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I had shown Bella the surprise, alright. She had gotten a good look, and the astonishment I had been expecting to find on her face was there; the confusion as well. But there was another emotion that I hadn't been expecting. Not her, of all people. Anger. After the initial two emotions, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes narrowed, her face compacting, squishing her full lips into a fine line.
She had asked for it. She had wanted it. I had not given it to her, and she had been upset. So, why was she so angry after I gave the thing she dubbed a gift--not a curse--to another being? I just couldn't understand.
I had been dreading to show here what I had done. Now that I had finally worked my courage up, she had blown up in my face.
"For god's sake, Edward, it's just a child!" she had screamed.
True. The person I had changed into a vampire was just a child, but I had seen him on the brink of death. It was probably one of the most difficult decisions of my life, but I am not one to just let a kid die, when I know I can save them. And now that I knew that vampires weren't damned to hell, I did not feel like the devil.
I tried to explain my reasoning; the pathetic limp body I had held in my arms, trying all other forms of resuscitation, before finally resorting to changing him. She didn't buy it. I tried to explain that I knew his soul was not damned. She didn't buy it. I tried to tell her that he could live a full and happy life. She didn't buy it.
"He will never know love!" In her mind, it completely dissolved ever single justification I had made.
True. But, with or without my help, he wouldn't have known it anyway. After I had run out of reasons--and arguing was senseless at that point--I let her storm off, probably to ask Alice for a ride home.
That is where I sat. I was in the place I had hidden the child during the changing process; an old barn that the Oregon Trail folk had probably used once settling. We were deep in the woods, although I had marked a trail for Bella with bright yellow paint. I would know if she made it to Alice safely because I would just read her thoughts. I was too miserable to go after her.
Bella needed time to cool down, anyways. And in the mean time, the child was suffering. He was through most of the major pain, now only moaning occasionally in what would be his last slumber.
I didn't know his name. I didn't know his age. However, I could take a wild guess at his birthplace, and it made me cringe. His skin was becoming paler and paler with each passing moment, but it was still a light shade of russet, a once deep red-brown color. His hair was short, but black and glossy. Like I said, I could take a wild guess at where he lived. La Push.
The possible consequences for my actions caused a shudder to run down my spine. But, whether my actions were right or wrong, I could not undo it now. All I knew was that I needed Bella on my side, to help me through this. I needed her hand to give me the strength I needed to stay firm.
I was no longer caught up in the moment. I knew what I had to do. And it began with getting her forgiveness.
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I found that part very difficult to write without making Edward seem evil. I do think that Edward did the right thing, whether he managed to express that or not.