Chapter Seven

Edwards P.O.V.

Trying to carry on conversation was pointless when I was just going to kill him. I was in a crouch, ready to fight. He was talking. I could easily lunge for his throat and kill him. But thats not what I wanted. I wanted to fight him. I wanted him to retaliate, to believe he could hurt me.

Son, if you feel the need to hurt him, just do it now. We need to save Bella. She only has a few minutes left.

Sometimes I could swear Carlisle was a mind reader.

"Isabella was so beautiful, but so helpless. She was as tough as a newborn kitten, though she thought she was a lion." I looked at over at her. Her eyes were shut, but terror was clear on her face. He was right about that. She thought she was tough, or at least she tried to be. Compared to us, she was a kitten as he said.

A new scent blew in. Carlisle and I exchanged looks.

"No," I said horrified, He had already changed her. The scent of his venom was strong in her blood now.

"Thank you," I said to Winston. "You saved me from having to change her."

"Your Welcome," he replied, courteous.

"See, I have had to drink her blood before, trying to get venom out of her. It was very difficult for me to stop, almost impossible. I don't think I would be able to stop myself this time," I replied rudely.

She'll be awake soon, Edward. I heard Alice thinking from a different room. You need to kill Winston now.

I looked at Carlisle, and he nodded in approval. A last, deep, snarl ripped through me. I lunged at him, and before he had a chance to defend himself, my teeth were ripping in his throat.

"Fight fair," Winston choked out. His red eyes were suddenly fading.

"What's wrong with his eyes?" I heard a soft murmur from behind me. If I had a beating heart, it would be spazzing right now.

"Bella, are you okay? I'm so sorry! I love you!" I said, running towards her.

I knew that Winston was still alive. I turned my head, confused.

I'll take care of him, Carlisle thought. He grabbed Winston by the head and dragged him out of the room.

"It's okay. But his eyes were blue. What's wrong with them?" Bella asked.

"I don't know, Bella. Are you okay?"

"Yes. Edward, I'm sorry," she whispered. She was weak, and in pain. I could tell just by the edge of her voice, and her heart silently beating. It was getting slower, but louder.

"Bella, I think there's something you should know," I said, trying to picture her like me. A monster.

"What?"

"Isabella, you are going to be a vampire. By the end of tomorrow night, your transformation will be complete."

"I know."

I stared into her eyes. She didn't seem upset. She didn't seem mad. She just seemed calm.

"I figured that out earlier. Besides, the pain gave it away."

I realized that she was still nailed to the coffin (only by her shirt, not her skin). I went to unscrew the nails out.

"Do you want to go home with me, or would you rather be in your bed?"

"You have to ask?" she laughed.

"You amaze me, Bella. You are the only person I know who would be able to laugh in this pain."

"I'm not in pain. Well, I might be. I'm so used to it that I don't feel anything."

I looked at her body. Bruises and bloody scratches covered her from head to toe. I couldn't help but to feel guilty.

I picked up her body.

A bloodcurdling scream filled the room.

"PUT ME DOWN DAMMIT!!!" Bella screamed, crying. I set her carefully on the floor. She writhed in pain, and I fell to my knees.

Carlisle ran into the room, covered in blood.

"There's more venom in her body then there is blood. She lost so much blood. This is not good, son."