Disclaimer: I've fallen off a cliff and I can't seem to get up. I still don't own Twilight.

Yeah, I know its been forever. I've been SUPER busy. I'll try to update more often though, my goal is at least every other weekend. Hopefully I'll have the rest of my stories updated by the end of tomorrow, or today considering it's one o'clock in the morning. There's one more chapter left in this story, then I'll do a sequel.

Chapter 19

Blood

I came crashing through the doors with a loud slam. I ran through the kitchen and caught my foot on a chair leg, I fell to the floor with a thud, biting my lip on impact, warm blood pooled in my mouth, I gagged and swallowed, if I spit it out it would have been worse. Without feeling anything, I stood, wiping my lip with my finger tips, and bracing myself on the wall.

It took me only moments to start running again, Victoria could have hidden the note anywhere. I tore the house up looking for it. And still with everything out of drawers and boxes I stopped looking empty handed.

I collapsed on the couch sobbing, I had found nothing in the house, Henry was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. It was over. And then I felt it underneath me, Henry's jacket, the soft tan color that I had been wrapped up in more then once. Inside the jacket was what I had been looking for. Inside the note, in messy handwriting was scrawled:

The Empty Warehouse on Fifth

I walked halfway to the doorway before I stopped myself, there was something I needed to do before it was over, because it was over, I knew it was over, but before it was done I needed to make sure he understood what had happened, because otherwise he never would, otherwise he would blame himself. So I started to write:

Dear Edward,

The truth is I can't forget, I will never forget you. I love you, and I love Henry. Both in different but equally beautiful ways, sometimes it gets so overwhelming that I feel like in each passing minute I lose some of myself to my feelings. But you know what I have realized? Love isn't enough. It doesn't move mountains, and it can't drain the ocean, it just makes people feel a little less hollow. My love can't protect him. Not from her. So I'll have to give up something else. I'll have to give up my body, that's what she truly wants. My death. Victoria has Henry. And she'll probably kill him even if I do go, but I can't just let him die. It's my fault he's even involved. Besides, a world without you or Henry is not a place I want to live in. I love you. I wish love was enough to bring me back, all those months when I first met Henry, and warn him about me. But even if I could do so I don't know if I would have done anything differently, Henry was someone I needed to know, to love. I hope you can understand that.

Be safe.

Love,

Bella

I folded my body, soul, and heart away in that letter, I set it out on the kitchen table in plain view, if he came in a moment too soon he would stop me, I could only hope that by the time Cullen eyes read that letter it would be too late. I brushed it with my finger tips, and a tear trickled out of the corner of my right eye, falling onto the paper. I hugged myself, pulling my jacket tighter, and walked out of the house. I didn't look back, if I did it would have been too easy to stay.

I navigated the car seamlessly, I had driven the trail dozens of times but always with a different destination in mind. A CD Henry had made for me playing weakly in the background. I didn't cry. There was nothing left to cry about.

I had nothing left to lose.

The warehouse loomed in front of me, it had been abandoned on the outskirts of town for years. As I got out of the car my legs gave out for a second and I had to lean on the car for a momment, but I took a deep breath and stood up, walking quickly and pushing the door open with the palm of my hand.

I saw him first. Lying there on the cement floor, he turned at the sound of me screaming his name, and he winced, as I ran for him, falling to my knees and bracing myself on his blood soaked T-shirt, "Henry," I breathed, "oh god Henry. Oh god.

His eyes fluttered as the looked at me, "Bella," he sputtered, "What are you . . ." He winced as he tried to sit up, I pushed him down gently, "Bella, you shouldn't be here, Bella get out of here she's crazy." I was too busy, pulling off my coat and wrapping it around him, to hear the heels on the pavement.

"Oh trust me you darling little boy, Bella knows how crazy our kind can be," I whipped around and saw her before she grabbed my shoulders, stepping over him gracefully and pressing me against the wall, Henry cried out as he felt me being wrenched out of his arms, and I gasped as all the air left my body, I found myself able to gasp out some syllables, "Let him go . . . he doesn't know . . . he doesn't have anything to do with-"

"Would it hurt you," she hissed, slamming me against the wall and whispering in my ear, "would it hurt you if I smashed his wind pipe with my heel. I wouldn't even feel it, but I'm sure you would. Do you know how easy it would be?" Smiling she tossed me across the floor, I hit the wall and stars danced across my eyes, liquid pooled in my eyelid dripping from a cut in my forehead, the cut in my lip opened and I gagged on my own blood, I couldn't feel my right leg, and breathing was becoming difficult.

She giggled, as she looked down at Henry, "But that would only hurt you," she whispered, "and I'm looking to hurt that ex of yours," She kicked Henry in the chest, before stepping over him and walking towards me. I knew he had blacked out, that he was dying, I didn't know where she had hurt him, but there was so much blood, he couldn't have had much more time.

She kneeled over me, "For James it was death, you took him from me quickly, but for your Edward, I think I would like something a little more painful," she whispered, I couldn't move, everything in my body was going numb, and soon I would die, I closed my eyes gently.

And she slapped me hard across the cheek, "It is rude not to look at others when they are speaking to you Isabella, please refrain from shutting your eyes until I give you permission. As I was saying, the only thing that would upset your beloved more then your death would be internal death, the death of the soul. The thing he fears most for you."

My eyes were open now and I looked at her with shock, before trying to choke out something that was supposed to sound like no, but before I could she grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards, with one hand she held my neck in position, and with the other she traced the vein, "Smile Isabella, this is what you wanted remember? Isn't wonderful when you get everything you ever wanted." She smiled at me bitterly. And then she bit down.

The pain shot lights into my skull, blood seeped down into my shirt drenching me, and tears dripped down my face, I couldn't breath, but I found myself screaming. I didn't know if she would stop and I didn't know if I wanted her to. Was this what I had wanted? Maybe long ago, I could practically feel the venom starting to flood my veins, she injecting a great amount, and I knew that this time there would be no escape, no quick rescue, I had set myself up for this, dug my own grave, or lack there of. I see it all flash through my mind, all the things I wanted, all the things I could have had. Henry. The life I could have had with him. College, jobs, cities, apartments, bills, marriage, kids, houses, suburbs, middle aged, grandkids, retirement, being old, death, life. And I wanted it all. Everything. I wanted my life to be with him. And now all I would have a forever without him.

And in that moment I wished for death.

But she pulled away. She let me go, seperating herself from my neck, she smiled. Blood was dripping from her chin and she caught in her hand, licking it away she moaned, "I've been practicing for you Isabella, but your blood . . . I don't know how that vamp of yours is able to resist."

I heard her in a different world, I felt like my neck was on fire, I reached with my hand but Victoria swatted it away, "Don't try to hurt yourself Isabella, besides I have to leave you somewhere your boyfriend can't find you. As much as I'd like him to see you violent and begging for blood, my other plan is so much sweeter. We'll let him decide how to dispose of the human."

The pain was becoming so great that I was unable to think about anything else. I had this feeling I was being dragged. Henry. No. I was getting farther and farther away from him, I tried to thrash, tried to break free, but there was nothing I could do, the pain was tearing into me, burning me from the inside out, doing the wave throughout my body, so everything hurt. I couldn't move anymore. I felt an engine purring to life and was lurched forward, and then the bliss of blackness covered my eyelids.

I can't fight the pain.

Try to remember Henry.

Try to remember Edward.

Try to fight. Try to fight.

Can't fight the pain.

Too tired to fight anymore.

Yes, I've done another cliffhanger. Is anyone surprised? Anyway hoped you liked it. One more chapter to go.

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