice's face went blank, wiped of emotion- she was having a vision.

"Edward will be here in five minutes," she said, then turned and bolted into the house, me on her heels.

Bella's POV

I felt shocked and scared, and confused overall. My mind was a myriad of emotions.

I looked sideways through my lashes at Edward, who was driving. His sleeve was pushed up to the elbow on the arm that steered the wheel, and I could see the pattern of his purplish veins through the alabaster skin.

"You don't have any blood in you, do you?" I whispered.

"Only a little," Edward replied. "More after I hunt."

Then he went silent, and I watched him, his eyes fixed on the road. Breaking all the speed limits, he drove so fast. I knew that if I looked out the window I would be sick, so I looked at him instead. He was perfect from his tousled bonze hair down to his stylish trainers.

My eyes travelled from his hair down to his cheekbones, and across his cheeks to his golden eyes. They were clouded now, burning with anger and stress. I reached towards him and ran my fingertips down his cheek. He sighed deeply, leaning into my touch.

A smile graced his lips, lightening his face until he looked like an angel. My angel.

And then I felt a feeling I'd never felt before, starting in my stomach and sweeping through me in a wave. My thighs became warm, my body tingling. I looked away embarrassed, out the window. I wanted Edward… I needed him.

"Bella?" Edward asked, looking at me.

I stared into my lap. Every cell of my body screamed out for physical contact with him, to feel those white hands exploring my body, to feel his cool skin on mine.

His voice was soft and pleading, "Tell me what's wrong."

"It's nothing," I said, the telling blush creeping up my cheeks.

Edward smiled wider and cupped my face in a hand, feeling the warmth of my blood burning under his hand. I could feel the pulse of my blood pumping in my temples, my lips, and my chest. My lips were throbbing to feel his.

Edward grabbed my chin and turned me so I could do nothing but look at him. My gaze locked with his, and I stared into the smouldering godliness of his eyes. They were pure gold- melting me.

Edward's hand travelled from my chin down my neck, stroking me lightly with the back of his hand. I moaned quietly in longing, so softly I'm not sure if he heard.

He drew back the next second, and put his hand back on the wheel. He was silent for a few seconds, but then an impish smile broke across his face.

"So that's it," he muttered to himself.

"What?" I asked, deeply suspicious.

"I know what's wrong," he said, his eyes twinkling.

Oh no, I thought. I stayed silent until he spoke again.

"You want me," he said, a smile in his voice, "You feel a desire—"

"Edward!" I cut him off, "Is that really a topic for a time like this?"

"—A wish, craving, longing—" he carried on.

"Stop it!" I said, pulling away from him and looking at my shoes. I could feel my cheeks burning with blush.

Edward was silent for a few seconds more. When his spoke again, his voice was low and velvety. "It's alright, Bella," he whispered. "I want you too."

I turned slowly to look at him. His eyes were begging my forgiveness, burning with passion. My heart skipped a beat.

"Bella," Edward said, "I love you."

My breath caught in my throat, and escaped through my parted lips in a whoosh.

"But," I said quietly, my voice no louder than a whisper, "Well, if that's true… then, uh, would it be, you know, possible, to do… that?"

Edward looked back at the road, his expression thoughtful. "I don't know," he whispered. "I don't know the limits of my self control."

"But… couldn't we…" I trailed off.

"Couldn't we…?" Edward pressed.

"You know, try?" I said timidly, worried about what reaction he would have.

He closed his eyes for a brief second, opening them just before I shouted at him to watch the road or we would crash.

"You don't know how much I want to…" he started in a pained voice, but his tone made me think he would say 'no'.

"Please," I said, leaning closer to him. My eyelashes fluttered.

He turned to look at me. Big mistake. Once he looked into my puppy dog eyes, he couldn't resist. And didn't want to.

"Yes," he said breathlessly. "Yes."

"We can try?"

"Yes," he whispered again.

I kissed him lightly on the cheek and he turned back to the road, slamming on the accelerator so that we could reach the house faster.

Carlisle's POV

As soon as I heard her scream, my mind stopped and horror filled my heart.

Esme, Esme, ESME!

I heard the grating, screeching sound that filled the lawn and my legs went into auto-drive. I felt myself shoot across the path and straight through the open door to our house.

The first thing I saw was the young boy who looked about fifteen who was propped against the wall, lying in a pool of his own blood. I could see a shard of glass stuck in the back of his head.

I took in the scene before me in a millisecond- the werewolves at the top of the stairs, Jasper immobile on the landing, Alice tearing up the stairs towards them, and Esme.

"ESME!" I yelled, bolting after Alice.

The werewolves froze and turned to look at us. Their piggy eyes widened in shock, which switched to anger after a second. My emotion to match theirs crashed through me a second later, and I leapt forward, snarling.

As one, they attacked, forcing me backwards. I snapped at their necks, missing by a mere inch as they twisted to avoid me. I felt one lunge forward to grab at my leg, but I jumped, landing behind him. I yanked his arm behind him and in a sickening snapping noise it broke, splattering blood everywhere. I could hear Alice screaming behind me, dragging Jasper and Esme away, towards the door. I could hear my name being screamed over and over again, and recognized the pain-filled voice to be my mate's.

Anger barrelled through me, and I head butted the werewolf closest to me, sending him flying backwards over the banister. He landed at the bottom of the stairs, right behind Alice, and sprung forward.

"ALICE!" I screamed, and at she twisted round with a yell. Jumping forward, she latched onto the back of the werewolf, and began slamming her fists as hard as she could on his head, while the werewolf twisted and turned, trying to buck her off.

My eyes swept the room… there was the werewolf, still in boy form, a shard of glass in the back of his head. There was another wolf that had been bitten in the neck, and he was bellowing in pain, his body twisting and squirming on the ground. There was Alice and the werewolf she was fighting right now. There was the russet wolf that had collapsed right in front of my feet. His neck was at an odd angle, like it had been snapped. And there were the two wolves in front of me.

With an animal roar, they leapt forward, the largest catching me between his paws. We flew through the air, and slammed into the ground. I tried to get up straight away, but the combined weight of two werewolves on top of me was too heavy. One had his paw jammed between my shoulder blades, the other paw pressing my face into Esme's carpet. I snarled and twisted, but the pressure on my back kept me pressed against the floor. Reaching behind me with an arm, I swiped in any direction I could reach. One of the werewolves emitted a cough-like bark, which sounded like laughter. And then they shared a look, which silently said, finish him off!

I looked out of the corner of my eye, madly searching for some way of escape. I could see Alice still in combat with the other werewolf, and then my eyes travelled right. I could see Jasper's body, and my eyes fell finally on Esme. I groaned as I saw her motionless, one-armed, one eared, and with half of her left leg torn off. Her top was shredded, and I could see the cotton of her bra showing, and the deep trenches in her stomach where the werewolves had torn pieces out of her. I screamed her name- once, twice.

Suddenly, she rolled over, and slumped against the ground. Her body was twitching, like it needed the other pieces to function normally. I caught her gaze, and she screamed my name. Then, slowly and surely, she began to drag herself across the floor towards me.

I beckoned with my eyes- No, no! Don't come! Get away now! Save yourself!

But she ignored me, sliding forward slowly. Her face was contorted in pain, and ever so often, she would let out a low moan.

I heard a bellow from above me, and twisted my head to try and look up. Then I felt a massive blow to the back of my head- they were going to kill me!

"NO!" I bellowed. I couldn't save Esme dead!

I thrashed about on the floor, but with another coughing bark, they pressed me harder against the ground. I could hear the floorboards beginning to crack. My fist made contact with fur, and with a yelp, one of the weights holding me went. I struggled to get up, but the werewolf growled and grabbed my arm, pulling it behind me and pinning it against my back. I struggled again, and a piercing screeching filled my ears. I felt my arm being torn from my body, and screamed at the loss of it.

And then I heard a massive bang, and heard a whistle as a massive piece of furniture- I recognized it as the sofa- flew over my head. It collided with the werewolf on top of me, and threw him off me. I looked up, and saw a silhouette framed in the light from the doorway. My body shook with relief- it was Edward.

I jumped up, and ran towards Esme, picking her and her body parts up and racing towards Edward. I swept my arm off the floor, and hauled Jasper into my arms too.

"Thank you," I whispered to Edward.

He nodded. "Take Esme and Jasper and get out of here," he ordered. I was about to protest, but the look he gave me silenced me. "Bella is in the car. Take that and drive away as fast as you can. I'll ring you when it's safe."

And with that, he turned towards Alice and the remaining three werewolves who were still in fighting state.

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