I am sorry that I have not recently updated. My teachers were being evil—in my opinion—and assigning more homework than necessary. But I did not have school yesterday and today due to the weather! So, I wrote another chapter. Once again, sorry about the wait.
Disclaimer: All characters and the Twilight Saga itself belong to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any songs in this story.
Previously
His red eyes shimmered brightly and as he lifted his hand, and pulled down his hood, Bella gasped. She started sobbing behind me—I was crouching in an animal way.
The man's face was tilted to the side with a vile smile and he reached a hand toward my Bella.
"Don't you remember me, Bella, love? We used to be so close. We once lived with Charlie. I love you, and I came to get you back. And I'm not leaving until I do so," he said in his British accent.
Chapter 5
Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist – Muse
Eerie whispers,
Trapped beneath my pillow,
Won't let me sleep,
Your memories.
And I know you're in this room,
I'm sure I heard you sigh,
Floating in between,
Where our worlds collide.
Scares the hell out of me,
And the end is all I can see,
And it scares the hell out of me,
And the end is all I can see.
And I know the moment's near,
And there's nothing you can do,
Look through a faithless eye,
Are you afraid to die?
It scares the hell out of me,
And the end is all I can see,
And it scares the hell out of me,
And the end is all I can see.
It scares the hell out of me,
And the end is all I can see,
And it scares the hell out of me,
And the end is all I can see.
I let a growl rumble through my throat. Bella's stance was still behind me, but I could deduce that she was becoming intolerant of my protectiveness over her. I would not let her fight my battle. Or so I kept telling myself. But when it came to this, I discern that letting her fight alongside me may be the only solution.
So, as I kept an eye out for my family—whom I know would be arriving, just not when they were to arrive—I struggled against the guards' abilities. I tried to read their minds but it never worked. I had once heard from Carlisle that one of the Volturi Guards had an ability that allowed him to block someone's mind, and make it to where they have no vision.
Oliver was posed on the stairs of the porch, angled towards Bella and I. The rest of the Volturi was sitting back, anticipating what may happen next. Jane was grinning wildly and twirling her flat, brown hair with her index finger.
The puerile and foul-smelling werewolves were still uselessly howling. Soon enough though, the pack took their move and fled, dodging the trees as each mutt ran within the already dark forest.
I stared after them as they took off rapidly. I kept telling myself that they were the idiotic ones, but in reality, they were the rational beings. They followed their natural instincts. If I were to ever pursue my instincts, Bella would not be here. Not because I was protective over her and I would leave to save her life, but because if I were to, I would have killed her the first time I inhaled her ambrosial aroma.
While I was paying close attention to the werewolves, and my own vile, disgusting thoughts, I wasn't watching anything else carefully. And so, I was caught off-guard by Bella pushing me out of the way quite roughly, and sprinting towards Oliver, who was standing rather contiguous.
My eyes chased Bella as she made her way to a bright, smirking Oliver. It was utterly obvious that he thought that she was going to him because she is in love with him. But I knew better than that.
Plus, it was an advantage that I could see her nails adapt into gigantic, sharp claws. It was wholly fascinating. Bella had once given me information on how everything works, but I had never actually seen her morph into the predator she is.
It also appeared as if Jane could see Bella transforming, but she didn't move. Jane did not care if Oliver or Bella died. But I do care for Bella and I am not going to let her die. And if she were to begin a battle with Oliver, the other Volturi Guards—whoever they may be—will surely attack and kill her.
I darted forward gracefully, and tried in a futile attempt to catch up to Bella and grab her before she could assault the unwitting Oliver.
But I was too late.
Scrutinizing the situation in trepidation, I still ran hopelessly toward Bella as she lunged herself at Oliver. Just as my pale arms were around her tiny waist,—but not tight—I was pulled back forcefully by someone grabbing my hair and jerking my head backwards.
I collided with the wet ground—it had just started to storm—and then the authenticpangs of agony began.
A petty, bloodless hand clutched my barbaric hair and strained me to look at their face.
Jane looked at me with those wide, innocent crimson eyes but that synonymous ruthless glint in her eyes and grin of playfulness was still on her face.
I tightened my eyes at her, but they just got loosened and frantic when spasms of fire and electricity seemed to be going through my body. My body became limp and convulsed in pain as my head stayed in Jane's hands.
Jane turned my head slowly over to a sight even more painful than the shocks shooting throughout my body.
Bella's claws were stuck inside Oliver's chest, probably poking into his dead, gray heart. She tried unsuccessfully to pull them out but it never worked. Finally, I guess Oliver became impatient and took matters into his own hands.
He forcibly pulled Bella's hand out of his chest. I did not want to see anymore. I attempted to close my eyes tightly, but it didn't work. The pain coming from Jane and going through my body was too great, and I didn't have the energy to do anything at all.
I trembled in distress and watched as Oliver brought Bella's hand to his mouth and bite down quickly. I could just see right through that hand while the venom spread through her veins.
The pain subsided and I quickly looked up to Jane.
She just smiled at me and whispered, "I will see you at her funeral. Bye."
Everything happened rapidly—even for me—as the Volturi collected themselves left. Oliver went with them but not willingly.
When they left, I ran over to a troubled and twitching Bella. I picked her up bridal-style and sped into the house, up the stairs, into our bedroom, and laid her gently on the bed.
"Edward...," she murmured as I put my lips to her hand to suck out all of the venom. She continued, "It doesn't matter. I'm going....to die anyway. The white....blood cells.....in my body that....came from C-Charlie,....they attack the venom....as it spreads, and...destroy it....but they get....destroyed..in the p-process...."
I ignored her and sucked all of the venom—and some of her sweet blood—into my mouth. I found it difficult to stop, but I did. I then licked the wound and watched as it healed. But she was still feeble and the skin on her body was getting tighter, looking as if it were going to crush her bones. The white blood cells were taking energy from here in order for them to stay alive, but they'll die anyway. Because without her, they can't live. Just like I can't.
"No....no. You're not going to die. I will not let you die! And if I do, I'll have the guilt to deal with! It will eat me away and eventually I won't be able to take it anymore, and I'll just rip myself to shreds! I have tried it once and almost accomplished it but then....you came back. My face was full of scratches as I walked into that beautiful meadow....and I saw you, more beautiful than the meadow. I cannot live without you!" I sobbed with no tears to shed as I fell to Bella's side on the bed.
I put my head on her barely moving chest and listened to the final heartbeats of my fiancée.
With her last breathe, she let out those few words that I would hold onto forever, even when I do annihilate myself.
"Love you, Edward...."
The stunning heartbeats came to a conclusion.
I could hear the front door shut downstairs and the shuffling of footsteps.
I heard their thoughts as clear as it was that Bella is dead. But I could hear one over the rest.
I am so sorry, Edward. I should have.....known. I should have saw it coming, Alice cried in her head to me.
I chuckled darkly and whispered, "But you didn't."
I held on tightly to Bella's lifeless body and weeped tearlessly so much that at a point, I wished I could fall asleep and never wake up.
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--J