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Chapter 32

Light filtered in through the darkness, slowly, like a sunrise or sediment passing through a sieve. The dreamless night dissipated into lovely, lovely voices.

"She'll wake up in 5, 4, 3, 2…"

That was Alice.

"1," she finished. My eyes popped open. I'd comply with whatever future she saw for me. Immediately, I was taken into strong cold arms. My spinning head didn't like it much at all, but my heart wanted it.

I wrapped my arms around his torso. "You smell funny," he said.

I moved my head back to look at him with scorn. Excuse me, but we all can't be flawless vampires – not yet, anyway.

He blessed me with that lopsided smile of his. "The transfusions, I mean." Something tense and coiled inside of him was twitching muscles in his jaw and face. Like an underwater volcano, underneath the placid surface, something was troubling him.

I knew him like a book. I didn't even need to ask what it was. Regret, guilt…those were the emotions plaguing him.

I brushed my fingertips across his lips. "You're worrying again," I said quietly. Waiting would only mount the feelings. "You feel like this is your fault."

"I seem to put you in the hospital a lot," he said. He made himself sound like the abusive boyfriend. Ha! What kind of abusive boyfriend offers to buy their girlfriend an Italian sports car?

Looking around me, I noticed that I was, indeed, lying in a sterile hospital bed, donned in a filmy slip that tied in the back. They'd left my jeans on, though, for which I was thankful. The pale green walls were covered in instruments, equipment, and posters of ear infections and bone structure.

Through the heavily curtained window, I could see a grayish sort of light diffuse. It was raining…Forks would be Forks.

I opened my mouth to form a rebuttal, but Edward stopped me with a finger and the other hand running through my messy hair. "Later," he promised me.

"Hi," Alice piped in.

I laughed and turned to her. "What do your visions tell you I say to you now?"

She pretended to ponder a moment. "They say you say 'Alice, I'm going to let you give me a makeover and redo my entire wardrobe from scratch. On a limitless budget'." She was beaming.

"You need to get that checked out. There's clearly something wrong."

Alice sighed. "One day," she promised. "One day."

Emmett, Rosalie, and Esme appeared at the doorway.

"How's my favorite sister?" Emmett asked loudly. Alice thwapped him on the shoulder. He didn't even blink.

"Hi!" I exclaimed, happy to see them all alive and well.

"We're so glad you're okay," Esme said, taking my hand in hers.

"Ah, I've had worse."

She smiled sadly. Edward flinched. They both knew all about that.

I looked back to Emmett, and noticed with horror that his arm was still not attached. The fabric of one of his T-shirt's sleeves was hanging down loosely over where his arm once jutted out.

"Your arm!"

Emmett shot a glare at Edward. "Ask him. He hid it. Really, Ed, it's not funny anymore. When are you going to give it back?"

Edward smirked. "In a century or two."

My big teddy bear brother growled. "I swear, when I find it, I'm going to use it to hit you so hard..."

I chuckled at their banter, and made a mental note to convince Edward to give Emmett's arm back later. It was disconcerting now, talking to him.

"Boys!" Esme cut him off. "Stop."

"Bella," Carlisle began from my bedside. I'd just now noticed his presence. "There's someone here to see you. I told him I'd ask you if it was okay first."

Edward was smiling. It was forced though, I could tell, by the lines etched in the corners of his eyes, and the sugary look in his eyes.

"Who?" I asked warily.

"Jacob," Carlisle said.

"Don't feel obligated, Bella. Not one bit," Edward told me.

"I probably should…" I started.

Edward sat up and crossed his arms. "That's not how this works. It's all about what you want, and if that's not what you want, I won't let it happen."

I took a deep breath, and struggled getting the words out. "I want to. Let him come in."

Edward looked mildy annoyed, but suddenly, the door was flung open, and Jacob ran in. He must have overheard. He came skidding to a stop at my side. Everyone but Edward left, exchanging meaningful glances between one another along the way.

Jacob looked down at Edward and cleared his throat. "A minute alone if you don't mind."

I answered for my husband. "Whatever you say in front of me, you can say in front of Edward," I said casually, trying to make it sound like a simple fact instead of an insult.

Edward looked over at me with some sort of victory written on his face. Jacob looked taken aback, but swiftly recovered.

Much to my surprise, Edward rose, kissed me on the forehead, and whispered something in Jacob's ear too quiet for me to hear. He walked out the door with a fleeting backwards glance.

Jacob was smirking at whatever Edward had told him. "Still has jealousy issues, doesn't he?"

I shrugged, not wanting to tell Jake that there was nothing to be jealous of. I'd set out to cut my ties with Jacob, for Edward, and by God that's what I'd do.

Jake laughed mirthlessly. "He doesn't want me to hurt you. So, you haven't told him that you landed me in prison yet, have you?"

I shook my head. "There wasn't really much time."

Jacob pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and tossing it on my lap. I gave him a skeptical look before unfolding it and using my palm to flatten out where the many creases were embedded.

On the front, was a large picture of Jacob, a mug shot. It was written in Spanish, but I didn't need a translator to tell me that it was a wanted sign.

"You, somehow, have single handedly exiled me from an entire country. Congrats."

"I'm not proud of it, Jake. I just didn't want you coming after me," I tried to explain. I hadn't worked up a speech for this confrontation, hadn't had time to practice in front of a mirror.

He shrugged. "Prison wasn't so bad. Sweaty and the food was terrible. Sam bailed me out. He thought he hated you at first, but then, he decided he'd be impressed instead."

I hung my head. "I'm sorry. I just… I don't know… needed an excuse."

"I thought we were at least friends, Bella," he told me, voice traitorously soft, the pain in his eyes too bearable to take. "You used me."

Good. He was turning away from me. That's what I wanted, and also, I deserved this. I had used him. Now that I thought about it, I really had kicked him while he was down. I forced myself to endure this torture.

"I did, and…I'm just so sorry, Jacob." A tear slipped out of my eye and down my face.

"Aw, Bells, don't cry." He sat on the edge of the mattress, and reached out a hand as if to brush it off. Then, he thought better of it and pulled it back. "I guess…it kind of…worked out in the end."

"What do you mean?"

Jacob reached one calloused hand to scratch nervously at his neck. "There's…good news, too."

"Jake…"

"I…um…I…well, I imprinted," he said, a flush flaming his cheeks.

My mouth dropped to the white checkered tile, and my eyes grew wide as Frisbees. This, I was sure, was some alternate reality I had woken up in, some other dimension were things were topsy turvy. I mean, I'd always known it would happen. I guess this was another reaction I'd never thought about practicing. I forced my mouth to close. My teeth shut together with a sharp clacking sound.

"Say something," he said.

What, exactly, did he want me to say to that?

"Congratulations." It was the best response I could think of, although I stuttered over the consonants.

He looked away and twisted a piece of his faded shirt in his hands. "Thanks," he muttered.

"On…on who?"

"She knows you, she said. Vanessa ring a bell?" He gave a sheepish smile, the kind I gave to people when I talked about Edward. "She came to visit me when she found out I was in prison and tried to give me a big long lecture about how to treat my girlfriends. I sort of…blurted out some stuff I shouldn't have said. She got freaked out and ran away. But Sam bailed me out and I went to find her again." His voice grew boyish and bashful again. "I explained everything to her, and…she's a bit of an adventure seeker, so she agreed. It took her a while to convince her I was a werewolf though… she brought out the pepper spray, and when it didn't even faze me, she tried to call the police. I took her running, and well, she believed."

I gasped. "Va…va…Vanessa? The bar tender, Andy's sister?"

He nodded slowly. "She's really something great. She's here actually. I made her fly into Oregon though, just in case things weren't all tidied up here. She's older than me, by five years, but… I guess I always did have a thing for older women." He looked at me playfully.

I smiled some. But inside, I had this funny feeling, this painful pinch in the recesses of my heart, that I had lost something in that instant. I didn't know what, or why I should've cared, but I did care, just a tiny bit.

"That's really great, Jake. I'm happy for you," I made myself say anyway, and I was for the most part.

An awkward silence fell over us then. No one said anything. I felt that, during my unconsciousness, a chasm had been dug between Jacob and I. And the longer we sat together, the more pieces that crumbled off the edges beneath our feet.

"Well, um," Jacob said, standing up so fast that a small gust of air blew my hair back from my face.

He left in a burst of wind, too, muttering "See ya round" as he did so.

I sat there, clutching the ruffled sheet of paper, trying to stop the flood of tears that came for what should have been no reason at all. I guess I'd just have to accept the fact that in my heart, I'd always have a small, secret section reserved for Jacob Black. I sat there and waited for Edward to return.

"Miss us, ducky?" asked a slithery voice near me. I whipped my head around, and then, seeing the source of the sound, scrambled out of bed and began backing up towards the door.

The three hags from El Sinos Cantina were standing forebodingly in my hospital room, looking misplaced by the sink, next to the interactive model of a human hand, still in the same black robes I remembered.

I closed my eyes tight. Surely, I was imagining this. However, when I opened them back up, they were still standing there. Mysterious, faceless, otherwordly…

"You ought to thank us for our strife," the one on the left squeaked like a violin.

"We saved your precious husband's life," said the one with wind as a voice.

"I…uh…thank you," I said, too stunned to say anything else. Behind me though, I had my hand on the door handle. When I tried to turn it though, I found it locked. Locked? From the outside?

The hags snickered.

"Why are you back?" I asked.

"To not show our gratitude, would indeed be very rude," they chanted.

"Gratitude for what?"

"We don't like the Unseelie much at all," they told me. "They think they're mighty, strong, and tall. They interfere with fate and rob us three of our appointed job."

"So…you're…" I remembered something from Mythology class. "You're fates?"

"The Hoverers, the Eternals, the Finale," they repeated.

"The Ambiguous," I mumbled under my breath. "Erm…you're welcome, for defeating the Fae I mean."

"We'd like to give you a gift," they chorused, a strange dissonance of squeaking and crawling and squelching, deeply unsettling.

I wondered briefly why Edward hadn't come back yet, and then stopped. For all I knew, these hoverers could have stopped time. They apparently could appear into a room at will, no doors, windows, or keys required.

The middle one held out a shriveled white hand. Pointed fingernails tipped the ends of long, spindly fingers. What rested in the middle though was a small vial, just bigger than a thimble.

Ruby red liquid glowed inside of it, emitting a light of its own, sending speckles and pale red motes skipping out to dance along the green walls.

"What is that?" I cowered farther against the heavy door.

"Humanity," they answered without delay. "A fresh start. The vampire who drinks this will start where he left off. But, be warned…"

The left hag started off the rhyme this time. "The effects, nobody can undo."

"And only one may sip this brew," the right one finished.

The weight of what they said crashed into me. In that vial, was Edward's dream, his irreversible dream.

The thing that would separate him and his family forever… My head never failed to argue with me.

Without warning, the hag in the middle tossed the vial my way. Despite myself, I jerked in a mad rush to catch it. When I felt it's cold glass weight safely confined in my curled palm, I looked back up only to find the three women…hags…fates…whatever they where, vanished into thin air.

My ears picked up a knock at the door. I jammed the vial into my back pocket, jumped into my bed, and tried to control my breathing. Edward strolled in with a plate of food and a glass resting on a tray. He sat in on the table beside my bed, and then pointed to my hand. "What's that?"

In panic, thinking that maybe I'd forgotten to conceal the bottle, my eyes darted to my closed fist. In it, though, was just the wanted poster Jacob had handed me. I opened my fingers slowly.

Edward, an amused but curious look in his topaz and red orbs, grabbed the crumpled up flyer and lifted it from my hand.

"May I?" he asked.

I nodded.

Smoothing it out, he began to read. "Wanted: Jacob Black. Recently taken into custody. Escaped from Matios prison. On foot and dangerous…hmmm…"

"You can read Spanish?" I asked.

"Love, I can speak Spanish fluently." There was a smile in his eyes, a nice break from the tension of earlier. "And Italian, and French, and Chinese, and German…"

"Figures," I muttered.

I shifted in my bed and felt the vial in my pocket, the one burning through the fabric like hot lead. The shock from the whole experience had yet to sink in.

"What, might I ask, is this all about?" He was gesturing to the paper.

I took the pillow out from behind my head, pushed it against my face, and groaned.

The next second, I felt a frigid, distinctly masculine mass cover my body. Long fingers lifted up the edge of the pillow, and alien, though still familiar eyes, peeped at me underneath it. "You can tell me anything, you know."

I removed the pillow, letting my head fall back to the mattress, expecting Edward to get up off me, but he didn't. Instead he opted to crawl up the rest of my body, till our faces were at the same level, and hover above me.

My breath hitched in my throat. Edward. On top of me. Married to him… No way was he planning to do something in the hospital bed.

"You can tell me," he repeated, eyes kind, but his mouth twisted into a mischievous smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

How he had gone from being hopelessly guilt ridden to this lazy predatory baiting was beyond me, but I couldn't say I was complaining.

So, I told him the entire story, watching every expression that crossed his face. He laughed at the part where I sold Jake out, before he saw the hurt in my eyes. I laughed with him though, when I told him about me stealing a car.

"I'm utterly in wonderment of how you didn't get electrocuted, Bella," he said.

I continued, up to the point I saw him lying in his bed. I hadn't meant to go that far, back to that brink moment when I thought he was dead. Twin tears slid down the sides of my face, into my tangled dark hair.

Edward cringed. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I'm sorry I…did…what I did."

I frowned. I'd brought the guilt back.

"I'll spend eternity making it up to you," he told me next.

Eternity. I thought of the little vial in my pocket. Is that really what he had? What we had? I was beginning to wish the hags had never given me the vial.

If there was a way I could become human for you, no matter how much it hurt, I would do it. He'd said that once. I didn't know which way was right. If I did give him the vial, and he drank it as I was sure he would, I'd be breaking up our family. He'd die. Esme…Alice…Carlisle…they all would be crushed. I could almost imagine the looks on their faces, standing over his grave. I would have killed their son and brother.

If I didn't, on the other hand, and he somehow found out about it later, what would happen then? Would he leave me, reject me? That outcome was unbearable, too.

I was starting to understand what the contents of that bottle consisted of – regret. Bright red regret enclosed in glass.

I focused myself then, to turn back to Edward. "You don't have anything to make up for," I said. "Please," I pleaded, running my fingertips down his face. "I hate it when you're angry with yourself. It was worth it. You're worth it." I stared into his eyes, trying to transform the doubt I saw there by the sheer power of my will. I sighed. "I really, really hate it when you get like this."

Unexpected and out of the blue, slyness lit up his face. His lips bent down to brush over my collar bone. "Do you hate it when I get like this?" he questioned, velvety and low pitched.

I didn't have the breath to answer as he worked frantic kisses up the side of my neck, wandering up my chin. At the corner of my mouth, he stopped, and his burning eyes threw their flames to lick my own passion as he lifted them to peer through lowered lashes. He stopped to whisper "I asked, Bella, do you hate it when I do this?"

His sweet whisper brushed across my lips in a caress of its own. "No," I gasped out breathlessly. "That's…that's good."

"Hmmm," he muttered. This time, he trailed his tongue down my neck to the point where the fabric ended, and flesh began. He planted a long kiss there, just above my sternum. "Just good?" he asked gruffly.

"Amazing," I corrected. "Awesome. Excellent. Astounding. Marvelous…" His touches had reduced me to a classic romance novel heroine.

"I think I can do better." His hands, resting on the bed at his sides up till this point, began to move. Simultaneously, sensuously, they skittered over my sides, starting at my knees. Then, they traced a path towards my blushing face, lingering at my outer thighs, over my hips, following the contours of my body all the way up to my face.

I was breathing so hard it was embarrassing. ""Edward…we're in…a…hospital!" I gasped out.

He was brushing the tip of his nose over my neck, smelling me most likely. "So I noticed." Now, he was languidly covering it in kisses. One of his hands traveled down to grab my hip. Neither of us was prepared for my reaction. I jerked, the thing in my stomach going crazy. My back arched slightly, and I pushed myself into Edward, tilting my head so he could have better access.

But, to my thorough dismay, he pulled away. "I've wanted to taste your skin for so long when you were away that I could barely stand it. I dreamed, Bella." His face looked so alive. "When I was lying on that bed, I dreamed, and it was the most wonderful thing. I told you that I'd dream of you if I could, and I did."

The vial in my pocket sent a shock to me. I had the power to give him dreams forever.

"Tonight, Bella," he continued. "I have it all arranged. Charlie is sorry that you got sick and we had to cancel the honeymoon, but he says he'll catch a flight next week. Tonight, Bella… I promised you I'd give you the wedding night you deserve." His eyes scorched, and although he hadn't asked, I knew he was waiting for my consent.

In the back of my mind, I knew what he was doing… trying to give me everything I wanted before I had to be changed in three weeks, but I really couldn't say no. I smiled nervously. "Finally," I said. "But Edward..."

"Mhmm..."

"You should really give Emmett his arm back."

A/N: Yippee! Moving right along. So now Bella CAN make Edward human, or not. Both choices have about an equal amount of pros and cons. How will this situation pan out? Find out next time on, Rose Thorns, Twilight fanfic. This story's wrapping up. It may not seem like it, but it is. I hope this isn't too much plot crammed in. I thought that maybe it might, but this has been my plan since the beginning. Maybe there's more to the situation than meets the eye, but just so you know, the events surrounding the vial are the last big sitch in this fic. And then, it'll end.