Edward, Alice and Jasper flew home right after the encounter with Hanna. Edward was a wreck: he was angry, and he felt like a fool, he had brought up his craving for human blood again and it wasn't going to be easy to get it back down again. He'd have to start from the beginning.
Alice didn't touch him, not even to comfort him. She was in her own thoughts, every few minutes being sucked into a memory, but as curious as Edward was, he was just too tired to even glance at what she was seeing.
Jasper calmed them both, so he would calm down, but by looking at the dented arm rests of the seat he was sitting in, he was still trying to regain control of his own blood lust.
When they landed, they didn't say anything to each other, they just went home. It was a different matter there.
Esme met them at the door, and her eyebrows knitted together, as if something was wrong.
"Where is Carlisle?" She asked.
"I don't know, how should we know?" Edward snapped and she frowned, but didn't say anything to her son, she knew he was in some sort of pain.
"He went to Italy to meet up with you, he said he was going to stop you from doing anything stupid. I can see he didn't get there soon enough. What happened Edward?" She said slowly, as if talking to an infant. He scoffed.
"We haven't seen Carlisle, he probably didn't even leave yet, he's probably out hunting or something Esme. Hanna betrayed us, she's part of the Volturi now," Edward hissed. Alice began to shake her head.
"Carlisle is there Edward. I saw him. He's treating Hanna's wound," she whispered and Edward didn't know why he was so angry, why he felt so betrayed.
He stormed past the group into the woods, then began to run through the trees, his feet didn't seem to touch the ground, and then he knew he was in La Push, past the boundary of the treaty, he was currently breaking the treaty, but he had to find something out for himself. He could smell the wolves, they were on his tail, they wanted to rip out his un-beating heart, but they wouldn't get the chance.
He stepped into the Black's house and Billy greeted him with a curt smile.
"Cullen, you should not be here," Billy said softly.
"Billy, I need to ask you a favor, I need to see Bella, please." Edward had not once begged the wolves for anything, but here he was, ready to get on his knees and beg to this old man. Billy looked at him with pity then nodded.
"Bella, there's a young man here to see you," Billy yelled and Edward heard those familiar footsteps and that scent of hers, it still drove him crazy. She appeared at the door, she was paler then the last time he had seen her, but she looked healthy and unharmed. Her lips curved into an uncertain smile.
"Edward, what are you doing here?" She asked and then there were thunderous, angry foot falls on the gravel outside. He had to hurry, Jacob's smell coated the heavy air.
"I have to ask you something Bella, please," he said and restrained himself from stepping forward and taking her in his arms. She nodded. "Why him, why not me?" Edward gasped. He sounded human, he could barely get the words out. Jacob stormed into the house, an angry mess of ripped clothing and boiling blood.
"Because I'm human, blood sucker," Jacob growled, then swiftly punched Edward in the face, knocking him into the wall, but it didn't do much damage him. He hung his head, he had lost Bella, Hanna had come along, and he had lost her too.
He got up and made his way over to Bella, he put a gentle hand on her cheek.
"I wish you the best of luck here, Bella," he whispered, then before the entire pack of wolves could enter the house and tear him limb from limb, he ran from the house and through the woods. He stopped at the borderline and sat down on his side. He waited, and as he waited, Jacob showed up and leaned against the trees opposite of him.
"What's gotten into you Cullen, you're eyes are darker today," Jacob said. Edward hadn't known that Jacob had noticed as he punched him in the face.
I've lost my Bella to you, I've lost my Hanna to the Volturi, and my father is in Italy, he didn't even tell us he was going to go see Hanna, Edward had wanted to say, but he didn't, instead he shook his head and laid back on the plush grass.
"Then don't talk to me, it's not like you have anyone else," Jacob grunted and was gone before Edward could stop him, if he had wanted to anyway.
He sighed and began to hum, the song he had written for Bella, then it transformed into the piano piece he had played for Hanna.