I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT

Chapter Thirteen

"Wait! Bella, please listen to me now," says Edward, "I really do love you! I'm sorry I went away. I just wanted you to have a happy human life. I'm sorry I made you sad. Please take me back, I won't ever leave you again."

"Edward I..."

BELLA'S POV

"Edward I…did you really? Is the only reason you left because you wanted me to be happy? Edward, you must know by now that the only thing I really want is you. I can't be happy without you, Edward. You were a little backwards," I tell him. Please let him really care for me. Please don't let him be teasing me, I pray.

"Bella, I wouldn't have left if I didn't think it was best for you. I was miserable without you. I couldn't do anything but wallow in misery. I need you," he says, his words making me warm in the very pit of my stomach.

"Really?" I ask, hoping with every fiber of my being that it's the truth, "But then, if you were so miserable, why didn't you come back?"

"Bella, honey," he says, pulling me into his arms, "There is so much I can't give you. I can't be out with you in the sun, or give you children, I can't even age with you, and I refuse to take your soul so you don't age either. It's very selfish of me to be here."

"Edward, you can't do any of those things, but you give me happiness and love. I can't live without you. It would be selfish of you to stay if I wanted you gone, but I don't. I want you with me always. You aren't at all selfish," I say.

"Does that mean you'll take me back?" he asks, trailing kisses along my hairline.

"Of course," I say.

As soon as I've uttered the words Edward pulls me even closer, and kisses me sweetly on the lips. Not a hard kiss, like the one the night that Jasper attacked me, but a urgent one all the same.

"Ugh, gross," say Jake and Jeff.

"Stupid werewolf," says Edward, pulling away.

"Bella, I need to talk to you about something," Jeff says, tugging on my shirt-sleeve, "Alone, please. It's important."

"I need to go you guys," I say to Jake and Edward, "Jeff wants to talk to me privately. I'll be right back," reluctantly I tear my gaze away from my angel and follow Jeff into the forest.

"I'm sorry about pulling you away from Edward, Bella," Jeff says, "But I really do need to talk to you about something important."

"What is it?" I ask.

"Now that you and Edward are back together, you won't need me around anymore. I've decided to cross over, Bella," he says.

"But Jeff! You'll still be welcome! Just because Edward and I got back together doesn't mean I won't want you around anymore, silly."

"Bella, please help me cross over," he says, pulling a small bag out of his pocket, "I filled a bag I found full of the vampires' ashes, and I don't think I'll be able to carry it all the way to a church. Please, Bella, won't you help me? I know where a church is, and this late at night it shouldn't be too hard. All you have to do is carry the ashes to the church for me, and then let me take them inside. I can find some holy-water in there. Please, Bella."

"But I'll miss you Jeff," I tell him.

"Well, I'll miss you too, Bella. But, one day we will see each other again."

"Alright, Jeff," I say, "I'll help you cross over."

--

It doesn't take us too long to find the church, and as soon as I see it I notice I am sad. I suppose it's natural though. Jeff has been a really good friend to me, and even if I'll see him after I die, I don't want him to go yet.

"Bye, Bella," he says, giving me a hug, "I'll miss you."

"You and your stupid human-loving vampires killed my Vicky," says a loud scary voice, "Now I will kill you."

A large vampire steps out of the darkness, his red eyes glinting in the moon-light. All of a sudden, he blurs and disappears, and I feel a burning pain on my throat.

JEFF'S POV

Oh, my god! There is another one. How did Edward and I miss him? My thoughts swirl fast and crazy as Bella lays on the forest floor whimpering, screaming, and crying out.

I'm so angry at that red-eyed freak, that those scary flames return and start attacking the vampire, so I turn my attention towards Bella.

The wound on Bella's throat doesn't look that bad. Definitely enough to cry over, but she shouldn't be in enough pain to be whimpering and screaming about fire.

What does a vampire bite do to a person? I wonder, what do I do to treat it? As if answering my thoughts, Bella yells for Edward. Oh, yeah. I should probably go get a vampire and have him treat it.

And with that I fly as fast as I can to get Edward.

EDWARD'S POV

Bella's mutt and I were having a staring match when I feel someone tugging on my arm, but no one is there.

"Ha! You looked away first," the dog says.

"Well I feel something pulling on my arm," I tell him.

"Knowing Bella, she probably fell into a hole and sent Jeff for help. We should probably hurry in case it's urgent.

--

The tugging didn't pull us to far and then it stops in front of a large Gothic-looking church.

All of a sudden, I smell a lot of blood. And not just any blood, but my angel's.

"Bella!" I shout running towards the smell of blood and there she is, writhing on the ground screaming.

"My poor, Bella," I say, stroking her hand.

"What happened?" asks, Bella's dumb dog.

"She was bitten and is becoming a vampire, Smart One," I say.

"No need for the sarcastic tone," he snaps, "It looks like you have this situation under control. I'm going to leave. It's starting to stink. If Bella isn't a crazy freak like the rest of you, and still wants to visit me, make sure she carries some of those car-air-freshener things, or whatever."

"Hopefully she won't want to visit you, but I'll make sure she gets the message just in case," I say, before laying down next to my angel, hoping she'll forgive me for not being there to save her.

BELLA'S POV

A burning fills my veins like no other, and time passes differently. It seems as if months have gone by, but I know that can't be right. Becoming a vampire only takes a few days.

A vampire. Will Edward sill want me if I'm a vampire? I wonder, Can I survive if he doesn't?...Probably not. Why isn't he here with me? Doesn't he want me?

"Edward? Where are you?" I call, my voice ragged, even to my own ears.

I feel an icy hand move to my forehead, cooling me off.

"I'm here, love," he answers.

"I hurt," I tell him. His skin is making it a whole lot better, but I still don't feel very well.

"I know, Bella. It will be alright, don't worry," he tells me.

"Do you still love me?" I manage to sputter.

"Of course, Bella. I'll love you always," he says, pulling me onto his lap and cradling me like a child.

"Even if I'm gonna be a vampire?" I ask.

"Always," he tells me.

"How long has it been since I was bitten?" I ask.

"I think it's been about an hour," he replies.

"Ugh."