CHAPTER 37.
I watched her sleeping form dreading every breath she took, thinking it could be her last one. I kneeled by her bed, stroking her hair and murmuring nonsense in her ear, all the way tears trickled down my face. At the end, I gave up and sobbed into her too-cold shoulders. Christine had killed her. At the end, she did it.
The whole family came in behind me. Emmett stood behind me, a comforting hand on my shoulder. Tanya was yelling at Christine outside the room.
Bella gasped and groaned in pain. Carlisle jumped forward and shook my shoulder.
"Edward, do it! Do it now before it is too late!" he hissed.
"I c-can't. No."
"Do it. Or I will." He begged. I shook my head again and he slapped me once round the head. I yelped and fell back.
"Don't be an idiot, boy! If you love this girl, then you would help her through this. As I said, I don't want you dying right after her."
I shook my head and touched Bella's hand. She yelped again as something in her body ached. My mind showed me memories after memories of our time together.
"I love you Edward" . . .
"I know you don't like me, so let's do something. We only talk to each other when we need help in this boring class, OK?" . . .
"Look Bella, if I tell you it'll be a type of danger you have never encountered, OK? It will be more dangerous than joy riding with Jesse-''. . .
Lying on that bed, Bella looked so . . . helpless. And I suddenly wanted her back.
I looked at Carlisle and he smiled, stepping back and ushering everyone out of the room.
I looked at Bella as emotions of pain flitted across her perfect features, and I brushed away the hair that was covering her neck.
I opened my mouth and sank my venom coated teeth into her perfect white neck . . . poison flowed out of my mouth as her blood made it's entrance. I bit harder, driving as much anger into it as I could.
She screamed. Her eyes flew open and the searched the room for something . . . someone . . . me.
She flung her arms around my neck as she screamed, and I cried with her. Her eyes paled and glassed over, but the screams of pain would not stop. She dug her nails into my skin and hit me as hard as she could.
"Edward! Edward! Stop this, please!" she cried, tears running down her face. I grabbed her into my arms and held her in place as she twisted and writhed against the pain. I buried my face in her hair and cried.
Her body wouldn't stop writhing and twisting as she screamed. She cried and called my name, called her father, called for Josh, Jesse, Isaac . . . she called everyone she could, her weak arms tightening there hold on me.
Isaac stood in front of the window, ripping at his hair before disappearing.
Emmett sat on the sofa, covering his ears with his hands.
Rosalie ran out and into the forest, away from the circle of pain she felt.
Alice cried.
Jasper tried to calm everybody with his powers, but ended up by hurting himself. . .
I lay in a heap on the floor, Bella in my arms.
The screaming had stopped, and so had the writhing.
She lay limply in my arms, like a used rag doll.
Had I killed her? Had more venom than necessary entered her angel like body and killed her?
Her eyes flew open, and her mouth uttered three words.
"Edward you bastard."