Author's Note- I was writing most of this really late last night, so I'm sorry if it's a bit scattered or if the pack and Edward seem a bit too out of character. Once again, reviews, advice, whatever, are all greatly appreciated. Thanks to Sheenabe123, WakeMeUpWhenItsTimeToGoToSleep, and Sexy Hawthorne Heights for the reviews.
"She was already in a lot of pain when she called," I responded averting my gaze from Edward's desperate face. "Edward...I think it's too late to get the venom out. Bella is turning in to a vampire."
EDWARDPOV
This was my fault. If I hadn't gotten involved with Bella this would have never happened. She'd still be human, she'd be able to live with Charlie, and she'd eventually die. I glanced back towards her shaking body and grimaced. I hurt her like this. Well, I didn't exactly change her…But I had to get the vampire that did.
"Alice?" I prompted without tearing my eyes away from my suffering love.
"Yes, Edward?" I struggled with the next words about to come out of my mouth because the last thing I needed right now was to be apart from Bella, but I had to.
"Take Bella, and go home. Have Carlisle see if he can do anything for her pain." My jaw clenched at the word pain. The pain that I caused was eating away at my delicate Bella. I leaned down and kissed her creased forehead, and then, finally averted my gaze from her struggling body and looked towards Alice who nodded solemnly and gently picked Bella up off the moist green floor. I turned away ready to face James, but Alice stopped me.
"Edward, be careful. I still can't see what's going to happen," she looked down, and her guilt only inflamed mine.
"It's not your fault Alice," I said in a hoarse whisper. "It's mine, and I'm going to take care of it. Now go," and she was gone in an instant. I turned towards the studio, my anger building as I pictured James. Why in the world would he decide to turn Bella in to a vampire instead of killing her? Did he think it would be worse for her that way? These thoughts of his sadistic nature angered me even more, and I disregarded any doubts I'd been having about killing another vampire. I burst through the door of the dance studio, but what I saw stopped me in my tracks.
There was a group of four boys sitting around a fire with satisfied smirks on their faces. The familiar smell that I had noted before seemed to be emanating from their bodies. They kept their eyes on the fire, and when I followed their gaze I realized what had happened. But how would they know how to kill James? The only people who know that are vampires and-oh-werewolves. I'd only encountered werewolves a few times in my life, but that was back in Forks.
"Ahem…" I looked up and realized that they had become aware of my presence. I hated werewolves, but I had to remain calm if I wanted to stay alive. "Can we help you Edward?" asked the one closest to the fire. Wait a second, how did he know my name?
"I'm deeply sorry to interrupt gentlemen," I began in my kindest (fake) voice. "I was looking for James, but it seems you already took care of that for me. I have to say, I'm puzzled as to why you came after him. And how do you know my name?"
"Ah, yes, we did take careof your bloodsucker friend here. He was trying to kill a friend of ours. As for, my knowing your name, that's because your family and my own have a long-rather brutal- history together. I'm Sam Uley, by the way," the same one as before answered; the leader I'm guessing. So these were the new generation of La Push werewolves. At least I'm safe because of the treaty, but it still bothered me that they were here.
"Trust me, he wasn't my friend. How did you know to find Bella here? And why do you care that much?" Questions kept spouting out, but I didn't care, I was just relieved that James was taken care of. One of the other dogs spoke turned towards me with a strange look in his eyes that seemed to be angry yet jealous.
"I brought them here to save Bella, because…Well, we needed to. I care because I've imprinted on her. Unfortunately for me, she has chosen you. But where was the big bad protector today huh? We saved her, not you. I deserve her not you!" He screamed, releasing his pent up anger. His hands began to shake and a warning growl emitted from Sam's throat. The dog hung his head down and stared at the fire once more.
"Excuse Jacob," Sam pardoned. "He's still learning how to control his anger. I'm glad we could be of assistance to you, but Bella ran off somewhere. We would've gone after her, but we were taking care of James here," he gestured to the fire with plumes of smoke that reached the ceiling of the studio. I nodded, and prepared to go. The feeling in the room was strangely tense now that I had learned of Jacob's yearning for the one I lived for.
"Okay, well thank you. I'm going to go tend on Bella," I said and slid out the door. After going not more than a few paces, I felt a hand tug me back. I whipped around to find the dog-Jacob- holding my arm. I raised my eyebrows in anticipation.
"Is she okay?" he asked, his eyes darting around but never meeting my own. I clenched my jaw at their question. If by okay, they meant alive then yes, she was okay...But in my mind she was far from okay, she was suffering terribly, and soon would be overcome with a terrible desire to kill. Jacob seemed to notice my hesitation. "Is she alive at least?" he choked out.
"Yes, she's alive," I started, mentally debating about whether or not I should tell him that she was turning in to one of his enemies. "Jacob, before your pack arrived; James had bitten her and injected his venom in to her blood. Since you and your pack didn't know what was happening, the poison was given time to spread. She's turning in to one of us now," I said glumly. Although my words sounded slightly accusatory, I blamed nobody but myself for this event. Jacob shot me a look of horror and began to shake again, but then he was out of sight.
BELLAPOV
The burning hadn't ceased since it had started, and now it was a constant pulse in every part of my body, disabling any chance of coherent thought. Despite this I was vaguely aware of the other beings present around me. Muffled voices echoed in my ears, but the vibrations didn't register in my mind. I felt two soft lips pass over my forehead, lips that I knew well, and I knew that I was safe. Then I felt my body being lifted off the ground, but that did nothing to slow the thousands of knives that were pounding in to my flesh. I struggled to open my clenched eyelids, but to no avail. A new surge of pain ricocheted through my body, and my mind once again floated in to oblivion.