((I AM BACK!!!!!!! I still do not own the Twilight Saga, nor am I Stephenie Meyer. #sigh# BUT THANK YOU ALL WHO WAITED PATIENTLY FOR MY STORY TO CONTINUE. WITHOUT YOU GUYS, THIS STORY WOULD PROBABLY STILL BE DEAD. And sorry for it being so short, but I'm just getting back into writing these things. xP))

(BPOV)

I felt the gurney hit all the bumps on the white tile of the hospital floor, making my body jostle around, even though I could have easily held it still. It wasn't difficult, but I was soon bored of just laying there. Finally whoever was pushing me, and I arrived in the morgue, and I was deposited to one of the body- holders until it was time for my funeral. Which sucked, but at least I was able to breath slightly without much worry.

(S (Sam) POV)

I still couldn't believe what had happened to Bella. I had just handed her over to the leader of the vampires. I knew what was going to happen to her, but I just gave her up! Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair, hoping I wouldn't appear too frustrated to Emily. But she knew me too well.

"Sam? What's wrong? What happened?" She asked, concern and curiosity thick in her voice. Which meant she hadn't heard. Although I don't think anyone other than the pack knew… for the time being. But Emily being my imprint, deserved to know.

"Jake… he… he attacked Bella today," I said quietly, flinching at her horror-filled gasp. "She wanted to say goodbye to the pack before she… you know… got changed… and he just couldn't handle it. He transformed and… what I did to you… but worse…." I hung my head in shame. Shame that I hadn't stopped Jake in time, and shame of what I had done to Emily. I stroked the scars on her face and arm. It was so true that the Cullen's weren't the only monsters out there. No. It was true that vampires weren't the only monsters out there. Wolves could be just as bad.

(EPOV)

I was going to kill that stupid dog for what he did to Bella! Rip him apart with my bare hands and burn the pieces. Or maybe I would set him on fire first. I didn't know which sounded better, but as long as that dog was dead, I would be happy.

"Edward, you know I can just see what you're planning and stop you," Alice chimed from behind me. "And besides, you know it would kill Bella, Carlisle, and Esme for you to do something like that."

I just glared daggers at her.

Alice's voice softened. "I'm mad—furious at him, too, Edward, but we can't let fury block out our conscience. Bella was going to be changed anyway…"

I looked away, knowing she was right, but not wanting to admit it. It was true that Bella was going to be changed… but… it was just hard, knowing she almost hadn't made it.

Soon after, the door creaked, announcing Carlisle's arrival home. He looked around at everyone, just sitting in the living room, not doing anything. "Well," he said. "Bella was wheeled to the morgue today. It shouldn't be long before her funeral."

And with that, I waited patiently for two more days for her funeral.