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Recap: I couldn't see exactly what was happening in the dark, but I soon saw the sand that was under them as they rolled over each other ripping at each other's throats I couldn't breathe.

The once light tan sand looked black in the moon light. It was wet, clumping together, held together by blood. And a lot of it.

Quil's POV

I could almost hear the sickening snap of a bone as my back collided with the sharp rock. I tried to growl but instead a pathetic pain filled whimper escaped my lips.

I could feel the leech's eyes on me, picturing the smug grimace he would have on his face thinking he had actually hurt me enough to keep me down. It will take a hell of a lot more than just that to keep me from Bella, I violently thought to myself.

Somewhere farther away I could hear my angel's cries to me. She was begging me to come to her, to stop fighting, that she loved me. Every time she said that my heart swelled immensely. I had, had to run her words over and over in my head the first time she said it. I love Quil, I love Quil, what? Who does she love? Holy shit did she just say my name? She did! It took everything I had to keep myself from kissing her then, to take her away from where we were and hide her away for only my eyes. To tell her that I had loved her since first laying eyes upon her, that I would never leave her like that- that- blood sucker had, that she was the only girl I would ever love. But instead of what I wanted to do, I only pulled her close to me and tried to protect her from the vile creature threatening my angel.

Hell no, she is mine, you are never laying eyes upon her after this. That was the only thought in my mind when he said that she would be his. That was not happening. Not now. Not ever.

New waves of pure hatred for that creature poured over me and taking in our situation I quickly rose from the ground and attacked, thinking only of what I would do to him if he touched my Bella. My Bella. God that sounds amazing. My Bel- I remembered suddenly that I was in the middle of a fight for possibly my life.

Again Bella's screamed pierced through the night. "Nooooo!" she screeched high enough that I wanted to cover her own ears. I flinched as I heard sobs follow her outburst. No Bella, no, don't cry, you shouldn't cry. Bella, angels don't cry. I wanted so bad to go over and wrap her in my arms and rock her slowly to my chest, keeping the forbidden tears from escaping.

((Sort of graphic… you don't absolutely have to read this…))

I tore at his chest, tearing his shirt to shreds and slicing open his marble skin, blood gushed out of the cuts as my claws dug farther into his death deserving body. I lost my focus for a second when Bella called to me, and that was all it took for the bastard to push me off of himself and onto my side punching me with his metal-like fist across the face and in the stomach at the same time, causing me to double over in pain.

I clawed at him but soon I couldn't see through the sticky red substance that was flowing over my eyes, emanating from somewhere on my head. I tried to rub the blood off of my face, but my fur covered paws did not do much. I jumped up and searched for the leech. I soon found the blood sucker and lunged at him again throwing him into a pile of rocks and trees roots that were thrown onto the beach.

He roared and barred his teeth at me. I growled as menacingly as I could back and as fast as I could, bent down and picked up the jagged piece of rock that lay at my feet. With the sharp object in my hand I ran towards him. He ran back towards me in an almost feline like stance and roared again before I felt his venom coated teeth sink into my skin.

I attempted to stab the rock into his chest but missed, blinded by the agony ripping at my flesh. He released his teeth and seemed to spit the taste out of his mouth. His body shook in anger and I took the opportunity to push him off of me.

Pain like none I had ever felt hit me then, I could feel my body shake with the anguish that was engulfing me. I lashed out once more and felt Edward's cold face against my paw. As a last motion I raked my nails into his skin and felt warm liquid run down my now almost human arm.

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Suddenly he yanked away, and from my blurred vision I saw him walking a little ungracefully to a stumbling figure coming towards us. Realization hit me. Bella. Oh Bella run now, run away, don't see me like this. Please, I love you.

A moment passed before Bella pushed around Edward and ran to me. I wanted to shield my face from her view, but my limbs wouldn't respond to what I was asking.

I heard Bella's enraged but fear full voice scream out as I changed fully from one form into my original. I felt her hands on my face and swiftly, her lips on mine, I reached up and brushed her cheek with my palm, it was wet. She was crying. I attempted to soothe my angel but instead fell into darkness with her true words the last thing on my mind.

Bella's POV

I ran as fast as I could, falling down every couple of steps, towards Quil and Edward. Growling, ripping, breaking, me screaming, all permeated the silence around us. All I could think about was Quil staying safe. Safe enough to be with me forever. That's all I wanted. Him. Now. Unbroken. Edward was making this very hard to accomplish.

I finally was in seeing distance of them but what I saw, I wish I hadn't. Quil lashed his giant black paw at Edward's flawless face and I gasped and fell over as I saw his claws sink into Edward's indestructible skin. I tried to scream at Quil, tell him to stop, but no words would come. Tears again flowed down my face, as I demanded myself to get up off the ground to go try and help.

The sundress I was wearing was now in sandy pieces hanging off of me, from falling on branches and rocks. Long gashes down the sides of the dress made it hard for me to stand. I had long lost my sandals and could feel the sting of sand in cuts on the bottoms of my feet.

All I could think of was Quil. Quil. Quil. He had to be safe. I kept my head down as I tried to run as fast as I could to him, but soon hit a very hard body. I looked up into Edward's black eyes and gasped. His perfect face was cut everywhere. Blood streaked down his cheeks, his hair was matted with not only his blood but Quil's. Quil. I pushed past Edward and ran to my savior who was now laying on the beach, in his human form.

I couldn't help but release the ear shattering scream as I saw his weakened body on the sand. "Quil!" I ran to him and dropped by his side. I put both of my hands on the sides of his face and used my thumbs to clear some of the blood off of his angelic face. I leaned down and kissed him softly not wanting to hurt anything that wasn't already. Tears cascaded down my cheeks looking over my Quil. His hand cupped the side of my face for a moment and I leaned into it pressing my tear stained cheek to his palm. I turned my head to the side trying to kiss his fingers, but his hand abruptly dropped.

Again I let out scream but this time it was one of anguish filled with disparity and longing. New pools of tears flooded my eyes as I collapsed sobbing onto his chest.

I stayed like that for a couple minutes until the suffering and fear turned to pure unadulterated hatred. For Edward. I jumped up faster than I should have and stumbled a little. Only to be caught by cold arms.

I ripped myself from his grasp and pushed him away, he stepped backwards and stared at me with eyes full of longing. The ocher black had been replaced with a melting butterscotch. I can't give in. I will not give in. Look what he has done to you, Look what he has done to Quil. Again the hatred burned at me and I stepped forward slapping his marble like face as hard as I could. Pain shot through my arm but I covered the wince, and instead raised my hand to slap him again. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I used my other hand and tried to push away. He didn't let me move.

"Get off of me." I ordered. Keeping my face as unemotional as possible.

"Come now Bella, don't be like that, I just fought for you," I felt sick when he paused. "And won," He smirked at Quil's not moving form on the ground.

"You sick bastard, stay away from me." I spat out. "I hate you." I glared at him and his smug look grew. I wanted to slap it away, and if I didn't know that I would break my hand I would have.

"Oh no you don't Bella, you couldn't hate me. You love me. You belong with me. No. You belong to me." I snapped my slightly ajar jaw shut and glared at him with all the fierce hate I had burning inside me.

"I don't think so." My words dripping in coldness and disgust. Edward smirked again but released me stepping backwards.

"You'll see, you will be mine." I tried to snap back at him but he continued. "Good night Isabella." And he turned and ran over the rest of the beach and into the pith black forest.

I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate, and I dropped to my knees. Choked sobs shook my body. More than I wanted to admit, I was scared. Scared for Quil, scared for us, scared of Edward. I crawled over to Quil's side and laid my head on his muscular chest that was striped with drying blood.

Eventually my sobs quieted some, and I as able to hear the reassuring beat of Quil's heart. My arm that crossed his torso and my head that lay on his chest rose and fell with his breathing. I looked up at the sky and for the fist time that night noticed something. There was not one cloud in the sky tonight, the stars and moon shown brightly down onto the sandy beach where I lay with my love, hoping to God, there would be a tomorrow for us.

But lately tomorrows seemed farther and farther away.

He had to get better. He had to. I couldn't lose him Not like this. No not like this not now. I told myself as I put my arms around his torso, tears came down my cheeks and dripped onto his stomach where they traveled down his sculpted abs intertwining with the blood they passed.

I heard a stick snap behind me, and turned around but saw nothing. I lay my head back down, and felt the tears start again. I mindlessly drew circles on Quil's stomach, and whispered softly to him. I told him that I loved him and that he had to get better, I said thank you for the date tonight and told him of places I wanted to go with him. Hours had to have passed and I fell asleep using Quil as a warm pillow.

I was woken by a warm hand shaking my shoulder. "Bella?" I opened my eyes slightly; the sudden burst of sunlight hurt my eyes. "Sam, she's over here!" a rough voice shouted. I rolled over and let my eyes get used to the brightness. When I looked up I saw Sam Uley's, Embry's, and Paul's faces all staring down at me with worried expressions.

"Bella are you okay?" Sam asked reaching down to help me up. I sat up dizzily and brushed myself off slightly, blushing deeply as I noticed how much my ripped dress revealed.

I nodded a little, as I tried myself to find out if I was okay. I could feel my legs and my hands were working, I was numb, that was probably a good thing, but I felt empty. Why did I feel empty? It hit me suddenly. Where is Quil? I looked at the blood soaked ground next to me but found no Quil. Before I even had the chance to ask the question Sam spoke. "Bella, Quil's okay, he's being taken back to his house as we speak." I was confused. Why didn't I feel it when he left? Why didn't he wake me? I looked around and got even more confused than I had been before. The ground I was laying on was not the same as the one I feel asleep on.

"Bella, why didn't you stay with Quil? He is freaking out. It took us forever to find you." My mind whirled and I felt startlingly lightheaded. I took slow deep breaths and tried to speak.

"I-I was- I" I couldn't sort out my thoughts. I looked back down at the sand I was sitting in and something hit me. If Quil hadn't been lying with me, that- that was my blood. I reached a shaking hand to my back and felt the stiff fabric. I wedged my fingers through the slit that was covered in dried blood, and immediately felt nauseous. I could feel new wet blood seeping from the cut and the stinging that my sandy fingers caused. I winced.

I looked back up to Sam with wide eyes and before he could ask what was wrong, I fainted falling over sideways onto my stomach. The last thing that I heard was a startled shriek, "Holy shit! Paul find a doctor! If she keeps bleeding like that she's not gunna live muc-" Then I blacked out.

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