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Chapter Twenty One

There is something wrong.

I feel it in my bones.

I can smell it in the woods.

The last few days were blissful and perfect in so many ways.

Kissing.

Laughing.

Smiling.

Everything.

At nights we lay together in her soft bed, reading a book or playing chess.

These are the moments I live for.

As I prepare her brunch, (since we had a chess match that lasted until quarter past two in the morning) Bella is taking a bath. I smell her distinctly – freesias, strawberries, and soap. I inhale it with the brunch I am making for her, which is a breaded chicken fillet with mayonnaise and buttered rice.

The Swan house, I decide, smells like home.

Crisp paper, old wood, and the human scent that will forever be part of the house.

The water from the shower turns off. I hear her shuffling around and the drops of water as they fall from her perfectly shaped body. Drip. Drop.

Naked Bella.

I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts.

It still lingers in the back of my mind, though.

Naked.

Perfect.

Beautiful.

Soft.

Bella.

"Ugh," I groan. I do not need an erection right now.

I hear the soft towel on her body, possibly drying her.

This is so wrong.

I move to get the orange juice from the fridge. I set it on the table and proceed to get a glass, putting it on the side of her plate.

I hear her shuffle to put her clothes on and, after few minutes, the bathroom door opens and Bella comes out, wearing a pale polo shirt and jeans. I am astonished, is she going somewhere today? Charlie is filling in for a police officer who gotten into an accident, leaving Bella and I all alone. I feel giddy with the thought.

She goes and takes her seat. Sipping a drink and then having a bite of food. She is chewing when she was gives me the thumbs up, saying that the food is great.

I tilt my head slightly; she looks like she is in a rush.

She drinks her orange juice again, gagging quite a bit. I get some napkins from the counter and hand them to her. There were drops of orange juice on her jaw, going painfully slowly down her neck to her left breast.

I shake my head.

This is just so wrong.

"Can I go to Jacob's, Jasper?" she asks. Her words are garbled because she spoke while her mouth is full. I can feel her nervousness.

I smile – I hope she does not notice how tight and clipped it is – and injected some serenity into her body. "Sure. You don't have to ask me you know," I say with tight lipped calm. "You can go."

"Great!" Bella says with a muffled voice.

She eats quite fast, grabs her keys, and drives off to La Push.

I continue to grow restless as the day goes on.

I tell myself that nothing is going to go wrong. That Bella is safe and sound in La Push. I shake my head and pull away the branch blocking my view. It is useless.

I smell some elk in the far west and decide to try to catch it. Momentarily making myself forget as I delve into my instincts to kill and drink the blood of the elk. I also hunt down a mountain lion and a mother grizzly bear.

As I am drinking the grizzly, I hear a scream far in the distance. I pull my head away from the neck of the dead animal in lightning speed.

The scream.

It is familiar.

I stretch my senses out, trying to hear and smell what is happening around the area.

I can hear leaves being blown away, small whimpers, and growls.

There are werewolves.

And then,

I smell it.

Oh God, help me.

The smell of Bella and another vampire.

There is nothing.

I am nothing.

I ran so fast that I think I could have beaten Edward.

I follow the scent of Bella and the vampire. The wolves are still quite far, but they are moving fast.

And in those moments, where everything is broken, where nothing is the same, I quietly pray. I am hoping that He hasn't forgotten me, even though I turned my back on Him so long ago.

Please, let Bella still be safe.

I beg of you.

I'll do anything, anything.

Anything.

Just make sure she's not hurt.

Please.

Oh God, please.

As I run I can hear growls, screams, and blood slowly dripping to the forest ground.

Oh please.

Please.

Please God.

I rip a big branch out of my way. I am so close, so close.

There.

I look at my surroundings for a nanosecond. Dead flowers, dead leaves, overgrown grasses. It distinctly reminds me of Edward's meadow.

And I realize it is because it has the faded smell of him in the area.

My heart broke, knowing that Bella has lied to me.

What is she doing here?

Why is she here?

There are so many questions unanswered, so many thoughts that I can't even name each one of them.

None of them matter, though.

Nothing.

Blood.

Screams.

Growls.

Coughs.

Bella.

No.

No.

NO!

I crouch low and spring onto the vampire.

I prayed.

I.

Prayed.

I bare my shiny, pointed teeth to the enemy.

I scratch him.

Break his arm.

I can hear faint cries in the distance.

It doesn't matter.

I roar and the whole meadow seems to shake. Birds fly away and bright green leaves fall to the ground.

I wish I could cry.

I wish I could kill this predator who is hurting Bella.

I wish Bella could hug me and make this pain go away.

Limbs are torn.

Teeth are used.

Venoms are spilled.

And I still could hear the screams and smell the blood.

I keep on tearing, kicking, and growling at the limp, dark body lying on the ground. Why is he limp? Why won't he stand up?

Why won't he beat me like he did to Bella?

I growl again and kick his side.

I do not hear the screams anymore.

I can only hear small, short whimpers coming from the dark corner where Bella sits. I turn my head to look at her. I can feel her fear, I can even smell it. Tears are running fast down her face. Blisters and cuts are on her arms, face, and legs. I can see her hair, sticky and messy. Her head is bleeding.

She gasps and whimpers again, looking away from me.

My heart has broken again.

I whimper, feeling dejected, and walk to where Bella sits.

She needs to go to the hospital.

Now.

I walk a bit faster, but still at a human pace so that I won't scare her.

She backs away into the tree and sobs.

I stop.

Does she not want me to help her?

Why is she so afraid of me?

Why does she look so broken?

The wolves are coming.

I can hear their breaths.

They are getting closer and closer by the second.

I need to get Bella out of the forest.

I jog up to her.

She sinks into the tree, hoping that she can just fade away.

There is no time to ask, no time to wonder.

I pick her up very carefully. I can see that she also has a broken hand.

Oh, Bella.

She whimpers again, hiding her face in my chest. I can feel the hot, wet tears dripping onto my shredded shirt.

So bloody.

So bruised.

For the first time in my vampire life, I want to cry.

But know it's impossible.

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