Edward's hands had already splintered the steering wheel twice. In fact he believed that if it was possible he might have broken two of his own teeth, because he had ground his jaw so hard.
So in the end he had just ditched his car.
Nothing was more important then Bella, His sweet Bella!
Now he was darting back toward home, his panic forcing him to breath! I'm coming Bella, coming!
She had said she was pregnant before the line had gone dead. She was pregnant? With his child? Impossible, inconceivable then again everything about them was impossible and inconceivable.
" Damn it, Bella." He rasped as he nimbly leaped over a rock over hang and hit the ground on all fours.
He realized that he, this animal, an undead creature could possibly be a father. For the first time in the mists of panic he felt a wave of excitement.
He could be a father, something he never thought he would be able to obtain.
He licked his lips hungrily as he remembered Bella's body pressed against his, her soft curves joining against his cold body.
She was so wonderful, he didn't deserve her in the least.
He was right outside forks as he slowed to change directions so he was moving toward his apartment.
No not his, theirs. His and Bella's. He remembered the way her ever so appealing mouth twisted at the prospect of having him alone, and all to herself in the building. The thought alone of what they had done in that time made certain parts of his body react in a very life like way.
He loved her more than anything in the world. If there was indeed a child…… He let his mind fantasize for a minute.
No! He wouldn't let his hopes get up eh chided himself as he slowed to a human pace and darted down the direction of their street.
All off a sudden it was uncomfortably hot. Edward skidded to a halt as a fire truck screamed past him. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of … smoke.
He forced his legs to move again as his whole body seemed to shut down.
Bella couldn't, she … it wasn't possible!
He rounded the corner, and froze his own breath coming in panicked bursts.
The whole building was ablaze.
The flamed fingers licked the sky eagerly as he watched the scene with a dead feeling growing in his chest. He stared at the people outside of the apartment. Bella wasn't one of them.
No! Her car was still in the driveway, she had to be here. He shot forward past all the fireman and up the stairs.
He didn't care anymore, if anyone saw him like this. Bella needed to be Alive!
" Bella." He roared into the fire as he moved into the building. Police sirens where screaming behind him.
Edward's father in law had arrived. Well tough luck, Edward thought he was going into the fire and they could deal with it.
" Bella." Edward ducked under the burning kitchen door frame as the back of his shirt smoldered. He instantly shrugged it off. Not caring as he darted toward the living room.
She wasn't there either.
" Bella, honey." Edward moaned as he checked the bathroom, his fingers reducing the heated doorframe to splinters.
He darted to the trash can, and riffled through it, his heart had to know!
He saw it right away, call it his developing instinct but he grabbed the bundle of tissue and darted out the door frame again.
He staggered out of the Building. This had to be a sick joke maybe he had missed her in the crowd. Yeah, that had to be it he had missed her! The smoke must be messing with his senses.
He thundered back down the stairs. The fireman paused their faces twisted in shock as the pale, half naked, soot covered boy shoved past them.
Edward lunged down the last ten stairs as he darted to the car. That disgusting metal death trap that his Bella had insisted on driving. A single piece of white paper was fluttering in the wind as it was held to the window by the windshield wiper.
Edward snatched it, his throat catching as he fumbled to open it. His fingers smeared ash all over Bella's Messy scrawl. The torn piece of notebook paper was tainted with tears.
He read it twice, then stared at it blankly his hand tightening on the pregnancy test that he had scooped out of the trash. He crumpled the paper in his ash covered hand and clenched his eyes shut as her words ran through his head, like a broken record. She had crossed out the first part fiercely but the clear part still felt like he was being physically burned. Each word made him want to scream.
don't follow me Edward. Its not your child.
Then in a big loopy tear smeared words.
Sorry, I'll always love you.
