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Chapter 2
(Edwards pov)
We had just returned from our family hunting trip. It had been a good day, but I was anxious to see my Bella again.
She and Alice had stayed behind to plan a surprise party for Esme.
Esme was always doing things for us and we thought it would be nice if we did something for her for once.
When we entered the house all we heard was quiet. It was quiet. Too quiet. Jasper called for Alice, and we waited for the sound of her voice. SILENCE.
"Bella," I called. Nothing was heard.
I tried to read Alice's mind, but I couldn't seem to get a reading. I looked at the others and they all shared the same thought that I was having. Something was really wrong.
Esme headed off to the kitchen and we followed her. She stopped suddenly and screamed.
Lying there in the middle of the kitchen floor was Alice. Jasper and I were beside her in a flash. I looked at her and the place where my heart should be skipped a beat. She was alive. Barely, but nevertheless alive.
Jasper looked like he was about to explode. He was in pain and I knew why. He was in pain because Alice was in pain. Knowing my little pixie was in pain almost brought the non-flowing tears to my eyes.
I looked up at Carlisle. He was holding Esme. She was shaking and trying not to show it, but we all knew she was scared. We all were. I looked at Alice once again and asked her one question. "Who did this?"
Her response was something I never expected, and something that changed my life. It was just one word, but that one word shook my dead body to the core.
"Bella."