Author's Note: I am evil aren't I? I know that was the meanest cliffhanger, but I got reviews so you didn't have to wait to long for the next chapter. I think I went out of character so I apologize for that. I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. I want 10 reviews before I post the next chapter, so remember to Review! (I know it's short, I can't help it!)
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Edward's Point Of View:
The car hit the rocky bottom and exploded. I looked over at Bella and saw the look of fear frozen
on her angelic face. She seemed to have blacked out, her heart beat was very faint, and I could
barely hear it, even with my supersonic hearing. She was barely breathing, I knew then that she
was on the verge of life and death; I tool her and ran the rest of the way to Forks. "Carlisle!" I
screamed in panic.
Carlisle and Esme came running; he took one look at Bella and understood. Her face had deep
gashes and her leg was broken, again. Her neck was positioned in an inhuman position. "Edward
put her down, you'll hurt her neck if you carry her like that. What happened, how long ago?" He
asked me.
"I…I got distracted while driving, there was a car coming at us and I swerved to avoid it. But I
drove off of a cliff. I ran her here, it took me maybe an hour, I ran as fast as possible."
"Edward, I don't think she'll survive," He said quietly after thoroughly inspecting her, "If she
does she is going to be in a coma, we have two choices, you can change her now, or take her to a
hospital, but her chances aren't that good on survival."
Alice and Jasper came in then, Jasper turned and walked away, he still wasn't used to being
around human blood. Alice seemed to already now. I remembered her visions and how she
explained them. Her words and Carlisle's ran around in my head chasing each other, all I saw
were blurs of words, I couldn't take it anymore and I ran. I didn't know where I was going but I
had to get away from the words and pain. I ran to an old forest that I had hunted in when we
lived in Alaska. I stopped running and sat. However odd it may seem, I sat and rocked back and
forth, I started screaming in rage at myself for being so careless. After I calmed down a little, I
started running back, I had to see how she was.
When I went inside she was no where to be seen. "Where is she?" I demanded from Esme, the
First person I saw upon entering. "How is she?" I tacked on. She was avoiding eye contact and
When I attempted to read her mind, she was purposely thinking about anything but Bella.
"ESME!" I demanded.
"She's fine, or she will be, Alice, well she changed her," Esme finally spit out, continuing to avoid
eye contact, "Carlisle is checking on her."
"Where is she," I demanded again.
"Upstairs in your room, we thought it best since she should awake to familiar surroundings, and
she would be most familiar in your room then anywhere else in the house."
I ran upstairs and ran into Alice. "You changed her?" I exclaimed.
"Edward, you knew from my visions that one day she would be one of us. And I couldn't just let
her die."
I ignored her and went to see my angel. She didn't look like she was in pain at all, she was lying
on the couch (the only thing on which to lie down comfortably), she wasn't screaming or making
any faces of pain at all, she looked as though she were feeling nothing. "Carlisle, she doesn't
seem to be feeling anything at all," I told him.
"She's not Edward; she was barely breathing when Alice bit her. Her brain already put tons of
numbing drugs in the body. When a person is near death the brain flushes the system with
numbing drugs, therefore people who are near death don't feel anything," He replied.
He left then, knowing that I wanted to sit next to her by myself for a while.
I sat there next to her for three days. On the third day of transformation when the pain is the
worst she woke up, she started feeling the pain, although she didn't say anything I could tell by
her facial expressions. I hummed the lullaby I always did to sooth her, she fell back asleep and
didn't wake up until the next day.
She got up and automatically hit her head on the shelf above the couch. "Are you okay," I asked
stupidly.
