Ok, wow. It has been a SUPER long time since I have last updated. I feel really bad about that. I'm sorry guys. But I thought that this story sucked SO much, so I didn't want to finish it. But now that I read it over again… I realized that it was, defiantly NOT my best work, but I COULD try to make it a little better. So with out any further ado…. I give you How It Happened chapter 10. This chapter is all in Edwards point of view.
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"Get off me you filthy mutt!" I shouted at Jacob. He kept trying to get at me, but I just held him back. Luckily he hadn't turned into his wear-self.
"YOU LET HER TURN INTO A FILTHY BLOOD SUCKER?! AND THEN YOU LOOSE HER!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU—"
I cut Jacob off by punching him in his mouth. I know that it didn't hurt him, that much.
"LISTEN to me you mangy mutt! Bella's in trouble. I wouldn't be asking for your help unless I absolutely NEEDED it. You can yell at me all you want, once we are on our way to getting her back."
"What's the plan." Jacob stated with a glare.
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We both hopped into my car. I threw my foot down on the pedal. Thankfully we were going to fast for anything, or anyone to chase us.
"I proposed to Bella." I admitted. "And she told me to go away. To just leave her alone."
"I guess that she finally picked the right man" Jacob boasted and stuck out his chest.
"Damn it Jacob! Just let me finish my story! This is hard for me to do!"
"Fine."
"Alice had a vision a few hours after it had happened. She went into the woods, and Victoria got a hold of her. She didn't kill her and I don't know why. That's what is worrying me."
"Your worried that she's not killed!?" Jacob spat.
"No! I'm worried about what she is going to do INSTEAD of killing her."
I sighed as I kept my foot on the gas pedal and my eyes on the road.
"Right now she is in Italy. The Volturi are after her. Alice had another vision that she would just walk right into there house. I have to stop her."
"So where are we going then?" Jacob glanced around.
"Italy." I said as I came to a screeching stop in the airport parking lot.
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With Jacob right behind me, I ran into the airport at an inhuman pace. I didn't care if I was stupidly exposing myself to who I really was. All that mattered, and all that would EVER matter from now until forever, was Bella.
Sitting on that long plan ride was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. How could this have happened? How could I have let it get so far? I loved Bella. I needed to tell her how much I STILL love her. I don't care if she never wanted to see me again because by damn she was NEVER going to get ride of me again. Never.
All I could concentrate on were the smells that were coming from all around me. The filthy stench of the dog sitting next to me. The delicious, sweet, salty smell of the humans all around. That smell just circulated through the stale air, again, and again, and AGAIN. I couldn't run from it. The smells and the long boring ride and my anxious anticipation to see Bella again and to make sure she was not hurt, triggered my memory of the last few days. Mike. Jessica. Their unborn child. Mike's body that would soon be found because of my sloppy haste. Jessica's tears that would be shed when she realized that she was going to be in this mess all alone. The baby that was going to suffer. What had I done? Jacob was right. All I was, was a filthy blood sucker. That's all I could think about. In my rage, in my love, in my whole life. It all revolved around blood. I was the worst kind of monster. A murderer.
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I would like to thank those who pushed me to finish the story. Hahhaa. It wasn't the nicest way possible, but it got me to thinking. About myself and my writing. So thank you (you know who you are). And if anybody is still reading this, please give me a review on my writings. I know it has been a long time. A REALLY long time. So try not to hate me to much and keep the flames down to a minimum. Thank you. :