Here it is! Chapter 2! I hope ya like it.

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I sped down the road, not caring about the speed limit. Only caring about Bella. I had to see her. I only noticed the turning as an old car pulled out in front of me from it. It wasn't Bella in the driving seat. I drove carefully down the dirt track I knew so well. I couldn't see the cottage through the fog, but it couldn't be far. This part of the woods was beautiful in daylight. Although, as Bella would say, it was too green. I chuckled lightly at Bella's view of things. She always surprised me. Now would be no different.

I pulled up outside the cottage, next to Bella's truck. The cottage was small, old and traditional. All things Bella loved. The door was ajar. I pushed it open gently. Oh no. Dear God no!

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There she was. Lying on the bed. Her head was tilted back. Her body lifeless, apart from a, barley noticeable from a distance, erratic heartbeat. And sticking out of her chest was a small silver dagger with the words 'Per sempre miniera' engraved on the handle. 'Forever Mine.' Someone, and I had a fairly good idea who it was, wasn't prepared to let anyone other than himself have her, even if it meant doing the unthinkable. Selfish ba-

"Edward." Bella's voice trembled. I rushed over to her, clutching her limp body to my own.

"Carlisle!" I screamed down the phone.

"Edward, what is it?" His voice was panicked.

"Bella… cottage… dagger!"

"I'll be right there."

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I waited, not so patiently. All the time keeping Bella cradled against my chest. I couldn't let go. Nothing on this earth could persuade me to let go. What was taking Carlisle so long! Tears where streaming down my face. I hadn't noticed until now, now Bella was on the verge of death, now that I may never here her voice again, I hadn't noticed how much I felt for her. How much I loved her. How much I needed her. If she died, I'd have nothing left. I would be a shell, a zombie. I'd probably follow her soon. I couldn't live in a world where Bella didn't exist.

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I head Carlisle, at least I hope it was Carlisle, hurrying up the steps, dragging something behind him. The door swung open and he rushed in, kneeling beside Bella and me. He looked at me with sympathetic eyes. Laying her down, Carlisle began to work. All the time never letting go of her hand. He moved his hand slowly towards the dagger. Bella let out an antagonising scream, torturing me, as he swiftly removed it. He began work again, I couldn't look. I wasn't squeamish. But this was Bella, I couldn't do it.

"There's an ambulance outside." He said after a few minutes. "We have to get her there. She'll be OK, Edward." He added, smiling slightly. I couldn't smile back. How could he know that? Sure, he's a doctor but is he a surgeon? No. "Edward, I promise. She won't die."

"How do you know that? For sure? You're a doctor, you're just there to make the game longer, but in the end you always lose."

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I sat in the hospital waiting room. What if something went wrong? What if she died? What would happen then? Could I go on knowing that she was never going to look at me, smile at me or even blush again? Could Alice cope with not being able to see her best friend again? Could Emmett, Jasper or Rosalie go on with out her? She was a huge part of all of our lives, life wouldn't be the same if she was gone. We'd all be shells, zombies of our former selves. Alice would always have Jasper. Emmett would always have Rosalie. But who would I have? There wouldn't be a reason to live much longer.

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Alice broke down into a shivering wreck, curled up in a ball on the waiting room chair. Jasper soothingly rubbed her back, tears sliding noticeably down his own cheeks. Emmett and Rosalie where nearly as bad as Alice, crying into each others shoulders. I sat still, staring into space. I wasn't crying but I was worse than them all. My head was blank, I was already the zombie that we all threatened to become. I couldn't cry, I couldn't think. I was practically dead.

A doctor approached the nurse's station, his eyes sad. He whispered something to her, she giggled. Not our doctor then. The nurse's eyes darted to us, then back to the doctor. He nodded, turning towards us.

"Ms. Swan's family?" He asked us, uncertain. I was glad it was Swan. I'd probably have a tantrum if he had said Black. I nodded.

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The moment of truth,

Life or death,

The future,

The past,

In one man's hands.

Could I live if,

If the news was bad?

Could anyone?

Whats gonna happen!?!?!?! Love it? Hate it? Any Ideas?

Sorry it's short, i couldn't think of anything else to put into it.