Miley sat on the edge of the bed in the nurse's office. Oliver was holding a tissue up to his mouth and keeping his arm wrapped in a towel.
"Are you feeling okay?" Miley asked.
"Apart from the bleeding and possibly broken arm?" Oliver said sarcastically, "Yeah, I'm just peachy." Oliver was being rather peevish with her since she came to visit him. Why shouldn't he be, though? Miley asked herself, It was my boyfriend who beat him up.
"Thanks for not telling on Edward." she said. She put her hand comfortingly on Oliver's arm, but he winced in pain so she quickly pulled it away.
"Thanks?" he said through his teeth, which were clenched in pain, "Thanks? I almost get killed and you care more about him to have the nerve to say 'Thanks'?!" She bit her lip and let a tear rush down her cheek. Oliver noticed and seemed to calm down.
"Look, Miley, don't cry." he said, "I'm sorry."
"No, no, you have a right to be angry." Miley said. He did, of course.
"But not at my best friend." She smiled at him and gave him an air hug, in fear she'd hurt his arm again if she touched him.
"Okay, Oken," the nurse said as she walked in, "The X-rays are back. Hospital time, your arm's broke." Oliver seemed a bit fearful at this news.
"'S okay," he said, trembling, "I…I'm fine." His voice cracked on 'fine'.
"It'll be okay, Oliver." Miley comforted. The nurse then led Oliver away to the ambulance waiting outside.
It was after dark and Miley knew she should go home. Her dad said she could stay only to keep Oliver company; not to roam the deserted halls at night. She left the room and started walking to her car outside. She was just opening the door when a bloodcurdling screech filled the night. Miley was terrified; what was it, and was it going to attack? Then the familiarity of the shriek registered in Miley's mind.
That was Lilly screaming.
She ran hurriedly to try and find her. She noticed Oliver running too, having the extra burden of trying to escape the nurse and doctors.
Another scream pierced the night air. They had to find her soon, to rescue her. Miley sprinted through the school doors.
The dark hallway seemed creepier and deadlier since hearing Lilly. Miley ran down the hallway, hearing Oliver close behind. Then, two silhouettes appeared. She ran faster. As she got to the edge of the two she saw one was Lilly.
And the other was Edward Cullen.
He was breathing rapidly as Lilly bounded away. He was overwhelmed by killing rage that had never swept over him before. He wanted to kill. Oh how he wanted to.
He had tried to meet up with Lilly after dark when she was leaving Oliver. He tried explaining to her that both things were a misunderstanding. She had seemed close to forgiving when the wind changed. A draft from an air conditioner had rustled her hair and the scent overcame him again. It was so much more powerful than at PE. There was no other people, no place to hide…the perfect killing spot. So his instinct won over common sense and he had lunged.
Lilly was taken by surprise and let out a shocked scream. That provoked his urge; the prey was afraid, the hunter was strong…
He tried again, that time grabbing her leg and crushing it in his hands. It didn't break, but it left a bruise that caused a limp. The pain had made her scream again.
And now here they were, Lilly, a vulnerable gazelle, and Edward, a fierce, bloodthirsty lion. His eyes bulged with insaneness. His teeth bared in a wicked smile.
He reached forward and pulled her straight to him. She was too weak to crawl away, though she tried. He brought her leg to his mouth, fangs outstretched.
And he bit down.
The warm taste of blood flowed into his mouth. There was no going back now. The taste was too good for him. He had never had a taste for human blood, other than Bella, but this was not to help suck venom out; it was to put venom in. Though Lilly shrieked in pain he just held on tighter. The moment was wonderful. He won…he won…
"Edward!" Miley screeched behind him. Suddenly, the world fell apart. He came to, as if being awoken from a nightmare. He overlooked his terrain: Miley shrieking in horror, Oliver yelling in anger, Lilly squealing in pain, and the thick, succulent taste of her blood pouring into his mouth.
He yanked himself away but it took all the strength he had. The blood trickled down his jaw, dropping to the floor. Miley bent over Lilly, who was twitching uncontrollably and screaming. Oliver looked down to Lilly worriedly. Then he looked up to face Edward.
"You…" he whispered. Edward stared right into his eyes, which were staring back with hatred burning in them.
"You!" Oliver yelled. He came at Edward like a battering ram. This was unexpected, so Edward actually fell. Before he could get back to his feet he felt Oliver's weight on him. Then he felt the blow of punches to his face.
"You-killed-her!" Oliver shouted, saying each word before a punch, "You-killed-my-girl-friend!" Edward felt the pain as Oliver's fist dug deep into his face. Since he was caught off guard, the pain was increasingly more painful. And not being able to throw Oliver off was also affecting him.
"Oliver!" he heard Miley say, "Stop! We've got to get Lilly out of here!"
"No!" Oliver shouted, "He killed Lilly! I'm going to make him suffer as much as she did!"
"She's not dead!" Miley said, her voice quivering, "She needs to go to the hospital or she will die!" Edward felt Oliver step off him and he heard the pounding of footsteps heading away.
He didn't feel like moving. The pain had gone away, but Lilly's fate, Oliver's hatred, and Miley's love still existed. He didn't know what would happen. He wanted Lilly to live. He wanted Oliver to forgive him. He wanted Miley to stay loving him. But all three seemed impossible. He wanted to lie there and waste away. But someone would eventually have to come in, and a vampire could not simply 'waste away'. So he picked himself up and ran home.