A/N: LEMONS AND NONCON. READ WITH CAUTION BUT I LOWKEY LOVE THIS CHAPTER.

The days felt long as Bella ignored Carlisle, and the few times she didn't, she only gave him one word, very polite, surface-level replies. It had been nearly two weeks since Carlisle announced his divorce to the family and an additional four since he rejected Bella. In that time, Bella had only gotten worse, barely speaking, eating, and most of all having delusions. Jake, she would cry his name in her sleep, tossing and turning all night, as she cried for Edward to stop and mumble Carlisle's. It pained Carlisle to see his mate suffer, and even more so to know that he had likely made her regress psychologically. Physically, Bella was not doing great either, a tad underweight while the fetus grew spectacularly. She was all baby, nearly appearing to be four months in the matter of one. Carlisle sighed, recalling what Charlie told him about the matter. "Maybe Billy can help. He's been desperate to see her and I think maybe some closure would be good for her." Maybe indeed.

He hoped for something positive, as he himself had been rather down since the divorce. Had Esme been right? Was I a fool for believing that our family, out of the hundreds of thousands of our kind to exist throughout the millennia, were more civilized than a coven? Carlisle pondered. Did the others feel the same way as Edward? No, he confirmed having talked about his concerns with Rosalie. She reassured him that her feelings were genuine and that Emmett and herself did consider Carlisle a father figure. But he had to wonder, was it all means to an end like Esme? Were they here because they knew that seven was more protection than two? No, he thought confidently. They fought for Bella, and Esme did not. They were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice, and one of them did. "Jasper," Carlisle whispered the name of his late son like a prayer and could've sworn he felt a wave of contentedness come over him. Stop being ridiculous, he told himself, Edward and Esme were the anomalies, not I. We do not have to be slaves to our desires, but instead can be virtuous and kind. "There it is again, that pride," the distant memory of his father's voice resonated in Carlisle's ears.

No, he thought, slightly unnerved. It was true he had always been confident, but was he straight up narcissistic? His father and Esme certainly thought so.

"Carlisle", Bella moaned into her pillow as the moonlight shone onto the doctor's forearm. Normally, he would've tried his best to tune out her sobs as there was nothing he could truly do, but this sound was different. It wasn't a moan of pain or sadness, it was one of pleasure.

Carlisle listened more intently, knowing he probably shouldn't be, but too curious to stop. "MMM", Bella moaned as her arousal wafted into Carlisle's office, causing him to become erect immediately.

Claim her, Carlisle's beast commanded as he smelled his mate's arousal. She was sleeping hard. He could tell by her breathing, but he knew she could feel the pull. Her constant winces and grunts of pain confirmed it, and apparently, it was enough to make her want him while she slept. Thank God no one else was here, he'd hate to have Bella feel embarrassed. "Please", Bella whimpered as she rubbed her thighs together, needing to feel friction but wanting Carlisle most of all. "Ugh", Carlisle growled lowly with black eyes and flared nostrils, taking in Bella's scent deeply, while unconsciously rubbing his erection. He growled again, whispering her name as the beast took over.

"Daddy", she moaned, slipping her fingers into her wet folds all while unconscious. She groaned, pumping the digits in and out of her as if she was commanded to by an unseen force.

Oh, my girl likes calling me daddy, huh? Maybe I can go to her room to show her how much daddy needs her. Stop that, Carlisle insisted in thought, disgust running rampant in the conscience part of his mind that was still him. We aren't even married, we can't possibly-

"Daddy", she moaned again, widening her legs and reaching her fingers deeper inside herself as her sex sounded sloppily. Carlisle hissed, pressing his palms into his desk roughly, leaving indentations as he clawed the wood into shreds.

The mating pull was compelling the both of them to touch themselves as Carlisle tried to resist. DO IT! The beast commanded as precum dripped from the tip of his erection. He wanted her. Carlisle inched his hand's centimeters into the desk roughly and ground his teeth, refusing to give in to the urge to touch himself or go to his mate.

"Please", Bella whimpered, almost as if she were begging for him to fuck her senselessly. Claim her, the beast roared as Carlisle ripped off his pants and leaned back in his chair, stroking his cock roughly and quickly, sputtering Bella's name as they both came closer.

Enough, Carlisle tried to tell himself as he sniffed the air deeply and cupped his balls. This is not you. You are a gentleman. NO, the beast roared, insisting he fuck and bite Bella to make her his. You are a vampire! Carlisle roared, as the pressure built inside of Bella and himself exploded. Ribbons of cum spurted into the air and landed on the table as Bella shook and squirted in her bed, finally waking from her deep slumber. Oh good God, the pair said together as they realized what had just happened. Embarrassment fell over Bella, knowing that she had just orgasmed from thinking about Carlisle in his own home. He could probably hear the whole thing, she thought, turning a tomato red and sinking into her covers.

A few rooms down, Carlisle was still as shame filled his thoughts. Sure, he was no Edward, but he was no longer the respectful gentleman he thought he was. Esme was right. Vampires were not humans. They had different urges and values, values that the human part of him could no longer control. He sunk back in his chair as shame and humiliation filled him as his beast rejoiced.


Billy arrived at the Cullen home quite jittery. On rare occasions he broke his own rules, he'd feel the same nervousness at the time. Adrenaline, pure adrenaline, he thought in his head, wondering if that would make his blood taste better to his dear friend Charlie. He shook his head. Don't think that way, he isn't like the others... but neither was Edward. He rolled out of the truck cautiously, seeing Charlie appear before him suddenly, startling the man. "Jesus, Swan!" He exclaimed in shock, causing Charlie to chuckle shyly. "Sorry about that old man." Charlie retorted with a grin, causing Billy to drop his sour attitude and replace it with a smile.

He was grateful now that Charlie insisted on the visit. "She needs help", he remembered Charlie saying, recalling his conversation with him over the phone. "I heard her saying his name, in her sleep. Jacobs..". Billy clenched his hands around the arms of his wheelchair, struggling to keep from crying or shouting upon thinking about his late son. He was at least content to know that despite his huge loss, Charlie remained him for the most part, and the two still shared the same brotherly love. Charlie for once was able to see someone else's nonverbal cues and directed Billy to Bella.

"Bella", he said her name with a smile, but his eyes said differently. She appeared healthy but slightly gaunt in the face and larger in the torso. She was wearing a baggy, large sweatshirt and leggings, nothing too odd but Billy knew better. She was pregnant, he confirmed immediately, but did not allude to her that he knew what she was hiding. "Billy," Bella said softly, bending down awkwardly to embrace her late friend's father. She held back the tears in her eyes as Charlie shuffled his feet awkwardly. "I'm going out for a sec," Charlie said while neither reacted or broke from the embrace. A moment passed and Bella sat down to speak to Billy, wondering what he wanted to speak about.

"I have something for you," Billy started while fumbling in his jacket pocket to pull out a wolf charm.

"Oh", Bella gasped, reaching her hand out immediately to grab the bracelet with awe in her eyes.

"Jacob made it for you", Billy started sadly while looking at Bella stare at the intricate details of the wood wolf charm carving. "He just wanted to find the right time to give it to you, but-. "

"He never did", Bella said wistfully as she held back tears with a gulp.

"He loved you, dearly. I hope you feel no guilt, no one blames you, Bella". Bella sobbed, feeling the pressure she had been under the past month and a half explode from her.

"Don't be sad Bella, he is with his mother now."

"I'm sorry", she said through tears, getting up to find tissue to clean herself up with.

Billy stopped Bella briskly, grabbing her arm with haste and almost too tightly. Bella sucked in a breath quickly through her teeth, not knowing what had just grabbed her was from this world or the dark one.

"Bella", Billy said her name hushly while looking into her eyes, earnestly. She couldn't quite distinguish what Billy was thinking by his facial expression, but she could tell that it was something imperative. "I know you saw him die, but is Edward really gone?" Bella looked at him with eyes as big as saucers and her mouth slightly open.

"Wha- what do you mean", she asked him startled as Billy's eye glanced down at her stomach, before quickly darting back to her face.

"I know Jake told you some of our legends", he started shyly, "but he probably didn't say much about everything."

"Everything?" Bella questioned, now more assertively and quickly, she was eager to know if someone else was experiencing the same strange happenings she was. He sighed loudly, taking a moment before opening his mouth and quickly shutting it again. He took another second before speaking, almost as if he was struggling to find the right words to say.

"Sometimes a bad soul is like a wound; gangrenous, blackening, and killing everything it comes across. It bleeds", he said slowly, his eyes flickering back to Bella's stomach, almost as if she could see through it.

She shivered, he was so much like Jake. So perspective. So quick to understand. "It bleeds through worlds and ignites everything it touches, trying to come through, wanting to experience the gift of life once again. Are you bleeding Bella?" Billy asked almost too quietly.

Bella stiffened at his words, fear, piercing her heart like a sword. He's bleeding. I knew I saw him, I knew he wasn't gone. Something was wrong, Bella thought, tearing up at the terrible relaxation that his death had not saved her. It had damned her, it gave the rotten gangrenous soul of Edward to torment her with the spirits that have died instead of her. And it was all a matter of time. All a matter of time, until he dragged her to hell with him or he came back.

Carlisle, she whimpered in thought to the man who rejected her, but he couldn't save her. Not from a damned soul. "Bella," Billy said her name panicked, shaking her arm enough to break her from her deep thoughts.

"Bella you're bleeding!" He exclaimed, causing Bella to bring her hand to the wetness dripping from her nose. "Oh God", she breathed, looking at Billy apologetically before jogging to the bathroom. "Damnit", she groaned, opening the door to the bathroom and running the sink. "Ugh," she groaned, bringing tissue to her nose while walking over to close the door before slamming in harshly. She gasped, in the time she took to blink the white door had turned black and smeared with ash. Cackling started to sound behind her as an orange haze lit the dark space.

"Isabella", Edward moaned as Bella frantically tried to open the door, trembling with fear. "I missed you, love." He murmured as Bella was spun around to see the charred remains of the immaculate bathroom. It was dark, the white tile appeared to become dirty cold concrete, chips of broken mirror scattered on the ground, and the sink she just touched broken with large pieces on the ground. "Isabella", Edward said again, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as embers burned into his flesh. "Come", he said softly, propelling Bella forward into his arms for an embrace as if she were riding on a treadmill. "Ahh", she gasped feeling the burn and hearing the sizzle of her flesh upon his touch. He growled lowly, pressing his erection into her thigh as she coughed from the ash entering her lungs.

"My father", he hissed in disgust, tightening his burning hold on her causing Bella to cry out in pain. He is a fool, he resonated confidently, he will not have you, he murmured as Bella felt the ground on her back and Edward on top of her. "Shush now, I'm here", he said through Bella's sobs of pain as he cooked the skin on her wrists by holding them down. She shrieked again, now seeing and feeling dozens of grey, lifeless female hands tearing off her clothes violently, causing her bump to move frantically inside of her from the pure terror she was experiencing.

No, this couldn't be, she thought tearfully as Edward's fiery embers press against her stomach.

"Oh Isabella", Edward groaned, slipping himself inside her roughly as Edward's victims pilled on each side to spread Bella's legs apart widely.

Flames burned her insides, licking further up in her until she released a blood-curdling scream. "He will not have you", he growled as his searing black holes stared into her eyes. She cried, feeling him stretch and slam into her too harshly while tossing her head frantically. He growled, pulling her hair tightly to still her while their baby kicked, desperate to escape the heat and stress.

"Oof," Bella exclaimed through tears as the child broke her rib. "Please", she begged. "Please no more". Edward laughed a breathy laugh, thrusting harder into the young woman as a rotten hand muffled her pleas.

Why are you doing this, she thought loudly, looking at the faces of deceased women that eerily resembled her own. Suddenly, peace overcame her. What? She wondered, before her eyes caught the pale grey figure of Jasper in the far corner. He was staring at them with black eyes, which went unnoticed by Edward. He looked the same as he did last time, the exception being the corners of his mouth contorted into a small, almost indistinguishable frown. Bleeding, infecting everything it touches, Billy's words rang her ears as Edward thrust in and out. He's under his control, she realized just as Jasper smiled weakly, having felt her understanding. They all are under his control, at least some of the time.

Crack! She felt the break of another rib and a second of pain until Jasper took it away. She projected gratitude towards him, grateful to have a sense of relief during her torturer. "Ahh", Edward cried loudly while thrusting into Bella deeply. She screamed, feeling the familiar sensation of glass shards pressing into her flesh with each thrust. Unthinkingly, she grabbed the wrist of a woman to her left and squeezed hard as tears fell quickly. The woman covered Bella's hand with her own and rubbed it in comfort as another grey woman overlapped her hand on top of the firsts, doing her best not to draw attention.

"Ugh", Edward groaned and shook, releasing buckets of boiling hot semen inside of her. He laughed a breathy laugh, kissing her forehead and breathing laboredly before starting to roll off her as Jasper and the others faded into the darkness. She cried out, feeling all the pain he had been keeping from her at once as Edward laid by her side. "No mo henna, ashki nata e fute wey naki", Billy chanted from outside the unusually warm bathroom door. Billy heard nothing as he pressed his ear to the door. No running water, no flush, nothing. This has taken too long, he thought, far too long, and he suspected he knew why. He repeated his chant as Edward breathed in sharply and lifted from the ground as if he were on a wire.

"No mo henna, ashki nata e fute wey naki" he sounded again as Edward bellowed and turned around still in the air to face Bella. She gasped in horror, bracing her torso and wincing from the injury she just sustained. "Isabella", Edward cried as his arms extended to grab her. "E fute wey naki!" Billy cried loudly through the door propelling Edward to the darkness from which he came. Bella sat up, shaking and crying from the ordeal, as the bathroom door creaked open. She jumped seeing Billy in the doorway, wincing from the abrupt. movement. "Bella, Edward will only get stronger. He is going to come for you!" Billy breathed, rolling to her small frame.

She didn't say anything but sat up, looking around crazily as if something were to pop out and get here at any moment. Billy sat there while she calmed, seeing Bella shiver, pant, and slam the bathroom tile as if needing to confirm it was really there. He observed her, she appeared dirtier as if she had rolled around in dust and her wrists looked badly burned, but otherwise, physically, she seemed unharmed.

"Bella, if you need help, the pack will do it. But I can't promise you", he panted, looking at her sweatshirt that had ridden up and at her stomach. "I can't promise you they'll let you keep him", he said, referring to the child growing in her belly.

Bella trembled faster at Billy's words. She could escape Edwards' torment but at the sacrifice of the life of her child. No. She said nothing, and Billy continued, stammering over his words. "I w-wont tell them", he said softly yet urgently with tears in his eyes, reaching down to touch her shoulder and placing it there. "I-I know what it's like to lose a child, and I won't tell the pack, not unless he is a danger".

She stilled, turning an impossible pale color which resembled the Cullens, and hesitantly placed her hand on top of his. Billy looked at her kindly, knowing how broken she was and hoping she would make the decision to save herself. She was silent for a minute before she turned to look at him slowly and squeezed his hand, whispering, "I think you should go now. "