Bella's P.O.V.
I wiped away the tears streaming down my face as I drove away from the large Victorian mansion. No use in crying over what was never yours Bella, I told myself. But it hurt, this pain I felt in my chest, like something was repeatedly stabbing my heart. Losing someone will do that to you, I closed my eyes.
I remembered Carlisle's face as I told him I knew the truth. Sad, remorseful, angered. I just thought that maybe he of all people would stick up for me, that he would tell the family that I was important. But I suppose like the rest of them he was not the man I made him out to be.
I couldn't go back to Charlie, not like this- snot running down my nose and tears staining my shirt. I couldn't hurt him anymore than I had already had, he deserved better. Everyone did. I had given up my life for them, and they did this to me- abandoned me in my time in need.
Forget them, I told myself; if they can let you go so easily you can do the same. Let them go, I pleaded with myself. I couldn't. I could never forget them or him, the soft gentle smiles or tender touches. How could one forget the ones they claimed to love so easily?
I looked back one last time. Beautiful, I hated it with all my heart. That house where I first met them all, the house where my heart belonged, that house where I was suppose to spend eternity with them. I'd once dreamed of calling it home but now all I had to say to it was…
Goodbye.
Carlisle's P.O.V.
My nonexistent heart gave a thump when she grabbed for my hand- so tender and soft. My beautiful Bella, how I've missed her so much. These years without her had been torture, a pain that haunted me night and day. Everywhere I looked there she was, and when I reached out she'd vanish. It was like someone was playing a game with my heart, my head. Dangling something I craved in front of me then taking it back before the tips of my fingers could touch it. Such torture, such pain.
But here she was. After all these years she lay before me, not the same person but nerveless the same. Scars covered her but made her the more beautiful. My Bella, so strong. The man… that man who had his hands on her, he deserved it. He deserved the death he had gotten and yet I felt guilty. I had taken a human life, the first ever. I claimed to have this love for them and here I was, a hypocrite, taking a life without thought. Monster, a voice screamed at me.
I shivered. I had killed something I vowed to protect. A sense of guilt enveloped me and I shook my head. The worst part was I had enjoyed every second of it. His screams, his pleas, his fear. They intoxicated me like a drug and I couldn't get enough of it. The monster part of me had thrived on his fear. I was so close to draining him, of letting years of practice slip in a moment of pure rage. But then I remembered Bella and that she needed attention. But that didn't stop me from killing him, it didn't stop me from crushing his fingers and snapping his neck.
I found myself curling my cold arms around her. Finally I thought with a smile. Finally I've found you.
My Bella.