AN: I'm sorry this is so short, but it seemed inappropriate to try and make it longer. It would just make it sound bad if I tried to force it. Nevertheless, this is a big chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it. Leave me comments, telling me what you like, don't like, favorite lines, etc. I just like to hear from you.

Chapter 9

Cat POV

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I was trying hard not to panic. I was standing in the Cullen kitchen with Carlisle, Esme, Bella, and… Rosalie. Emmett's wife, Rosalie. He had never mentioned her to me before. How could you forget to mention a little thing like your wife?

I wasn't in love with Emmett. Not even close. But how could I trust someone to omit a fact like that? It shouldn't matter. But, it does matter.

He's just like all the others. How could you be so stupid as to let your guard down? My mind's voice was cruel and ugly. But, it was right.

I was trying hard to pay attention to the things Esme and Bella were saying to me, but it was hard to listen to them and concentrate on my breathing at the same time.

"Are you alright?" Rosalie asked me. I stared into her big, golden eyes. I studied her gorgeous features. She had stunning blonde hair that ran down her back in waves. Her figure was perfect. Her face was that of an angel's. I suddenly felt sick.

I tried to grab on to the counter to steady myself, but instead I knocked over a dish of food. It clattered to the floor and broke. "I'm sorry, I have to go," I said hurriedly.

I couldn't have gotten out of that kitchen any faster. As I rushed to my car, I ran past Emmett.

Wait!" he said, running behind me. "Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, Emmett. I truly am. Have Edward or someone drive you back to get your car. I have to get out of here," I said, my voice giving away how I was feeling.

I hopped inside my car and sped away. Any other time, I wouldn't have ever driven that fast. It was dangerous, even for me. At that point in time, however, I wasn't well. My thoughts were racing.

Idiot, idiot, idiot. How do you expect to make it the rest of your life without making the same mistake again when you can't even make it a year?!

I couldn't stop the hot, fat tears from pouring down my face. Never before had I felt like I had absolutely no control. No one could ruin their own life faster than me. Why should I even bother?

Yeah, why should you even bother?

I had no answer for myself. About 100 yards ahead of me, there was a sharp, left turn. So, I made a decision.

I pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor. My engine growled and took me faster, faster.

I unbuckled my seat belt and let it fly away from my body. The sound of it snapping against the door next to my ear was loud in its finality. I stared at the trees in front of me, their trunks thick and ominous, coming closer, closer.

I looked in my rearview mirror and swore I saw Emmett running behind me, shouting my name. I must be really losing it.

The second before impact, I felt my body relax. The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could even think about them. A tiny smile spread across my lips.

"See you in a sec, Christy."

EmPOV

It is well known throughout our family that Edward is the fastest runner. Even when Bella was a newborn, she couldn't always beat him. Today, however, proved to be the exception.

I pulled and pushed the muscles in my legs to their limits. Were I human, the soft tissue would have ripped from the bone. I ignored the faint burn building in my limbs. I had to reach Catherine. I just found her. I can't lose her now.

I should have stopped her. I could see that she was unfit to drive. How could I be so dumb as to let her drive away?

Her car was heading straight towards a tree. I saw her unbuckle her seatbelt. She wants to die. My determination to save her strengthened.

I saw her glance in the rearview mirror. For a split second, she looked directly into my eyes. I screamed her name, but she looked away. I saw her lips moving, but couldn't make out what she was saying.

With vampire vision, sometimes things look as if they are happening in slow motion. It could be good in some cases, like when you're hunting. But when you're watching someone die, it's the worst thing in the world.

My fingers barely grazed the bumper of her car when the impact occurred. Catherine's body flew out of the windshield and was thrown against violently against a tree. There was a sickening crack and then her body fell to the damp, cold ground.

I let out an inhuman cry as I rushed to her side. My family was beside me in a blink of an eye. Jasper understandably stood a few feet back, holding his breath.

There was blood everywhere. I was so distraught that it didn't even seem to affect me. There were bits of bone protruding through her skin. Her face was barely recognizable, with scrapes and cuts running down her features.

I kneeled over her body, examining her wounds. I held my ear to her chest, hoping to her any flicker of life. There was nothing.

"Oh God, Catherine," I whispered. I gently cradled her head into my lap and sobbed. At that moment, I didn't care what my family thought of me. I didn't care that I was openly displaying weakness.

Rosalie laid her hand gently on my shoulder. "Its okay, Emmett," she said, regarding my sobs. She knows me better than anyone else in the world.

"What happened, Rosie?" I asked, begging for answers.

"I don't know, Emmett," she said, honestly.

Carlisle walked to my other side. He knelt down and inspected Catherine's lifeless body. He shook his head, confirming what I already knew.

I lowered my lips to Catherine's forehead and kissed her. "I'm gonna miss you, kiddo," I whispered.

What happened next could only be classified as a miracle. I'm willing to bet my undead life on it. A quiet, almost imperceptible thud rumbled in Catherine's chest.

My family and I gasped at the turn of events. I thought Carlisle's eyes were going to bug out of his head. I would have cracked a joke were it any other situation.

I knew what I had to do. There wasn't any time to waste. I know that, ideally, I would have had time to think this through, to prepare myself. But, who knew how long Catherine's frail heart would keep beating? It was a miracle that it still could. I had to act on that miracle.

Faster than a human could blink, I bit Catherine's neck.