A/N: Yes, I should be working on my other fic, but I had Writer's block, so I'm working on this one. Most of this is Stephenie's dialogue, so sorry if it's a bit boring because of that, but it was needed.
"Edward, wait!" Alice gasped right before I stepped into the elevator, then suddenly her gaze faltered as a vision overcame her. I turned around to see the petite vampire look up in pure, undeniable horror. "Oh no, oh no."
Edward… he's going to win. My body went rigid and I stared at Alice in anger and fear. Carlisle, Emmett, and Jasper came up behind us, worried expressions on all their faces. The vision played again in Alice's head, and into mine. Bella, huddling on the ground, looking up in wild fear at James. James, with a malevolent expression on his face, grinned down at her, and then pounced. She screamed, silent in my mind, and bright red blood flowed freely from her. He laughed as the life drained from her eyes.
If I had human food in my stomach, I would've thrown up right then and there. As it was, I felt sick, not in the physical sense, but the emotional one. "I know where she is. Just trust me, okay?" Alice pleaded with me, a sense of urgency in her voice. I glared at her. As if I could trust her ever again. Please, Edward. I swear, I know where she is.
She stepped into the elevator, the rest of the family following suit. I jammed at the buttons, accidentally punching through the "close door" button. Carlisle gave me a sympathetic glance as the elevator slowly made its way to the ground floor. Clenching my fists, opening them, clenching, opening, helped me concentrate on something besides the fact that I was about to lose my angel.
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"Get out." Alice's confident and firm voice ordered us out in front of an innocuous-looking ballet studio. I gave her a doubtful glance, but then I smelled it. Blood. Or rather, Bella's blood.
Hold your breath. I nodded at Carlisle, cutting off my air supply immediately.
A scream escaped through the thick walls, and I ran out, breaking through the glass door of the studio. Emmett and Jasper followed, Jasper's face strained. I looked around the ballet studio, trying to find the right room. Another scream. Emmett, with a gleam in his eye, raced to a room, and tackled the vampire. Jasper grabbed another side of James, and they pulled him outside to finish him off. I had other business.
A cold, limp form of Bella lay on the floor, a pool of blood running around her. Bella! Come on, you can do it, you can do it!
"Oh no, Bella, no!" I pleaded with her. "Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, Bella, please!
Oh, God, please let her be okay. I couldn't see her beautiful eyes, and I willed her to open them. I kneeled over her, not bothering to hold my breath any longer, and gently touched her hair. The door opened again.
"Carlisle!" I could feel it; I was losing Bella. I couldn't lose her. She wasn't going to make it- I could tell. I started to sob, dry sobs, and kept pleading with her. "Bella, Bella, no, oh please, no, no!"
Bella cried out, in pain? "Bella!" I exclaimed, mostly in relief. Carlisle appeared by my side and began examining her, pulling equipment out of his infamous black bag. (For all of my AIM with the Cullens readers. XD)
"She's lost some blood, but the head wound isn't deep. Watch out for her leg, it's broken." Carlisle's methodical voice didn't soothe me the least bit. James was going to die for putting my Bella through this. "Some ribs, too, I think."
"Edwa-" Bella's voice was barely a whisper, and I leaned down.
"Bella, you're going to be fine. Can you hear me, Bella? I love you."
"Edward," she whispered, a little louder.
I looked at her, confused. "Yes, I'm here."
"It hurts." I winced for her. Looking at her injuries, it was a miracle that she survived. I hoped, for James's sake, that Emmett and Jasper had killed him, for he had no idea what I would put him through if he survived.
"My bag, please…" Carlisle reached for his bag as he began sewing up the gash on Bella's head. Alice handed it to him silently. "Hold your breath, Alice, it will help."
"Alice?" Bella murmured softly.
"She's here, she knew where to find you." I smiled gratefully at Alice, letting her know that I partially forgave her.
"My hand hurts." Bella was still whimpering, and my nonexistent heart throbbed in pain.
I looked over at Carlisle, a pleading look on my face. Her hand? Okay, I'll look over it. Just let me finish here…"I know, Bella. Carlisle will give you something, it will stop.
Suddenly, her eyes opened, and I looked in those beautiful brown orbs; they were terrified, and full of pain. "My hand is burning!" She screamed this out, ten times the voice she had been using earlier. Carlisle! I yelled in my mind.
"Bella?" The wound on her hand was very small, why was it burning…?
"The fire! Someone stop the fire!" Bella's frantic voice pushed me over my limit.
"Carlisle!" I yelled, tugging on his arm. "Her hand!"
Oh, Lord. This is not good. Edward… "He bit her." WHAT? NO! I would NOT damn her to this existence, all because of my carelessness. This was all my fault. If I hadn't been so greedy, hadn't wanted to play baseball so bad, this never would've happened. I couldn't let this happen to Bella. Ever. And now, my worst nightmare was happening.
A/N: Meh. Not really well written, but tell me what you think? Reviews are good. When I get more reviews, I want to write. When I want to write I write both of my fics. (I've got ideas for my AIM fic, so don't hurt me! Should be up by Sunday, the latest.) Please review! And I probably will write more on this...