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"Edward Cullen, you did not rent a whole movie theater just to get in my pants!"
Bella's face was full of genuine shock as she stepped down the hallway. We were in Port Angeles, at one of the oldest movie theaters in the city. It was 'Best of '90s' weekend.
"Don't be ridiculous, love," I said. "I can do that on my own just fine."
She rolled her eyes. If I was being honest with myself, her reaction wasn't exactly a surprise. In fact, it was rather predictable. I had expected her to be scandalized - but I also knew that she would forget about it sooner or later.
That afternoon, after she had won the race against us all, I called the theater to ask if they had any free halls. Despite the fact that it was one of the first cinemas in the city, it wasn't as popular as some of the newer concoctions of modern cinematography, such as the 3-D movie theaters, so most of their halls were empty. The woman on the other end of the phone was flabbergasted when I told her I wanted to rent a whole hall.
They had a small selection of movies from which they told me I could choose. Between the usual rom-coms and the over-the-top comedies of the '90s, there wasn't much of a choice. Thankfully, they also had 'Forrest Gump' on the list, and I went with that, since it was the most reasonable option. I knew that Bella had seen it once, when she was around 11 or 12, so I figured she didn't remember much.
Alice got to play dress up again - to Bella's despair and to my delight. This time, she chose a dark burgundy dress for her, made out of an impossibly thin fabric. It was tight-fitting, wrapping perfectly around Bella's soft curves, yet it covered almost every inch of her skin up to her knees, leaving the rest up for my imagination.
"We could have gone back to that cabin, you know," she said. "I really liked it there."
"And we will go back there. But I wanted to take you out on a proper date tonight."
She sighed, right when two men walked out of the theater's bathroom, a few feet away from us. They immediately noticed the way her dress was tightly embracing her faultless figure and their minds went wild in an instant, their thoughts too loud for comfort:
"What a piece of ass..."
"Too bad she's taken."
"Man, I'd fuck her so hard she'd beg me to stop."
"Seriously tappable though..."
"I'd give it to her even in her sleep if I were him."
"Fuck, I'm hard."
My entire body tensed up, the same way it did before I launched myself to attack when I was hunting. Those animals had no right to look at my wife - or, frankly, any other woman - that way. She wasn't theirs to stare at and fantasize about. And it simply wasn't Bella's fault that she looked so enticing. I felt the powerful urge to rip their heads off, but I had to remind myself that I had no real reason to do that. They weren't the first, nor the last human males with such a foul mind.
Bella noticed that my grip on her hand was ten times tighter than before, so she stopped and asked me:
"Are you okay? Did something happen?"
"I'd just heard what those vile rascals were thinking," I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
"Is it that bad?"
"You have no idea."
"Now I wanna know, so tell me."
Of course she wanted to know - my ever-curious Bella. I should have just shut up.
"Bella..."
"Please?"
I groaned, knowing that she wasn't going to let it slide.
"Okay, they think that you are 'seriously tappable'."
She bit her lip and I could tell that she was trying not to laugh. I continued, to get it over with:
"And they wanted to 'fuck you hard' and 'give it to you in your sleep' or something along those lines," it felt like torture to recite their thoughts back to her.
A small giggle escaped her lips. I wasn't prepared for that, nor for her next question:
"Do you want that?"
"Do I want what?"
"You know…"
She looked away, the same way she did when she tried to hide her blushing from me when she was human. My mind immediately drew the connection between her vague question and her sudden bashfulness.
"You're asking me if I want to fuck you hard, Bella?" I said, almost amused at the direction our conversation took.
Her glance was still lost in the distance when she nodded a silent 'yes', so I grabbed her chin with my hand and forced her to look up, right into my eyes.
"It is a crass way of putting it, but if you must know… yes, I do want to fuck you hard, my love. I want to do that right now and in every waking moment, actually."
My words - although she did ask for them - shocked her. They weren't my usual choice when it came to expressing my desire for her, but in that moment, I couldn't see any reason not to use them more often, if it meant I got to savour the amusing, if not completely arousing, sight of a hot and bothered Bella. She closed her eyes for a few seconds.
"Hmmm, shying away?" I teased. "I thought you wanted to know."
"I am not shying away, it's just that... after hearing you say this, I have no idea how I'll be able to go in there and actually concentrate on the movie," she whispered.
"You will try," I smiled.
I put one arm on her shoulder and guided her inside the hall. It was dimly-lit and completely empty.
"Where do you want us to sit?"
She looked around and she gestured towards some seats that were placed towards the back of the room.
"Third row down," she said. "That gives you the best view."
I let her lead the way, watching her buttocks move under her tight dress as she walked up the stairs.
"I've never been in an empty theater until now," she said, sitting down. "It is kind of beautiful."
I positioned myself in the seat next to her.
"I've never done this either, but I have to agree."
When the trailers started, the lights went off completely, leaving us in total darkness. The last time I had been in a movie theater was years ago, when Emmett dragged me to watch the premiere of 'Star Wars: Attack of the Clones' with him. Back then, the room was full of noisy people and the air saturated with the scent of buttery popcorn, cologne and sweat. Right now, the only fragrance filling up my nose was that of Bella's: the sweet lavender heaven I had grown accustomed to.
I made it through the trailers without jumping on her like a fired up teenager would have. But she made things deliberately hard for me, when she decided that it was time to adjust her stockings right when the movie began. She lifted the skirt of her dress a few inches, allowing me to see the ethereal lace on her thighs, that was - oh, my God - set in place with the thin straps of a garter belt. I could not believe my eyes.
On the screen, a young Elvis Presley was playing guitar in front of Forrest Gump, but I couldn't really get into the scene. Electricity surged between us, just like it did a lifetime ago, when we stood next to each other in the biology class, as an educational movie played out in front of our eyes. I could remember all too clearly how impossible it had been to concentrate on the movie, how powerful the urge to touch her had felt - and how damning it had been not to indulge that impulse. What I felt now was much stronger and it would have driven my past self insane.
I let go of her hand and moved my own hand up her skirt and on her thigh, right where the delicate lace was ending.
"Interesting choice of undergarments," I murmured, my fingers exploring the frontier between her stockings and her skin.
"I figured you might think so."
"I like it very much."
Too much, if I was being honest.
She parted her legs ever so slightly, to give me better access. I traced small circles on her skin, watching her reactions. Her eyes were still glued to the screen, but they were disconcerted. Resistance was futile - we both knew that, but it turned me on to see her trying nonetheless.
Forrest was now running from his bullies on the screen and it was a beautiful scene, but I couldn't bring myself to pay the attention it deserved. Bella's legs quivered lightly when she felt my hand move up, to the rim of her underwear. The flimsy rim was wet.
"You are soaking, my love."
"You tend to have that effect on me," she replied.
I smiled and I pushed the silk of her underwear between her small folds. She squeaked when she felt the material pressing at her entrance. I leaned down and muttered in her ear:
"I think you would have a much, much better view if you would sit on my lap."
Bella looked behind, trying to make sure that there was no one left in the projection room. When she saw that nobody was there, she stood up and came in front of me. I laid my hands on her hips and pulled her body down, so that I could be her new chair.
"You're so hard," she purred with delight, grinding her ass against my stiff member, teasing me without mercy.
I chuckled.
"I usually am whenever you're around."
Her hips began rocking back and forth and I wondered if she had any idea how incredibly desirable she was. I lifted the skirt of her dress with care - this time, I couldn't afford any accidents. We had to walk out of the movie theater at some point and it wouldn't have been appropriate to do that naked.
The sight of her buttocks, ample and round, barely covered by a thong, came as a blessing. I grabbed them and started to knead their captivating flesh. She moaned when I did, and started moving against my erection with more force.
"Edward, I don't know how long I can take this..."
I loved her impatience. I removed my right hand from her ass and moved it in front, right between her legs. With a quick motion, I ripped her underwear away, shoving the remains in the back pocket of my jeans - a keepsake.
"Oh, love, I know, I know..." I murmured, my lips close to her ear lobe.
I thrust two fingers inside her, to ease up her desire.
"Mmmmm, you're so ready to take me in," I said appreciatively, sliding my fingers up and down slowly. "You like it when I do this?"
Her panting and spasms answered my question before she managed to say:
"Yes, don't stop!"
I squeezed her ass hard, not once stopping the motion of my hand between her legs.
"You want me to go faster?" I inquired.
"Please do..."
I happily obliged and her moans became more desperate.
"You're close," I uttered, mindful of the way her body began to contract around my fingers.
"Almost there..."
"Good. I want you to hold it and come when I'm inside you, Bella. Can you do that for me?"
She let out a small cry.
"I… really don't know if I can, Edward..."
"Try."
I slowed down my fingers, allowing her to gain back some sensibility. She leaned back against me, grabbing the armchair and breathing heavily. Soon enough, I was back to pushing in and out of her at full speed.
"Edward, please!"
"Hold it, love," I hissed. "Hold it for me."
She wriggled in my arms, trying hard not to come. I couldn't exactly explain it, but having this kind of control over her body brought me the most exquisite gratification - almost better than having an orgasm. In these moments, I felt more aware than ever that she was all mine, completely unshareable.
And as egotistical as it sounded, overpowering her when she was at her most vulnerable made me realize that no other man, human or vampire, could have ever understood the delicate intricacies of her body the way that I did. I wasn't the only one under a spell, always ready to worship her body and constantly craving more: she was under my spell just the same.
I could tell that a couple more thrusts would have been enough to push her into the flames of an orgasm and I slowed down, before stopping completely. I took out my fingers and she made a disapproving noise when I did. My fingers were now glistening, her liquid arousal coating them entirely. Carefully, I shoved my index finger inside my mouth, collecting every last drop of her sap. A groan broke from my throat when I felt her taste on my tongue: if there could ever be something as remotely delicious as her blood was, it was this.
I licked my index finger clean and, a few seconds later, I raised up my middle finger, that was still glazed in her excitement, to her lips.
"Open your mouth, Bella," I told her. "I want you to see how incredibly good you taste, why I can never get enough when I go down on you..."
Her lips parted in obedience, to make room for my finger. I felt her tongue swishing around and it made me think of how she did the very same thing that morning on my shaft, right when Alice called. It was impossible to prolong the waiting any longer without it becoming actual torture. I wanted her.
I unzipped my jeans with my free hand and impatiently guided myself towards her entrance. She lifted her hips in the air, allowing me to position myself right where I wanted to be. Her wetness on my tip felt paradisiacal. With my finger still in her mouth, she lowered her body until our bodies became one.
The apocalypse could have come in that moment, I wouldn't have cared. I pushed myself as deep as I could inside her body - and when there was no more room to go further, I pushed a little more. Bella let go of my finger, so that she could moan as loudly as she needed to. We were lucky that the sound from the movie was blaring.
"God, you're so big!" she sobbed helplessly, as she moved up and down my erection.
Her words aroused my animalistic side, because as soon as she uttered them, I grabbed the auburn locks that were cascading down her back in one fist and I pulled.
"I want to feel you come," I growled.
Bella increased her pace and I helped her, grabbing her with my free hand and guiding her hips in an insane dance of up-and-down.
"This is it, yes," I encouraged her, realizing that I was also close. "You feel so good... keep doing that, Bella..."
We were near the edge of the abyss, our bodies moving with extreme fervour. I had no idea what was going on on the screen in front of us, all that I could see and hear was Bella. Bella calling out my name. Bella taking me in as if there was no tomorrow. Bella's scent in the back of my nose, driving me crazy. Bella's long hair in my fist.
Before long, we fell into the most intense orgasm. Her body began shaking and she screamed, while I spilled my venom in her, filling her up until it began to spill over. Bella didn't hesitate to ride the aftershock of her orgasm and kept moving, her muscles tightening around me and coming once again.
I remained unmoved, with my eyes closed, the euphoria in my chest unbelievable. Our shared climax had left me completely speechless.
"You're way too good at this," Bella whispered.
"Mmmmm," was all I could manage.
"If I hadn't known you so well, I would've been convinced that you've had years and years of practice."
I let out a lazy laugh.
"Just a solid amount of practice in your last months of being human, love."
"The sex back then was nothing compared to this."
I agreed. There was too much holding back in her human days.
"And to think that I was ever worried that you might be too overwhelmed by thirst to even think about sex..."
"I'm glad you were wrong," she said, her voice cocky.
We laughed, and the slight movement sent unexpected vibrations in our interconnected bodies. Bella's laugh ended in a gasp. Her hips rotated, my shaft reaching new places inside of her.
"More?" I asked, and my breathing was suddenly back to irregular.
"More," she agreed.
Bella ended up not having any idea whatsoever about what happened in 'Forrest Gump'. She rode me for the entire duration of the movie. When the credits began rolling, we got up from the seat we had shared and tried to arrange our clothes a bit, so that it wouldn't be so obvious that we had spent the last two hours doing something that was, for all intents and purposes, illegal.
On the drive back to Forks, I took advantage of her lack of underwear and spent my time with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand between her legs, rubbing circles on her clitoris. She didn't even notice that I drove past the speed limit for most of the road.
Back in Forks, we decided to go to our meadow to continue our activities - after all, we hadn't been there at all since her transformation. It was the first cloudless night of that summer and the stars shone with all their power, as if to compensate for all the times when they remained hidden. Under their hazy light, the flowers looked almost translucent and extraterrestrial.
But the charm of the meadow at night paled in comparison to Bella's beauty the next morning, when the first rays of sun found their way through the canopy of leaves and on to her skin. It was the first time either of us got to see her under the sunlight.
"Can you see that?" she asked happily, jumping up from the grass and pirouetting her naked body in front of me.
She was a different creature, with the sun reflecting off each particle of her skin and making it look like liquid diamonds. The way the light was dancing on her skin made her look out-of-this-world beautiful. In that moment, I understood for the very first time why Bella never found me repulsive under the sun. She couldn't possibly have, if her thoughts had been anything like mine.
"You're perfect," I told her.
She kept on twisting around, so that I could see her from every possible angle. She was magnificent and the novelty of her appearance was all the more arousing, so I didn't think too much when I hurled myself to her, taking her in my arms and pinning her on the ground, all in the span of one second.
"Mrs. Cullen, you're too irresistible for your own good," I told her, before going down on her.
Days passed quickly in our meadow. The only measure of time we had was the sun that kept on rising and setting - or our phones, if we would have made an effort to check them. We only stopped when Bella told me she felt kind of thirsty.
"Only kind of?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, only kind of."
"You're a very strange newborn."
"I am a perfectly normal newborn, thank you very much," she pouted.
"No, you're absolutely weird," I countered, smiling. "But I love you all the more for this."
"Damn, you've got a way with your words..."
She chuckled before telling me:
"I know you know this, but I love you too, Edward."
I leaned down to press my lips gently on hers, lifting her from the grass at the same time. It wasn't as sunny today, but her skin still glistened whenever a stray ray of sun touched it.
"So what does the lady want to eat?"
"I'm in the mood for something light."
"How do some herbivores sound?"
"Delicious."
Bella retrieved her dress from the ground and put it back on. Unfortunately, the rest of her lingerie set had had a worse fate and a much shorter lifespan. She picked up what once used to be her stockings - the ones that made me lose it in the movie theater - and held them ostentatiously in front of me.
"Seriously?" she said, staring at the abnormal pattern of their tearing.
"They were in my way," I shrugged, as I put my pants back on.
She shook her head and grabbed her bra from the grass - or what had remained of it.
"What did this bra ever do to you?"
"It shouldn't have been there in the first place, love."
Bella found the remains of her garter belt as well and put them in the small purse she had, along with the rest of her ruined lingerie.
"Ready to take down those herbivores, beautiful?" I queried.
"Bring them," she said and vanished from the meadow before my very eyes.
ghts were roaming through my mind at that moment, but one was more powerful than any other: if there was a Heaven out there, this was the closest I was ever going to get to it.
The following week passed like a breeze. Bella was getting better and better at being a newborn, constantly amazing us. Every so often, Emmett found new ways in which he could challenge her physical strength - and I loved seeing her win each time. It offered me great comebacks for all his jokes regarding my overly active sex life.
Carlisle and I finally had the big talk about my red eyes, the one that we had silently postponed. He didn't want many explanations from me - mainly because he understood what lied behind my motivations before I got the chance to tell him. But there was one thing that he had been dying to know and he didn't shy away from telling me out loud, although I had heard it already in his mind:
"Now, son, why did you ever try to hide this from me?"
"I suppose I didn't want to disappoint you," I responded, my tone guilty. "I know I did decades ago when I left and I… changed my diet."
The memories of my rebellion, when I decided that I could play God and determine who got to live and who didn't, weren't my favourite. But they were a part of me nonetheless - a part of me that served as a reminder of who I used to be and who I actually was.
"That was different, Edward, and you know that."
"I know your stance on drinking human blood, Carlisle," I tried to beat around the bush.
"Why are you avoiding this?"
"You were afraid that I might have tried to talk you out of it, weren't you?"
I sighed. He knew me too well.
"Essentially, yes."
"I wouldn't have. It had always been your choice."
"Yes, of course, but… you have to know I won't do this again, dad. It was the last time for me."
And that wasn't a lie. I knew, even back when I was caught in the frenzy of drinking her blood, that no other human could ever have the same effect, the same overbearing power on me. It was pointless to even imagine that.
"I know."
"But you do need to hunt though. You look exhausted and hungry."
He wasn't the only one who thought so, as Esme kept bugging me about this for days. Not long after our discussion, I went to a mirror to check. Carlisle was right, as usual: my eyes were dark as coal, and the black circles underneath them didn't do me any favours. My long nights - and sometimes days - spent with Bella away from our family managed to drain me of the energy her blood had offered me.
In the living room, Alice was trying some braiding techniques on my wife's hair. As she plaited intricate patterns, Bella stood perfectly still, engrossed in the world of the book in her hands, "Jane Eyre". A few feet away from them, Emmett was playing some video game on the TV.
"I'm going hunting," I announced.
"About freaking time, bro, you look like a ghost," Emmett said, as his fingers pushed erratically on the buttons of the joystick.
"Hey, he looks fine!" Bella protested, her eyes not moving from the book.
"Maybe to you."
Alice was so concentrated on her work, that she didn't let our banter disrupt her thoughts.
"That's what disappearing for days on end will get you, dude," Emmett voiced his thoughts, proud of his innuendo.
"So is anyone interested in going?" I asked, ignoring his remark.
Alice sighed and lifted her eyes from Bella's hair.
"I'll have to disappoint you, but the two of us are going to be busy," she said.
"It's been almost two weeks since Bella and I went shopping and I still have so much more to add to her wardrobe."
"We're leaving soon and I want Bella to have a full wardrobe before we do."
"Alice, my closet is more than full! I'm pretty sure it can't possibly take a new influx of clothes."
"Not true."
I growled.
"You know she's well-fed and I had no particular visions lately, so please don't begin!"
"Bella, we've had this discussion," Alice complained. "Don't start again..."
"Okay, while these two are fighting, why don't we get started?" Emmett asked.
He kept pushing the buttons on the joystick, beating his virtual opponent.
"Tell me what you had in mind."
"I wouldn't mind a few bears," I told him.
"Nice! To hell with all bears."
I laughed. Emmett's everlasting vendetta against bears never ceased to amuse me.
"Just let me finish this sucker up and I'm good to go," he said.
"Do your thing, Em."
I let him finish his business and went to sit next to Bella and Alice.
"So I take it you're not free tonight?" I asked Bella, letting one hand rest on her knee.
She lifted her eyes from the book to look at me.
"It would seem so."
"Too bad, I had some plans with you."
"What plans?"
"There was a meteor shower tonight, I was hoping we would go see that."
Emmett began laughing hysterically.
"She's no longer in high school, Edward," he said, still laughing. "You'll have to be a bit more creative if you want to get down and dirty."
I didn't look when I grabbed the nearest object and threw it at him. It turned out to be a vase that broke into tens of pieces when it crashed against his head.
"Come on, how old are you to fall for Emmett's jokes?"
Bella shook her head in his direction. He didn't even flinch.
"Can I take you up on that offer after we come back?" she murmured towards me, her eyes glistening.
"Of course."
I leaned down to press my palm on her cheek. A smile lightened her face when I did that.
"Okay, I'm ready to maul some bears," Emmett announced.
Bella giggled and I reached out to kiss her goodbye.
"I can't wait to see you again," I said, my lips pressed to hers.
"Counting the minutes," she replied, her sweet breath overwhelming me.
"And I'm counting the days until you two stop behaving like literal teenagers," Emmett slipped casually into our conversation.
Alice rolled her eyes in despair and nudged me with her leg.
"Go already! You two are ruining our girl-bonding afternoon," she whined.
I laughed and ruffled her spiky hair playfully.
"Have fun with that."
"You too!" she said and stuck her tongue out at me, like a kid.
Emmett and I ventured far into the heart of the mountains, where bears were plenty. In the hours that followed, we easily took down a family-worth of bears. He got full after the second one. I got full after the sixth.
Upon feeling the animal's blood on my tongue for the first time after so long, I groaned - not a groan of pleasure. The blood, thick and tangy, rolled down my throat in waves. As I fed, my mind went to where I knew it would and where I hoped it wouldn't: the day I got to drank from Bella. The memory of her blood, so velvety and hot, so rich and aromatic, held me in its arms and kept me there as a prisoner.
I wanted to savour that supreme heavenly taste again. The fact that I could no longer do that infuriated me to my very core. The blood that was flooding my mouth now had no voluptuousness. It was vulgar and lacking the sweetness and the floral notes I had adored so much in Bella's blood. In the past I thought I was like a vegetarian feeding on tofu, but now I felt more like a vegetarian feeding on nothing but stale dry bread.
The first bear brought me no satisfaction - just like the second, just like the third. The hunting itself turned into a nightmare when I realized that I was unable to fulfill my needs - even more when it struck me that I had brought the disaster upon myself. If only I would have been strong enough to resist the carnal urge to drink Bella's blood back when I still had a choice, this wouldn't have happened. But then again, not doing that didn't feel like an option back then, when I was basically begging her to let me.
I went through each animal with rage and violence they did not deserve. The more I drank, the more frustrated I got and the more frustrated I got, the more I drank - it was a vicious cycle. At some point, I did feel full, but not in the least fulfilled, so I continued to drink mindlessly.
If it wouldn't have been for Emmett, I might have gone on with my rampage for days. While I was feeding on the sixth bear, searching for something that wasn't there, I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't you want to take a break?" he asked with an unusually calm voice.
Lost in my own personal hell, I had lost track of his thoughts and he managed to startle me - something that almost never happened. My lips were pressed to the animal's fur when I answered him:
"I'm good."
"You don't seem to be, I've never seen you like this."
"Why don't we talk?"
"All's fine, Em."
He sighed.
"You're really giving me no choice."
Using all his force and taking advantage of the state I was in, Emmett grabbed me and threw me several feet away. He braced himself to be hit back, but to his surprise, I remained on the ground.
"What the hell?"
I looked between the vines in front of me, into the darkness of the forest. My nose picked up the scents the wind blew in my direction, but to no avail. There was nothing there for me.
"Are you having a breakdown of sorts?" Emmett asked, cautiously approaching me.
"I'm not sure," I admitted.
He paused, confused.
"Okay, I wasn't prepared for this."
"Did something… trigger you or what?"
"It's just..." - I struggled to find my words - "it's not her blood, you know? No matter how much I take, it feels pointless. Am I... broken?"
"Pretty sure you can't break a vampire."
"Well, it sure as hell feels like you can right now."
He sat beside me with a deep sigh.
"You're just not over that whole experience, bro."
"I should be. It's been weeks. And it was all fine until today."
"Well, who gets to decide these kinds of things anyway? It might as well take months."
"Very helpful."
He opened his mouth to tell me an uplifting joke when my phone rang. I retrieved it from my pocket, amazed that there was reception that far up the mountain.
"It's Alice," I said, looking at the screen.
"Calling for fashion advice, I bet."
"Very funny, but the mall is closed around this time, so I think they might be back," I said, before responding. "Hi, Alice!"
On the other end, there was a low unidentifiable hum. It took Alice a couple of seconds to say 'hi' back.
"Are you back already?" I asked.
"Not exactly… I don't know if there's a proper way to say this, but something happened."
I could feel Emmett's eyes burn through my skull while I waited for Alice to continue.
"There's been an accident close to Calawah River Park."
"What accident?"
A small whimper reverberated from her end - but I could tell it wasn't hers.
"It happened so fast, I had no chance to see it, Edward, I swear..."
"Alice..." I didn't recognize my voice.
"It was a car crash, with a lot of blood. I had no idea that..."
"Is Bella with you?" I interrupted her, my patience as thin as a thread.
The pause that followed took forever before she decided to respond:
"Yes, she's here."
"How is she doing?"
Another impossible pause.
"That's why I called. Bella… she lost it."
"What do you mean she lost it?"
The edge in my voice was sharp, intertwining with Alice's sigh into a hideously prophetic sound.
"Well… she killed everybody, Edward," Alice finally answered. "And there are witnesses."
And just like that, my entire world came crashing to the ground.
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