Sorry, I had to! More Carlisle/Bella fluff.
Bella POV:
With the terror for my daughter, I felt an equal amount of guilt. Guilt, because, no matter what happened, my family and friends were sentenced to die. I had to go to Carlisle; to ask him what he had asked of everyone else, to witness. Nothing more. We were the ones the Volturi were after, not them. They shouldn't die for no reason. I gave Renesmee to Rosalie, and went to find him.
He was in his study, bent over an old book, looking for any information we could use. A quiet sob escaped my lips, because, as I looked at my father, I knew they wouldn't listen to my pleas. They would die with me. His head snapped up, and he gazed at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What's wrong, Bella?"
"Can I ask you something?" My voice broke twice. He looked worried now, and was about to say something. "Please, hear me out." He nodded and got up, leading me over to a dark leather couch. "What's wrong?" he asked again.
"I need you to do something for me, to promise me something." I started. "What is it?" he urged. I continued in a shaky whisper. "No matter what happens, if the Volturi don't listen, or don't care, I need you to swear to me that you will only witness. Please don't give your life for us." He looked aghast. "Bella, I…I can't do that." I started sobbing. "Please! Please, please promise me you'll stay with everyone else. Please don't die for us!" I was in hysterics. Carlisle kept shaking his head. "Bella, I can't!" I looked up at him. "Why?"
He looked exasperated. "Do you really think any of us could bear to stand by, doing nothing, while they killed you? I can't promise you that I'll stand by, I can't. I love you three too much. (AN: I literally cried when I wrote that.) I couldn't just stand there, and watch you, Edward, and Renesmee, my family, my children, and the grandchild I never dreamed was possible, die for something that wasn't true. I couldn't bear it. If it was Renesmee in this position, and she was asking of you what you're asking of me, would you agree?" I realized what he was saying, but I refused to accept it. "I don't want anyone to die. Please. As a last request?"
The pain on his face when I said that was almost too much to bear. He wrapped his arms around me and said, "Let me ask you a question. Would you do the same thing for any of us?" I mumbled against his chest, "Of course. Without a doubt." I felt him nod, and he said, "Then what makes this so different, that you don't want the same support?"
"Would you want me to die, or would you do the same thing I'm doing now?" I asked quietly. "Of course I wouldn't want you to die, and, truth be told, I would probably be doing what you're doing right now if the positions were flipped. But, I know that you would do the same thing for me. I want to do this; I want to support you guys. There's no other option; none of us are going to continue existing when such a vital piece of our family is missing." I nodded slightly. I knew he was right, but I still felt horrible for causing the problem that was causing their deaths.
"And, for some of them, this isn't about defending you. They chose to come here, because they view this situation as an opportunity. It's the first time in fifteen hundred years that the Volturi could be seriously challenged, and some people, especially Vladimir and Stefan, are viewing this as a purely vengeful fight. They could care less about why we're fighting." He looked down at me. "We all love you too much to not help you when you need it. It would be…so profoundly wrong if I agreed to what you're asking me. Do you see why?" I nodded unwillingly. He smiled, and said, "Go to Renesmee. I'm sorry to be blunt, but you and I both know our days are numbered. Go spend as much time as you can with her." I hugged him, and he kissed my forehead. "I love you. I'm sorry." I told him. "I love you too, and don't be." He replied. I smiled and walked out of his office, to Renesmee. There had to be a way to save them. There just had to be.
Okay, yeah, I've been trying to write this one for weeks, but I could never get it started right. R&R please!!!
