Twilight and New Moon belong to Stephenie Meyer.
This chapter is a little shorter that previous ones, I always seem to do that when I change persepectives. Enjoy!
I lay in my bed, remembering Bella's pathetic laugh as she tried to tell me she was okay. Seeing her like that, so distressed and in pain had hurt me. I had done that to her, I had hurt her, just like he had hurt her. I was no better that that poor excuse for a creature.
I sat up and walked over to my window, looking out onto the river. I had felt her in my arms, held her as she cried. Promised to her that I would never make her cry again. I had told her that I only wanted to be friends, but that wasn't true. I wanted more. I loved her.
I loved the way her face lit up when she figured something out, I loved her blush when I had told her I wanted to know about her, and I even loved the way she had held back about her past. Everything about her seemed perfect; she was everything I wanted in life.
But she didn't feel that way. That jerk, Edward Cullen, had wounded her. He had taken her heart and tore it to shreds. I had seen his face in her album, and I could only look at it in disgust. The idea that any one could be so cruel to someone so seamless was impossible to imagine.
But perhaps I could change that. Perhaps, if she let me, I could heal her. I couldn't simply make her forget, like I would any other. It would take time and patience on my part, but possibly someday, she would feel about me the same way I felt for her. For now, I just had to wait, and be there for her.
Downstairs, I heard the door open as Derik walked in. He had been lecturing somewhere, and didn't get finished until late. When he walked in, he seemed to be talking on a cell phone.
"Of course you could stay here, it would be no problem at all. I haven't seen you in so long, it would be nice to catch up in person." He paused, seemingly to hear something that the other person was saying.
"There are going to be seven of you?" he asked incredulously, "Goodness Carlisle, what have you been doing the past hundred years? Of course it's no problem, though. Alright…two days…Well then, I'll see you then. Yes, we'll pick you up from the airport, of course…okay, then…Goodbye."
"Who was that?" Emme asked as I walked downstairs. Of course, she had a broom in her hand, and was placing it in a closet.
"An old friend of mine. His name is Carlisle Cullen, remember, I told you about him before. I met him before I joined up with you, Brendon." He added when he noticed me at the bottom of the stairs. "He's like us, vegetarian, and he and his family live up in Washington. They're coming to Florida and need a place to stay. I said they could bunk here. They'll be here in two days."
"Oh, guests! This is going to be so much fun!" Emme rejoiced. "I'll have to clean the guest rooms out!" She said, and ran upstairs.
"What…what did you say…his name was?" I asked, hoping that I had heard wrong.
"Carlisle Cullen," Derik repeated, "He's a doctor, an interesting occupation, but he's somehow mastered his thirst." He said while putting away his briefcase. Could these be the same Cullens? The numbers matched, they were from Washington, and they had the same name. So these were the Cullens who had hurt Bella.
"What are they coming to Florida for?" I asked, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice. Derik didn't seem to notice.
"He said something about his son trying to find someone. Said his name was…oh what was it..Edwin, no…um, Eddie…"
"Edward." I said, the hatred leaking out of my speech like gravity had pulled it. "I need to go somewhere." I said, grabbing my coat as I walked out.
Derik didn't question, his face just held a puzzled look as I stormed out the door. It didn't matter to me what he thought. All that mattered was that the Cullens were coming here, and Edward was coming back to hurt Bella. I couldn't let that happen. I promised I would never hurt her again, and sitting by when I knew this would happen would definitely hurt her. As I ran through the night, I thought about what I had to do.
It was time to change someone's perspective.
I am a tyrant, aren't I? Sorry, but I just love to write cliffhangers! As always, please review! I will answer questions, but not f they are going to give anything away.