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Edward's POV
I've tried so hard to make things right ever since Bella's birthday. No one could imagine…you couldn't image…how I'm feeling.
I had to do what I did. She's safe now. That's everything to me. But I'm selfish. Her voice tears me apart every time I hear her in my mind, yelling for me to stay.
But really, I'm not feeling anything. The numbness envelops me like a drug, and the world is moving too fast.
"Sam!" I yelled, heading over to the spot he crashed into. The tree snapped in half, and Sam was sitting on the trunk like a throne.
His eyes were slightly crossed, and he was moaning. "What the…" he slurred, slowly rolling until he fell to the ground. I grabbed his arm, and threw him to his feet. He pushed me away.
"Do you see what I'm talking about? She can't be left out on a loose leash," I said.
He glared at me, but his shoulders seemed to sag. "Whatever."
"Then there's nothing to it," I said, and with that, I was running again, streaking through the forest like lightening. Sam was right behind me, his paws scraping against the dirt.
At first I was thinking that I've finally done something right. Max wouldn't get ripped to pieces. She would live, as well as Fang. They would all be fine.
Then I saw them.
Flying through the trees were robots, their faux skin stretched taunt over their rigid faces. I caught glimpses of machine humanoids slithering through the trees, they're dull glowing eyes all aimed at Max. Fang was nowhere to be seen.
"Max!" I yelled. "Get out of here!" In a moment I was pushing her away, but she held her ground.
"Me? Run from a fight? Your perfect head's screwed on the wrong way!" She pushed me, sending me back over two hundred feet before I ran back to her again.
"Besides," she confirmed, cracking her knuckles. "I've been dealing with this kind of crap since I was born, and believe me, I am not going into a cage ever again. Bet on that."
And then she jumped. Jumped higher than I've ever any vampire jump, scaling the trees, and going higher and higher…
Then from the back of her clothes—I could make out large slits cut into them—erupted wings, larger and more beautiful than anything I've ever seen on a bird. She flapped them once, grinning, and then she dove into the mass of robots, kicking and punching. The robots flew everywhere, barely able to protest as Max whipped this way and that. She seemed invincible. And she was.
Sam barked once, and I could here him thinking: We have to help. He blinked at me with those big eyes, and dove toward the trees, ripping into one robot as its hinges groaned feebly.
Robots were hitting me on the head as they crashed toward the ground, and I sensed a loud scraping noise from behind me. Whipping my hand around in a lethal fist, I took out one robot, sending it spinning in the earth. I sent out punches of my own, taking out fury I've never had into the watch works of robots left and right.
And just like that, it was over. Metal parts, and some other interesting appendages, were scattered across the hospital parking lot. I could hear police cars screeching, and I saw overweight policemen staring at us in shock, damn it.
"It's time to go," I said, before streaking into the trees. Max, and Sam were right behind me.
"Max, you go back to the house with Sam. Do whatever you want there. I'll be there after I'm finished." I looked at the sky. It was dark, the pinks, blues, reds and fiery oranges painted palely across the mass or air.
"Where are you going? I need to see if my family's okay!" Max halted, and I did too. I grasped her by the shoulders, and she flinched.
"Don't worry about that. I'll check for you.
"I'm going there anyways."
Iggy's POV
After the world drifted back toward sanity, I calmly wiggled out of the human/mutant sandwich. I could hear sniffles from everyone except Bella. She was still full out sobbing, her cries muffled by the pillow she threw over her face.
"Bella," I said gently. "Get some rest. You're going to need it after tonight." I could tell she was exhausted by the way her breathing sounded. It was drawn out, and totally irregular, and loud.
"Wh-what d-do you m-mean?" She stuttered. "I have to make you something." Weight was lifted from the bed--she was standing up.
"No, I'll do it. I may be a blind freak, but I'm also a blind freak that can whip up a mean crème brulee. Where's you dad?" I listened, but I couldn't hear anything.
"I don't know."
I listened. Nothing.
"He's not here. Nudge, come down and help me." I felt my way down the stairs and headed to the kitchen.
"Find some hot chocolate. She needs to calm down. Hot chocolate does wonders for that kind of stuff, you know."
"Okay." She shuffled through some stuff. "Oooh, there's a whole box full!"
"Is there milk? I don't want to use water."
"There's a couple gallons in the refrigerator."
"Excellent!" I said, rubbing my hands gleefully. We made some for everyone.
Balancing the cups between us, we slowly made our way upstairs, and were met with excited giggles. "O-kay, hot chocolate for everyone." I handed them out, and I could her cautious sips, and inhales. I put the last two cups on the dresser (don't even ask how I knew it was there, because I don't know), and heaved Bella under the covers. I gave her a cup mutely, and then took my own cup to the floor where I was supposed to sleep.
"Okay, guys, go to bed," I said, having already flicked off the lights. "We'll figure out everything tomorrow." I leaned up against the bed, and waited.
A couple of seconds, I heard three avian hybrids snoring.
Bella's breathing through the night was uneven. She twisted and turned for hours and hours. I smacked my head against the bed a couple of times. Then I listened. All was quiet.
Then came the screaming.
I was nodding off, you know, and it was about two or three in the morning. My eyes were closing…my breath was slowing…I was about to enter the world of ponies and pegasi…
An ear-splitting scream echoed throughout the room, and I jumped so high I hit the ceiling. Hard. "OW!"
I ran to the side of her bed. "Bella! Bella!" I started shaking her, hoping against hope that the kids would stay asleep. Nothing but her screaming entered my ears.
"Bella!"
Suddenly, the screaming was cut off, and turned to sobbing. Thin arms wrapped themselves around me. Bella's head leaned up against my chest as she continued to cry.
I leaned her up against the headboard, and I got myself comfortable. I mean, I'm great, I make freaking bombs and everything, but comforting people hasn't ever really been my forte. Except with Max. That was pure luck.
"Shh," I murmured. "It's okay. I'm here. No one's going to hurt you."
I could feel her head shaking, and slowly, the sobs turned to sniffles.
"See?" I said, wiping her tears with my thumb. "It's all good. Go back to sleep. Nothing's going to hurt you anymore, Bella, I'm keeping watch."
I was about to untangle myself from her grasp, but she whispered brokenly, "Wait."
I froze.
"Please stay," she begged. "I can't…he's not…this is the first time… I'm alone..." She started sobbing again. And then hiccupped. "Please stay with me."
I thought about it for a second. It was a miracle the kids haven't woken up, and Charlie wasn't back yet. Nudge'll probably go ballistic, but…
"Yeah, I'll stay." I sat on the bed again, and put my feet up. She stretched, and put my head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her, feeling totally awkward. After a couple of seconds, her breathing slowed for the first time all night. Her shoulders relaxed up against me. She was asleep.
Well, that's just great for her and all, but here I am, in her bed, stuck, in the middle of the night. Not getting a wink of sleep. A crappy picture to paint, in my opinion. I mean, what the hell would I have to say to Nudge—
The window creaked open. I sat bolt upright, listening. Bella's arms slid off me, but she didn't wake up. My ears pricked, I sat as still as granite.
"Iggy," someone whispered next to my ear.
Instantly my arm shot out, connecting with stone. I almost cussed out loud, but instead I cradled my hand, cursing every bad word in the book. And some that weren't in the book. I was cursing because of my hand. Dead giveaway, right?
But I was also as mad as fire.
Because Edward—the stupid, idiot thing called Edward—was standing right next to me, not breathing, and not saying a word.
Edward's POV
He looked upset. He was looking at me, but his eyes were the palest blue. Yet his blindness did not stop him from staring straight into my coal, unfeeling, not beating heart.
"Get out," he ordered without preamble.
"I can't."
"Well, why not? You shouldn't be here. Don't you realize what you've done to her? She started screaming in the middle of the night! She's torn apart! You should get out and stay gone!" His voice rose to a strangled whisper.
I glanced at Bella, who seemed to be smiling in her sleep. "Edward," she whispered.
My heart ripped open.
"Please," I begged, my voice cracking. Not like it mattered. "Please let me talk to her."
His eyebrows raised, Iggy scrutinized me for a second, which hurt a lot more than if he did have eyes. Those pale blue irises made my heart quicken with guilt.
"Don't wake her up," he finally ordered, before walking away to the farthest point of the room. Plopping himself down, he watched me blindly.
Tearing my eyes away from him, I gazed at Bella, who was still smiling. I slowly settled my self on the bed, and laid next to her. I cradled her head in my arms, and she didn't wake up.
"Bella," I whispered. "I'm so sorry."
She sighed. "Why did you leave?" she moaned, burying her face in my clothing. My eyes were burning.
"Bella, I—I—" I curled my fingers through my hair, trying to rip it out. "I love you so much, Bella," I said, my voice cracking again. "I love you. I don't want you too…I would never forgive myself if—"
"Edward…" Bella murmured. "I love you…how could you leave me alone?"
"It's for the best. I shouldn't have ever met you. I shouldn't have spoken to you…" My heart turned to ice. Bella's breathing became irregular.
"Edward…" Iggy muttered. "She's going to freak out."
That's when she started screaming again, so loud that everyone woke up, wide awake. What ws so different about, this scream, was that she was crying out, "Don't leave! Don't leave me alone!" Her eyes were fluttering.
"What the…" Gazzy muttered.
"What's happening?" Nudge sat up, rubbing her eyes.
I stared, uncomprehending.
"Get out! GET OUT OF HERE!" Iggy yelled, pushing me. "You're killing her!"
My eyes snapped toward him.
Bella gasped, and started sobbing, crying into the pillow.
"Bella…" I muttered so low she couldn't here me. But all of a sudden she froze. She raised her head.
"Get out…" Iggy hissed, sitting on the bed beside her.
I slipped out the window. Staring at nothing for a moment, I stood in Bella's yard, wishing I could die. Bella…my god…my god!
And with that, I destroyed half the forest.
Oooooo, that's pretty intense.
Just saying.
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