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CHAPTER 35.

"I love you, Edward Cullen." I whispered to him that night. He had let down some of his boundaries and allowed me to take his shirt off. In return, I let him sidle into my bed. I knew he'd alert me if Charlie were waking up.

"I'm helpless around you Bella. I love you, too." He kissed me, and bought the kiss further, so he landed on top of me. He was careful not to crush me, as I kissed him back. But – sadly – that's all we did.

That was the night from Hell.

I woke up feeling unnaturally cold, and my body was stiff, my clothes were soaked through. I sat up and saw that Edward had gone . . .

Understatement. Everything was gone. My room, my new stuff – Edward had bought me a brilliant laptop, I told you he's crazy – basically, the whole house was just . . . gone.

I stood up and looked around. I saw that I was somewhere in the woods, far away from home. I couldn't hear the cars on the road, and I could barely hear the sound of the river. Something clicked in my mind. A single word and a single name.

Christine. Slut.

I smelt her sweet scent all over me. I wasn't wearing much. Just my trakkies and a baggy t-shirt, the same stuff I had been wearing the night before.

I started to panic. I walked quickly around, waiting for a sound, any sound.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!! That's all I could think of. In how much SHIT I was. I walked around in circles, trying to find a way out.

I twig snapped and I whirled to face the source of the sound. My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn't scream, run, or just call out for help.

Nobody would hear.

The big russet coloured wolf stepped out of the trees, its eyes round and sad. It came to lie in front of me, and I kneeled, kissing its long fur and whispering, "You came back! I can't believe you came back!" the wolf rumbled happily.

I recalled that this wasn't the first time he came when I was in trouble or just plain lonely. The wolf appeared to have read my mind, because it looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of his and nuzzled my stomach.

"Yeah, wolf, I'm hungry and lonely and . . . scared." the wolf looked up at me with sad eyes and I smiled. I stroked his fur, thinking crazily about a way out. Howling came from deep in the forest – funny how I could know it was deep in the forest when I had no idea where I was.

I wanted to scream and call for Edward, but as I searched my pockets, I felt they were empty.

My phone was gone, my purse was gone, and so was everything else. The bitch had abandoned me in the forest with nothing!

I lay back onto the grass and choked back the tears. Edward would be here. He would come looking for me, of course he will.

I yelped as the wolf bit my arm.

"Hey! What you playing at??" I yelled. The wolf rumbled and nipped at my arm again. This time though, it caught me around the arms and slung me onto its back. I shrieked and tried to get off, but the wolf was running through the forest. If I jumped now, I would break a hell of a lot of bones! I held on tight as we slashed through branches and bushes. A piece of tree cut my arm and I gritted my teeth together, blanking out the pain.

The river came into view, and I yelled, "Stop! STOP! Don't you dare!" too late. The wolf jumped into the river, spraying droplets of freezing water all over me. I yelped again as the droplets of water became a torrent. By the time we made it to the other side, my shirt was halfway see through and my trousers stuck to me, freezing into place. My teeth chattered uncontrollably, and I felt numb all way round. The wolf sped through the remaining forest, breaking through into the rain when we approached outside land. I looked up, shivering, to where he had carried me.

I saw a big white mansion, and then I blacked out.

EDWARDS POV.

I took Bella to my house.

That's right. I'm the big wolf that comforted Bella when she'd been alone. Carlisle finally found out what was wrong with me and why my temper turned into something so scary.

When Carlisle had turned me in to one of them, I had been previously attacked by a man. Our blood had mixed, and I had turned halfway between werewolf and vampire. That's how I caught the influenza.

It wasn't really influenza. I was changing, and all the medicines they gave me had stopped me from turning into a full werewolf. Carlisle had bit me, and I turned into a vampire.

So I was a vampire/werewolf.

It's as crazy as that. I wanted to yell, and smash things up. I wanted to scream and hurt somebody – possibly the man that had turned me into such a monster. I had run into the forest and let the 'animal' instincts take over, turning me into a massive dog. I was disgusted at myself, but when I found Bella in the woods . . . she loved the big wolf, so I made myself go to her and make her happy.

She was out cold by the time we got home. Her lips were tinged with blue and I changed quickly. I was soaked through but couldn't feel the cold. I kissed her lips, bringing back some colour to her cheeks, and carried her inside.

I took her to my room and laid her down, covering with as many blankets as I could find. She was shivering all over the place, so I turned the heater in my room on maximum and closed the door.

I went for the kill.

"CHRISTINE!" I yelled.

"What?" she appeared at the end of the corridor, her blonde curls falling over one shoulder.

"What are you playing at you stupid bitch?" I grabbed her arms and shook her.

"Huh? What you on about?"

"You took Bella out in the middle of the night to a forest and LEFT.HER.THERE?" I punctuated every word with a slam of a fist on the balustrade.

She looked scared, and Carlisle came up the stairs to see what the commotion was about. I had left a great dent on the railing.

"Stay away from Bella, and me. You got it?" she nodded her head, and her lower lip trembled. I knew her game, but I didn't want to play.

I turned and stalked from the corridor, down the stairs and out of the house into the back garden. I fell to my knees and looked up at the sky. One day, Bella would be one of those shining stars.

My mother used to tell me how all the people we loved that had died, became one of the stars, there souls shining out to guide us. I always imagined my mother as the brightest, most beautiful star in the sky.

I felt Christine come out after me and I growled.

"I'm sorry Edward."

"Go away."

"Edward, listen!"

"If you don't go away, I'll make you." I murmured. She left, leaving the familiar scent behind.

Carlisle came out next. I knew he had visited Bella.

"Edward, she isn't good. She's . . ."

"Dying." I whispered.

"I'm afraid so. She had caught pneumonia when she had been left outside by . . . Christine. You splashing through the water didn't help. There's only one option left-''

"No. no, Carlisle. Please, anything but that." I begged. I couldn't. I WOULDN'T. It was going to be too hard. What if . . .

"Edward, she'll die otherwise. I don't want Chief Swan to come home and find her daughter dead and I . . . want you to be happy. I don't want you to die right behind her, Edward. I know how it feels to lose someone you love." My whole body racked as unshed tears fought there way to the surface. Carlisle wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair, murmuring, "Ssh, it's OK. I'm here, it's OK, everything is going to be fine."

I sobbed, and tears flowed down my cheeks. I touched the wet tracks and looked at my wet fingers, amazed by how human I looked. And felt.

I stood up and went to my room, where Bella lay.