Flabbergasted Phenomenon

Summary: "This is the most unique situation I have ever heard of with a human and a vampire," was what Carlisle said, but all I could think was, "I'm going to have a baby."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse. I just own the scenarios where I thrust my favorite vampire and his family and the love of his life! Yay for me!

Chapter Twenty-five: Left

I was locked in the only room where I knew no one would bother me.

The bathroom.

I paced back and forth, listening to the noises from downstairs. There was screaming and I heard crashes, meaning someone, and more than likely Edward, was losing control. I heard all the voices in the house; Carlisle's was the loudest, followed closely by Jacob. I was surprised that he was still in the house, but internally, I knew he wanted to help as much as he could with finding a solution to this problem. My heart ached at what I did to Edward, and I wanted him to know that I trusted him. Turning my back on him was the only thing I could have done at that moment, because if I didn't walk away, I would have stood there listening to them argue, and no doubt, collapse because of the stress.

Half of me couldn't believe it. The Volturi were coming to destroy me and rip apart my family. I was supposed to be changed by now, and Aro obviously thought this was unacceptable. But if Carlisle told them that I was dead and they managed to pull it off, what made Aro change his mind to send someone back here to check? And when was someone here in the first place?

Suddenly, it was clicking into place. Separate events are making sense, the day I was sick and Edward broke the cup, he was seeing a vision from Alice! And Jasper fed off those emotions. And when I went to Port Angeles—I shuddered at the memory—that's when the Volturi came here…or was it, Edward visited them? "That's why Esme was scared for everyone! They wouldn't answer their phones because they were with the Volturi and she was scared." I was talking to myself out loud, my words rushed. And Jacob must've been in on this, his entire pack! Because that was why Alice didn't see my attack in Port Angeles, and that's why she and Edward argued! She was upset because she was with the werewolves and that took away her ability to see visions.

"Damn it!" I swore, and didn't care who knew it. I stomped my foot and then went to the toilet, putting the seat down. I eased myself down, groaning in pain. My back was killing me, but I ignored it as I thought more about this situation. Maybe they can take the baby early, he could have a chance. I thought about Carlisle giving me an emergency c-section, and just the thought of that made me shudder, but I felt adamant. My baby needs to have the chance at life, even if that means I'll die for him! At that thought I felt Gabriel kick, and I began to cry. I couldn't imagine my life without this child, and I knew Edward wouldn't be able to either. I knew his family—Edward himself will find a way to protect me and his baby. He loved us too much to give up that easily.

To give up at all.

My stomach growled, and I looked down. With my hands resting on my stomach, I finally had a good look at them. My knuckles were swollen and purple from punching Edward. I stretched them slowly and they ached painfully. I hope they're not broken. I examined them closely. They don't look broken, but what do I know? I am not a doctor. My stomach growled again, reminding me that I was hungry, and I felt an almost excruciating pain, as if I haven't eaten in days.

I guess breakfast wasn't enough this morning. I stood unsteadily to my feet and walked to the door. I scrubbed at my eyes, not daring to look at how hideous my face was. I could imagine it anyway. I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway. There was no one there to greet me, and I wasn't sure if I should have been happy or not. I walked to the stairs, holding onto the banister with dear life, making sure I hit every step before moving on to the next. I walked to the living room first, and I gasped, my eyes opening wider than saucers.

Every single piece of furniture was broken, destroyed really. Even the television was smashed on the floor. "Edward," I whispered, hoping he didn't hurt himself during this destruction. I wanted to walk in there, to try and piece it together. I don't know why, but I felt responsible for the broken furniture, as if it was my fault that Edward did this.

"Don't worry Bella; we have duplicates in the basement."

I turned slowly to look at Esme. Her motherly presence eased me and I went to her, hugging her tightly. She held me as my shoulders shook and I cried all over again. She smoothed my hair back and whispered in my ear that everything was going to be okay, and to just trust my family. I pulled away slowly, wiping at my eyes. I whispered brokenly, "You have a basement?"

Esme laughed, kissing my head. I rested my head on her chest and sighed, forgetting why I left the bathroom. Esme held me until my stomach growled for a third time, and then very gently, she led me to the kitchen. I stood in the kitchen and watched as she made me a sandwich. "Bella, I am so sorry that you had to find out this way."

"I know."

She handed me my sandwich on a plate and then sat down with me at the table, holding my hand. I ate my sandwich slowly, trying to not pay attention to the ash taste in my mouth. Is this my last meal? My heart panged painfully and not in rhythm as I looked around, wishing Edward would appear out of nowhere and hold me. I would apologize for the awful things I said to him, and then I would have him hold my hands, like Esme was, to take away the pain.

"Carlisle is going to have to take a look at your hands, Bella," Esme said smoothly. I just nodded my head, finishing the last of my sandwich. Esme took my plate and then came back with a cup of orange juice. I drank it without a word, my eyes darting around the room, landing on the door, waiting for the presence of Edward to appear.

The door opened and I held my breath, but I let it out slowly when Carlisle came in, shaking snow from his hair. Oh great! I thought bitterly. On the most miserable day of my life, it snows. Esme quietly called Carlisle, and he was at her side in an instant. All she did was hold up my hands, and Carlisle took them.

It hurt when he examined my knuckles, but he determined they weren't broken, just bruised. I was glad, I wasn't sure if I was up to go to the hospital to get my hands examined. I sat in the kitchen in silence as Carlisle spoke to Esme. I chose to give them privacy, so I ignored them, instead rubbing my stomach and waiting for Edward to come. I jumped when Carlisle put his hand on my shoulder, and I looked at him.

"Does it hurt?" he asked quietly. I shook my head, saying,

"It's a nervous habit. Where's Edward?" It was obvious I couldn't stay angry with my husband for longer than a few minutes—if need be, a few hours. Carlisle looked at me for a long moment, and I felt like he was examining me externally. After a handful of seconds he sighed.

"He's outside." I wanted to ask Carlisle to go get him—drag him into the house if it came to that, but instead, I kept my mouth shut firmly. Carlisle continued to hold my gaze, and then he squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. "Bella, you are going to be okay. We will not allow anything to happen to you or Gabriel." I nodded my head, hoping I believed him.

He stepped away from me then, and my eye contact was now on the front door, or, it was on the vampire standing in front of the door.

"Edward!" I cried softly, standing to my feet. I barely made it two steps from my chair before I was in his arms. I clutched at his shirt and he kissed me, making my head spin, and instantly, I knew he was planning something. His hands tangled in my now shorter hair and he wouldn't let me go. In the back of my mind I knew that he only kissed me like this when something terrible was going to happen, but I ignored those thoughts, instead focusing on Edward, and kissing him back as fiercely as I could.

His cool breath made me dizzy when his mouth pulled away from mine and he murmured, "Gods Bella, I love you, I love you so much."

"I know," I half sobbed, putting my hands on his neck and bringing him back to my lips. "I know, and I love you too." I kissed him again, this time lightly, but still not wanting to let go. I felt like this was a goodbye kiss, and I would never see him again.

Edward pressed his hands against my stomach and lowered his head to my chest, listening to my heartbeat. I stood still, praying I could grant Edward whatever last wishes he had, whatever he wanted from me. I closed my eyes, and I felt Edward shift, his hands on my back, over my shoulders, on my face. He was trying to memorize what I looked like, what I felt like, and my body shook with silent sobs.

"Please," Edward croaked, and I opened my eyes. It seemed like Edward was speaking to some higher being than anyone in this house. He was looking towards the ceiling, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. I closed my eyes, and I didn't jump when Edward whispered, "Bella, please forgive me."

I didn't have any time to react; I wasn't even sure what was happening. All I knew was that there was pressure on my neck, and then my surroundings were quickly fading, and I slumped against Edward as darkness clouded my vision.

"Holy crow…" I murmured, unable to open my eyes. There was an unimaginable pounding in my skull, as if someone hit me on the back of the head. I weakly felt my head and I cracked my eyes open, surprised that I couldn't see. I didn't try to move as I slowly became conscious. My body ached, every muscle burning as if I had just finished running a marathon.

It took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and then I became accustomed to my surroundings, yet I didn't recognize them. Cheap wallpaper covered the walls, and it was peeling, especially on the wall that I was staring at. I groaned when I tried to sit up. Moving was a bad idea.

I carefully laid back down on my side and squeezed my eyes shut, willing for the pain to go away. After a few minutes, I managed to open my eyes again, and I knew I needed to investigate. Without thinking, I called out, "Edward!" and waited for him to come to whatever lumpy mess I was laying on. After a minute, I called his name again. I didn't hear him and I didn't see him, and at that point, my heart rate began to accelerate. I stood to my feet and blindly walked around, searching for a light. I stubbed my feet against several different pieces of furniture, but I refused to give up, and I kept my balance as I stumbled around.

Finally my hand felt a switch and I turned it on. I jumped when a light flickered on, and I blinked a few times, wishing my vision would adjust faster. Then I looked around me wildly.

I was in a foreign room. I went as quickly as my body would allow me to a window and I looked outside. All I saw was hills. Lots and lots of hills, but no cars, no signs indicating of my situation, not even a person walking down the street. I knew I had to be in a cheap hotel room, the wallpaper and dingy carpet told me that much. But where am I?

"Oh," I gasped, stumbling backwards and sitting down on the bed. This was what I was laying on, and it was lumpy, and the blankets were old and thin. After looking at them, I called for Edward again as I laid on my side, curling into a ball. My body shook with sobs that I'm sure everyone in the near vicinity could hear, but all I wanted was Edward. I couldn't breathe as a pain I wish didn't exist opened in my chest. It was like a black hole, pulling in every painful thought.

He left me.

I couldn't stop thinking it, even as I called for him.

He left me.

Oh God, he left me.

I tried breathing, but I felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen, and then I felt a sharp clenching in my stomach. I got up and tried looking for somewhere I could get sick. I saw an old plastic wastebasket, but I ignored it. There were three doors in this room, and I checked one, it led into a hallway. I slammed that door and checked another. It was a closet and there were clothes in it. I left that door open and checked the only door left, relieved when I saw a relatively clean bathroom.

I don't know where I learned the patience to hold everything in, but once I got on my knees and leaned over the toilet, I was sick.

I cried and groaned piteously as I emptied my stomach contents, all the while thinking and murmuring Edward's name when I had the chance. It took a few minutes for me to finish, and then I just curled into a ball on the floor, hugging my knees as close as I could to my chest, and cried Edward's name, over and over again.

He isn't here.

He left me.

He left me.

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