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Edited by Stilldreaming85.

Marie Cullen.

It's funny, there are moments in your life that you can almost pinpoint, predict what will happen. There are people that you can read like an open book, nothing is mysterious anymore, there are no surprises.

I thought I knew Edward. I thought I had figured out at least a small part of him.

But I was wrong. All those times I had thought Edward had been the better brother, to an extent even my savior. I could not have been any more wrong. Anthony was never a monster, not to this extent at least, it had always been Edward. I realise that now, more than ever, as I am forced to sit in this room and watch.

Edward had left me alone last night and I had thought everything had been said and done. I was wrong.

I could have happily ignored Edward for the rest of the day if not longer, lord knows he didn't deserve any attention.

But ignoring Edward had been my first mistake. I had failed to pay any close attention to him thus unable to recognize that he was in no mood to be messed with.

For a split second, I wondered if there was something else affecting his current state. Maybe he was drunk or possibly had taken something? Because the man in the room with me right now was not Edward, not the Edward that I knew. But then I only knew the Edward that Edward let me know, nothing more nothing less.

I feared for my own life, my safety. I feared that he would hurt me. But all that was incomparable to what Stefan was going through right now.

Stefan, who had let me out.

Stefan, who was supposed to always follow me.

Stefan, who in Edward's eyes made one mistake and now he was paying the ultimate price.

"Please stop," I cried. "Please, you are going to kill him."

But my cries fell on deaf ears. Edward didn't pay me attention. No, his attention was solely on destroying Stefan, something he and Carlisle both wanted me to witness.

Maybe Edward, or even Carlisle thought this was a good form of punishment for me. To watch them destroy one man while reminding me of the other.

I had made a mistake yesterday, I realise that now. I should have never left the way that I did. I should have known better, but I let my anger get the better of me. Maybe, just maybe if I would had stopped for a moment. if I had have taken the time to think about my next step. Stefan would still be in one piece. He should not be punished because of my stupidity, it wasn't fair.

"Stop?" Edward laughed bitterly. "Dolcezza, I haven't even began."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I willed myself not to cry or to throw up, but the smell of blood and hot flesh was too powerful, too overwhelming. I couldn't control it any longer. I leaped out of my chair and out of Carlisle's grasp and kneeled down under the desk where the small trash can was hidden and emptied the contents of my stomach.

This was all too much. I couldn't handle this, I didn't know how to. I thought Carlisle was different, but he was only a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Get up Isabella," Edward said.

I tried to listen. I didn't want to anger him even more than he already was. I grabbed some tissues and wiped my mouth. I tried to stand up, but I was so nervous my whole body was shaking and my knees bucked.

I was scared, too scared to stand up, too scared to look at him and worried because I didn't know what his next move would be.

I heard him mumble some incoherent words under his breath before he grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. His blood stained hands now stained my skin.

I looked over to Carlisle on the sofa. He sat with his arms spread out across the back of the sofa and his legs crossed. He sat casually and calmly as he witnessed the scene before him, clearly pleased at what he saw.

I dared to look up at Edward but there was nothing to see, no emotion, not a flicker of anything, only an unreadable mask. I did not dare glance over at Stefan.

"Look at him, dolcezza," he said, dragging me to where Stefan lay in a bloodied mess on the floor. "Look at what you have done to him."

He trapped me in his arm. One bloodied hand on the back of my head, forcing it down, forcing me to look, but I kept my eyes tightly shut.

"Open your eyes. You can't hide from this now," he said in my ear.

"Please, stop this, Edward," I begged. I couldn't take it anymore, not him, not this room, not the smell and poor Stefan.

He released his hold on me and I took the opportunity to take a step away from him, to turn around and open my eyes. But my small moment of relief was short lived when I turned and saw Edward holding out a hunting knife towards me.

I looked between the knife and him. I was unsure of what it was he wanted me to do.

"Take it," he said. I continued to look at the object as if it would set me on fire if I were to touch it.

"Take it, Isabella," he repeated again with obvious irritation now. What ever calm he had been holding onto was starting to slowly slip away.

Not wanting to test his mood even more I hesitantly reached out and took the knife from him, which seemed to weigh a ton in my hand.

Without another word, Edward took my free hand in his and pulled me towards Stefan. I felt as if my feet had been cemented to the ground. I didn't want to move, but Edward didn't give me a choice.

He pushed me to my knees by Stefan's side and crouched down beside me.

Mentally I was not here. Mentally my mind was a million miles away from the scene in front of me and what was happening in this room.

Edward roughly grabbed Stefan's hair, pulling his head back. Stefan let out a painful groan. How he was still alive, I did not know.

"Slit his throat, Isabella," Edward commanded.

I blinked rapidly shaking my head, I was not sure if I had heard him right or if my mind was playing tricks on me.

"Do it," he pushed. "Do it now."

"I can't, Edward, please," I said, my voice trembling, my hands were shaking. No matter what, I could not take another person's life. I couldn't, I wasn't like them, like him.

I had already lost so much of myself because of Edward and his family, I did not want to lose what little I had left.

"Do it," he yelled. "End him."

I felt sick to my stomach all over again. I could feel myself shaking, but I was unable to control it no matter how hard I tried. The hunting knife in my hand shook along with me until it slipped onto the marble floor bouncing off and echoing in the room. It was the gentlest of sounds that seemed to shatter my eardrums.

I crawled away from Edward and far away from Stefan.

Edward gathered the knife and brought it to Stefan's throat, pressing down hard until blood began to ooze out. In one swift motion, he dragged it across his neck. It didn't take Stefan long to die, mere seconds. He had made no effort to stop Edward or to fight for his life and I was powerless to have helped him.

I stayed where I was in a heap on the floor. I wasn't sure if it was fear that was keeping me here like this or pure shock. I had heard Carlisle move, I knew he was now crouching down beside me. I felt his hand on my arm as he helped me to my feet.

I couldn't take my eyes off of Edward though. I watched his every move. I watched him stand up. I watched him come towards me. I looked him dead in the eye as we stood face to face. He leaned into me and placed a lingering kiss on my cheek before he placed the knife on the desk and walking out of the room.

"Go and clean yourself up, we have company tonight," Carlisle said.

Deep down inside I wanted to scream, to yell. I wanted to grabbed the knife off of the desk and hurt Carlisle with it the same way that Edward had hurt Stefan.

But I did none of that. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded my head. I turned and headed out of the room, remembering every step I took until I reached my room.

I filled the tub up with water and removed my shoes. I climbed in with my clothes still on rested my head against the tub closing my eyes and letting myself slowly slip under. Hopefully god would forgive me.