Disclaimer – Twilight and its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer
AN – Sorry for the delay. A death in the family meant it took a while to pick this back up.
However I have a treat for you, the very first Jealousy in the Key of C Outtake [www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/6719324/1/ ] has been posted today. It is from the POV of the Maestro and William Pearson. I hope it sheds some light on their part of the story.
Please note that this chapter includes medium level violence. I will ensure I provide a violence warning at the start of all future chapters whenever it applies.
Chapter Nine
"Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment" Robert A. Heinlein
Post their anniversary holiday, Edward threw himself back into work. He had had a wonderful time at the lake. However the time away needed to be made up. With his students preparing for performances or examinations he felt that he had let them down by taking the time away.
He had been astounded at the extravagance of Carlisle's gifts. Elizabeth was a gift beyond measure and he was both shocked and shaken Carlisle was able to keep something this large from him, particularly when it was surpassed by the purchase of the Island.
Edward still could not believe the island, but was a little peeved as it was clear that Carlisle had an ulterior motive for wanting a place so isolated. He was desperate for Edward to follow in his footsteps into medicine. While they had agreed to discuss it when Edward was more control of his own emotions/thirst, Carlisle clearly wanted Edward to start on his theoretical studies sooner rather than later.
Edward's bi-weekly trip to the lake to sail Elizabeth never included a visit to the island. He told himself this was because he did not wish to visit this wonderful and meaningful place without Carlisle. However he was honest enough with himself to admit that a part of the setup of the Island and the lighthouse still worried him.
Other than that he was content. He did not see Carlisle as much as they used; his mate's shifts were inconsistent – sometimes longer, sometimes later – and the irregularity was taking its toll on the vampire who cherished order and predictability in his world.
Still, their time together was relaxing. They had hunted and fucked (it had not been making love) on the rising blood lust. Lying on the remains of their clothing, Carlisle still firmly inside Edward, they kissed while talking of small things. Edward felt he ruined the moment by mentioning a buzzing sound he had been experiencing.
Carlisle's first reaction was shock which became concern and then an insistence that Edward's long hours and erratic feeding pattern was clearly affecting his mind. It was only after some panicked begging and pleading that Edward was able to talk Carlisle down from pulling him out of teaching there and then. And promising to cut back on tutoring and to talk to the Maestro about shortening his hours, Edward promptly made an appointment with the older man the next day.
After spending an hour in discussion with the older man, Edward was pleased with the result. He had been able to drop his extra teaching work in exchange with assisting the Maestro in reviewing and correcting the compositions of all conservatory students. Edward could not see Carlisle having a problem with the exchange. Edward could perform such work at home. Although he had to admit his office at the conservatory was the most convenient location as he could do this work while his students were practicing. He could even open the music room for longer periods for them while he worked.
Deciding to sail Elizabeth before class, he sat down and wrote Carlisle a note, updating him on events. He wanted to ensure Carlisle knew as soon as possible and felt it was better to leave a note in case they missed each other – which they did often.
~*.*~
A note?
Carlisle was livid. Did he not deserve a face to face conversation? He knew he should have gone with Edward and demand the Maestro release Edward from all extracurricular activities. Edward was just too appeasing, which meant he was able to be used and abused by those who wanted to gain from his talents.
Instead the foolish youngster had exchanged one set of additional duties for another. Of course he knew of the result of the conversation. At the time the agreement was made, Carlisle had been hiding in an alcove near the Maestro's office, which had been perfect for observing Edward during the day.
Carlisle was not a tracker, indeed in his long life he had only shadowed a half dozen individuals, both human and vampire.
He was not very good at it.
The first problem he identified was the dilemma of how to hide from Edward.
He knew from the past he could hide very specific thoughts from Edward, like the boat and Island surprise. But hiding his entire presence was harder. He knew that trying to stop thinking didn't work even if it had been possible for Carlisle. There was also the fact that Edward, at Carlisle's insistence, had fine-tuned his talent to be able to identify evasion in others; he had told Carlisle at the time that there was almost a sensation of absence which raised a red flag for the mind reader.
Carlisle was determined that to fool his mate, he had to blend in with the humans around in, both physically and mentally.
But how does vampire blend in his thoughts with human?
How on earth does he think like a human?
Where would he even start?
He had bitterly cursed Edward at this point. He depended on his mate to know the minds of others, to understand how thoughts worked, to protect them. He never thought he would have to work this out for himself.
After a week, and much trial and error, Carlisle was finally able to walk past Edward's office without being detected by the young vampire. The first day he had irritated Edward a great deal as he continued to 'pop in' for a chat, ask an ambiguous question, or just to fuck. Thankfully Edward had simply assumed Carlisle was missing the constant companionship that they had while on holiday and was quite willing to humour his mate, even agreeing to have intimate relations in three separate rooms in the conservatory.
The issue of 'how?' having been resolved, Carlisle's second worry was 'when?'
His initial intention had been to follow the young vampire at all times, however the responsible doctor part of him realised he couldn't fail to meet his obligations at the hospital.
After much internal debate and soul searching, Carlisle decided to reduce his hours at the hospital to those that Edward was teaching at the conservatory. He would then be able to flit between buildings, without fear of being missed.
Initially he found watching Edward quite pleasurable. It was fun to watch his mate surreptitiously, taking joy in the passion and care that his mate showed in his work. Carlisle was proud that his creation was such a wonderful being. However this pleasure and pride soon shifted to concern at the hours the young vampire was putting in.
The dependence of Edward's students on him was worrying, not to mention the imposition they clearly were to Edward's ability to care for himself and Carlisle.
The worst day for Carlisle started with him watching Edward 'jamming' with his students. The joy and freedom on his mates face was something Carlisle had not seen at home. Edward had been sharing a piano with the child William, while the other students were seated at the other instruments. The cacophony was both jarring and musical.
It took all of Carlisle's control when, on completion, William had rested his arm on Edwards. Ready to break into the room and stake his claim on Edward, he waited and watched as his mate sat for a moment, before standing, breaking the touch. This was not definitive enough for Carlisle. Had Edward wanted the contact? Why did he wait before standing up? What was this boy to his mate?
The evening got worse as the other students begged off their usual coffee rendezvous, leaving Edward and William to go alone. Carlisle sat and listened as the two walked into the café and talked of their music and the war and their families. He listened with discomfort as Edward was required to lie and stay within the script of their lives. As the conversation continued, Carlisle was surprised to find that listening to his mate talk about him as Edward's older brother caused him physical pain. It took everything he had to not storm up to the table and demand his mate tell this young upstart that he belonged to Carlisle.
After the evening he made it his goal to find out all he could about the young man, and do as much as he could to ensure the two were never alone again.
~*.*~
Edward was still hearing the buzzing again. He had not mentioned it again to Carlisle, as his mate had overreacted the first time. Shaking his head at the memory he waited in their car in front of the Pearson home. He had decided the previous day to arrange a school trip for his students on Elizabeth. They had talked in the past about finding the music in nature and he thought this was a wonderful opportunity.
Sadly on the chosen day Kitty was unwell, George's father would not give permission and Phillip had to work in his father's drug store as his mother has recently entered her confinement and the young man was quite depended upon.
The series of events resulted in Edward and Will together on Elizabeth, sailing to the middle of the lake. While feeling a little guilty, he was actually pleased with this result. He was enjoying his friend's uninterrupted company and took great pleasure in teaching the young man how to sail.
After about an hour of sailing Edward noticed that the wind was picking up, causing the lake to become choppy. As he began to adjust the sail, a moan from Will caused him to look up. The young man was literally turning green and before Edward could get to him, Will had leaned over the side to vomit.
Relieved that Will had not thrown up in Elizabeth, Edward focussed on getting the young man to land. The southern shore and the boat house were a fair distance but he was concerned about going to the nearby Middle Island. Another pathetic moan from Will made the decision for Edward. He furled the sails, started the motor and turned the tiller towards his and Carlisle's second home.
On reaching the Island, Edward assisted a still unwell Will ashore, trying to ignore the scent of the young man's sweat and vomit.
The two young men sat side by side on the bank of the lake, Edward rubbing Will's back as the young man tried to recover from his sickness.
Mumbling from within his hands Will apologised profusely.
"I am so sorry Edward. I had never been on a yacht before. I had no idea I would be so ill."
The young man leaned on the vampire's shoulder, the cool body temperature of his friend providing relief from his elevated temperature.
Edward, very aware of Will's body against his, stopped rubbing the others back and dropped his arm down, leaning on it behind Will.
"It is not your fault, Will. You are not the first person to be unwell on Elizabeth. Carlisle abhors boat travel as well."
Edward smiled fondly at the thought of the last time Carlisle was 'apparently' motion sick.
Now ashore Will began to feel better and finally looked around at their location. "So where are we?"
Edward smiled, "we are on Middle Island."
Looking around them Will raised an eyebrow, "should we be here?"
Edward chuckled at Will's question which was almost identical to his own when he had arrived with Carlisle. At the young man's questioning look, Edward dropped his eyes. While he couldn't blush he did feel self-conscious. "Actually Carlisle owns it."
He can hear and see the shock and incredulity in the other, looking up he gave a rueful grin.
Will, not wanting to offend Edward who appeared to be highly embarrassed by his wealth, changed the subject.
"Well if that is the case, would you mind showing me around?"
Edward nodded and they both stood. As they headed off towards the lighthouse, Will realised something.
"That week you were away, you didn't go to New York. You came here." It was almost an accusation.
"Yes," replied Edward. "That was the week that Carlisle took possession of the island. We spend the week setting things up."
Edward knew he was stretching the truth, but it was important to keep up the facade, even to someone he considered his friend. Indeed, outside of Carlisle, Will was his best friend. His only friend!
As they neared the lighthouse he knew he would not be able to show his friend the building. The sole bed and lack of kitchen facilities could give them away on both fronts.
Leading Will further around the coast Edward noticed the others thoughts were nervous and unsettled. He was frustrated as the continued buzzing in his mind, which had inexplicably become more pronounced on the island, had limited his ability to delve deep into Will's thought.
In addition to his scattered thought Will also appeared to constantly but unintentionally lean or brush against Edward. Edward attempted to move away as much as possible, however this was difficult when the path narrowed.
As the two wandered around Edward showed Will the wonders of his island. The young man was suitably impressed. However by the time Edward led Will back to the lighthouse, the young human was starting to tire.
Explaining that the lighthouse was unfinished and a safety hazard, Edward was able to refuse the other access to the building. Instead they returned to the boat.
Sitting on the jetty they talked about the island, the boat and where Will saw his music taking him.
When it came the move was without thought or planning, otherwise Edward would have heard it and stopped it before it happened. He wondered how Will could move so fast. One second they were talking about the pieces that Will intended to play during his examinations. The next the young man's lips are firmly pressed to his own.
Edward was so shocked at the feel of the other, he froze. Will took the opportunity to move closer, pressing his body against Edward, sweeping his tongue along Edward's lips. The sensation was nothing like Edward had ever experience. The warmth, taste and scent of the human created a hungry desire in the vampire and without another thought he closed his eyes and opened his mouth for Will, embracing him. A scream of protest in his mind buried beneath the longing . A load moan from Will brought Edward back to his senesces. He stopped moving and opened his eyes in horror. Pushing Will away, Edward fell back into a crouch. Grabbing his hair he wailed.
What was he doing? He didn't want this. Did he?
"No, Will. This is wrong. Why would you…?"
Will watched his friend disintegrate and dropped his head ashamed.
"I am sorry. I thought…. I mean he told me…"
Edward's head snapped up.
"Who told you what, Will?" he growled, unconcerned in his distress that he was frightening the young man.
Will dropped his gaze and mumbled. "The Maestro said...," he stopped, taking a deep breath. "The Maestro discovered I had a crush on you. When I told him you would never return my feelings as you did not lean that way and were engaged. He told me that your fiancé did not exist and he suspected Dr. Cullen was so protective of you to help you conceal your sexuality."
Edward took in a sharp breath. How had the Maestro find out about Edward's preference? He had made a mistake somewhere. Carlisle would not be pleased, to say the least.
Will watched Edward, his eyes widening.
"Was he correct? Are you homosexual? The way you reacted…" the young man felt a spark of hope, maybe all was not lost. Maybe he had just come on too strong.
Listening to Will's thoughts Edward winced, "STOP, Will! Just stop!" he sank further to the ground. Had he once again destroyed their lives?
Will took a step forward in an attempt to comfort Edward.
"I said 'STOP', do not come near me!" Edward was almost hysterical.
Tears streaming down his face, Will sat down heavily. "I am sorry, Edward. But I don't understand why you are so upset. I thought that you wanted me, too."
It took everything for Edward not to run away, abandon the young man on the island, or attack him. Didn't Will know he had just destroyed Edwards life?
".," he almost screamed. "You are my student…"
However Will was not going to give up.
"I will wait until you are ready, until I finish school and there is no conflict. Edward, I have feelings for you that I have never had before and I thought," Will's voice started to shake, "I thought from the way we…" he shook his head, ending with a whisper. "I thought that you wanted me too."
Edward shook his head violently. He ran through his memories trying to find anything that might have led the young man on. Having no experience at flirting or courting, he could not see anytime where their relationship had been too close, too intimate to make Will believe they were anything more than friends.
He heard the next question in Will's thoughts beginning with a burst of anger towards Carlisle.
"It's Dr. Cullen isn't it? He will not let you …" as Edward's body stiffened Will trailed off his eyes wide. He stood, his hands clenched.
"What is the point of protecting you, if you are not able to find someone to be with? Protecting you is one thing, controlling your life is another!"
Edward watched with wide eyes as the young man ranted, his arms flaying wildly.
"Just because he has not found someone, does not mean he should stop you from… "
Will trailed off, realization hitting him like a blow to the chest.
Edward stood. He would have sworn that he had not reacted to Will's comment; however the others thoughts and face suggested otherwise.
"Oh my…" The young man's voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Will - " Edward started, but Will interrupted.
"Oh my God," he whispered. "Dr. Cullen isn't your brother, is he?"
Edward stepped back. How was this child able to discover them so easily? What was he going to do now? How would he explain it to Carlisle?
Still shocked, Will started to babble.
"I wouldn't have…if I had known…but…YOU kissed me back. YOU WANTED ME TOO."
Edward shook his head, trying ineffectually to erase Will's words from his infallible memory.
Will persisted, moving a step closer.
"Edward, maybe…maybe there is something that you want…something about me. Something that is missing with Carlisle."
Edward couldn't listen anymore.
He grabbed Will's hands and looked pleadingly into the others eyes.
"Please stop. I have no doubts or regrets with Carlisle. I don't know why I kissed you, and I am so sorry that I have given you the idea I can have a relationship with you. I am sorry, but there will never…"
Edward couldn't continue; the look of desolation on Will's face made him stop.
"So Dr. Cullen is your boyfriend?"
"Actually Carlisle is my husband," Edward admitted quietly.
He pulled out a chain from around his neck. On the chain hung the ring that Carlisle had given him when he was first turned and then recommitted to him at their wedding.
At the mention of marriage Will wrapped his arms around himself.
"Married! When? How?"
Skipping the when, Edward explained about the community in Vermont and the ceremony they had in their house there.
He could tell that the existence of such communities was news to Will and tried to offer the distraught young man an olive branch.
"There is a community in Cleveland. We have not been involved since moving here but I can give you some contact details. You can start making some friends and develop a support network."
Will was grateful for the offer. The two stood quietly for a time as they try to calm down. Edward heard the other's thoughts as he tried to come to terms with what he has discovered. Edwards own thoughts were tearing him apart.
After a while, Edward noted the light was fading.
"We better head home before someone misses us."
The young man suddenly looked so sad and his thoughts became so distraught Edward could not but help wrap his arms around him. Will clutched at his teacher and friend and sobbed quietly.
"You will find someone, Will, I promise," he assured him. "You have lots of time to find yourself and your place in the world."
Will moved in to brush his lips against Edwards. Edward moved away with a sigh, "Will!"
The young man begged, "Please, Edward! Please, just this one last time?"
Edward mind said no, but found his body has moved to meet Will in a chaste kiss. The young man sighed moving away, "Thank you, Edward."
Stepping back, Edward's foot faltered as a sharp, garbled noise hit him. Looking out to the lake he strained to identify the source of the cry.
Will watched Edward, perplexed. "Edward, are you alright?"
Edward turned his attention back to Will, "Yes, I am fine, sorry. I suddenly thought we should head off before it gets too rough again."
~*.*~
HE WAS GOING TO KILL…SOMEONE!
How dare that evil child seduce, touch and kiss HIS mate?
From his position at the top of the lighthouse he watched and listened as his husband was lured in by Will.
Edward was too innocent not to be taken in by the young man, who clearly had designs.
The fact that Edward allowed himself to hug and kiss the hussy showed how little his mate knew of the real world, how much he needed protecting, how unbalanced he was.
Carlisle stopped horrified. Maybe Edward had become unstable as a result of inappropriate thoughts from Will.
He needed to speak to Edward immediately. But knowing this was impossible settled for quickly swimming back to shore. He needed to get things organised for when Edward got home. The young vampire was no longer in his right mind and must be protected from others and himself.
~*.*~
Edward was able to keep his composure while sailing back to the boat house. He was then grateful that Will remained quiet both in his words and thoughts for the drive home.
After watching the young man enter the home Edward drove north of town. Stopping, he tumbled out of the car and with one fist in his mouth, he screamed and sobbed. He dug into the ground with his free hand, he wanting to bury himself in the earth to conceal his guilt and pain.
After an hour he was calmed enough to climb back into the car. He didn't know what to do. He hadn't wanted to kiss Will, so why had he? Why had his body and mind reacted? And what did that mean for him and Carlisle?
The guilt overwhelmed him again. He was no closer to an answer and so pulled himself together, heading home to face Carlisle.
When he was almost home, he felt his consciousness invaded.
Carlisle was home, which was surprising considering the other would normally have been at work by this time in the evening. Pulling up to the house, Edward was overwhelmed with guilt and terror which increased when he realised that Carlisle's dominant thoughts were anger. Anger towards him!
He almost crashed the car. He knew! Carlisle KNEW!
Edward walked to the front door, shaking with fear. Opening the door he looked into the room to find Carlisle standing a few feet from the open door, arms crossed, radiating fury.
"Carlisle…" Edward whispered eyes down.
"Get inside," ordered Carlisle.
Edward found his body obeying without thought, but found he still had a sense of self-preservation; he stayed just outside easy reach of the angry vampire. The move only increased the other's fury.
Edward, come here.
Carlisle was ignoring their agreement that he speak verbally.
Edward stepped back further, whimpering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Carlisle stopped for a moment, struggling to pull himself together. Edward was clearly irrational and afraid of him. If Carlisle kept pushing, it might send the unstable young vampire over the edge, so far that Carlisle would not be able to save him.
Modulating his voice he started again.
"Edward, can we please sit. I wish to talk to you about this troubling matter."
Watching Carlisle, Edward walked to the lounge chairs. He waited until Carlisle was seated before selecting a chair as far away as he could. A ripple of anger washed through Carlisle, but he suppressed it using the techniques he had developed while following Edward.
As Carlisle's thoughts shifted, Edward recognised the prickly buzzing sensation that he had experienced over the past few weeks. A sensation Carlisle had dismissed as being a result of Edward's overwork and underfeeding.
Suddenly it became clear. Forgetting his guilt and fear Edward blurted out, "You have been following me!"
If Edward expected Carlisle to deny the accusation, he was surprised.
"Yes, I have. Edward, you have betrayed us. You have risked disclosure and been extremely careless with your health and our marriage."
He watched as his mate started to whimper and shake. Carlisle smiled. If only Edward could see how unstable he was, Carlisle stood a better chance of being able to take his mate away to recover.
"I am worried about you. I am not sure you realise what you have done, how much you have put yourself at risk."
You put yourself at risk like a… a… newborn
Edward's anger flared.
"That is not true. Maybe two to three years ago it was valid, but not now. I don't know what happened, I don't know why." During his rant, he had pulled his legs up and started to rock. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, I don't know why, I didn't…" his face revealed the excruciating pain within. "But it is over with. He knows the truth about our relationship now. It will not happen again."
"Not happen again," Carlisle roared. I would expect not! You have crossed a line that even I am not sure I can forgive you for.
Edward's guilt and despair were suddenly replaced by anger. Fists clenched, his temper rose, both at Carlisle's accusations and the fact that the other was continuing to use telepathy to communicate.
"Don't start on me. At the hospital or on the street I still have to hear these women fawning over you like some piece of meat. The way that they rub against you and KISS YOU tears me apart. Do you want me to be jealous? Because I can, believe me. I have enough images shoved in my head to attack you with claims of infidelity."
This is different, Carlisle growled. You touched him… Kissed him! You have been unfaithful.
Edward tried to interrupt the other.
Thumping his fist on the chair arm, Carlisle growled. ""
Standing, he leaned over Edward, hands fisted at his sides.
Grabbing Edward by his shirt, he hoisted the other to his feet. If Edward did not understand, Carlisle would make him understand.
"I am responsible for you. You are my creation and my responsibility. You know the law about sired vampires and mates. If I determine that you are putting us at risk of disclosure or putting yourself at risk, it is my responsibility to correct your behavior. It is selfish of you to only think of yourself. You have betrayed me, betrayed us. In all rights I am able to punish you as I see fit. I could, if I wanted, send for the Volturi guard to help control you."
Edward's eyes widened at Carlisle's declarations, his terror returned. Despite the rules and laws from Volterra, they had always been equals. Carlisle had made a point of saying that he would never treat Edward as a subservient mate.
Edward's rising fear caused his anger to flare.
"Arrogant bastard! If you wanted me to just sit at home waiting for you, servicing your every need, I might as well be living with you in Italy as your wife."
The blow came without warning, the momentum propelling Edward into the grand piano, the instrument disintegrated under the force of Edwards's body.
Carlisle stood, his body shaking, looking at his hand in horror.
Edward rose shakily from the debris and walked around the room, ensuring the furniture was between them. All anger had left the room replaced with horror, grief and guilt. Edward watched Carlisle for a moment before turning towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Carlisle growled raising his head to look at Edward.
His horror and guilt became fear. This could not happen. He would not lose Edward again. He knew this was going to happen and was justified in his actions of the past weeks.
Edward sighed "Not far, I promise…I just need some space."
"Stay here!" Carlisle ordered. "We need to talk." He was desperate to not risk an unstable Edward leaving the house.
"I CANT right now" replied Edward. He raised his hand to his cheek. While he knew there was no visible mark or damage it felt softer, fragile. Carlisle watched the action with irritation. Did Edward not see he had brought this upon himself? And where was he heading? To the child? His new lover?
Carlisle raced to the door and grabbed Edward's arm. "You are not leaving."
Edward twisted in Carlisle's grasp trying to free his arm.
"Carlisle, let me go, please."
Carlisle wrestled Edward away from the door. Terrified, Edward fought his mate, trying desperately to escape.
Slipping out from Carlisle's grip, Edward made a dash for the doorway.
With an enraged yell NO Carlisle flung himself at Edward. Grabbing the young vampire's arm he looked Edward in the eye as he twisted Edward's hand until a loud cracking was heard by them both.
Edward dropped to the ground, screaming. Holding his hand to his chest he could feel that the internal structure of the hand was shattered.
Carlisle backed away, shocked.
Watching his sire back away, Edward took flight.
He tore out of the house without so much as a look back. He broke into run not stopping until he reached the conservatory. Entering his office, he ignored the chairs and instead threw himself under his desk. He started to shake, clutching his hand to his chest. The agony completely dwarfed the feeling of discomfort and fragility in his face.
He couldn't understand how the conversation had deteriorated.
Carlisle hadn't let Edward tell him what had happened. He didn't get to tell his mate how he didn't want it to happen, how he didn't know Will was going to attack him, how he didn't want Will and told him so. Most importantly, how devastated and desperately sorry he was.
Edward sobbed in terror, wondering when Carlisle would come for him.
At home, Carlisle sat on the floor, head in hands.
He tried to work out what went wrong. Thinking about the situation he returned to the truth that Edward's carelessness and growing instability had started when he began work. When he met William Pearson!
It saddened Carlisle to realise Edward would not be capable of working, that it was best that he stayed home while Carlisle worked to support and care for them both.
Standing, Carlisle returned to his chair and stared at the fireplace in deep thought. He determined that this was Edward's own fault, in as much that Edward's condition created the situation.
The young vampire was obligated to look after himself. If he didn't it would be up to Carlisle to monitor and plan Edward's entire life – just as he had when the young vampire was a newborn.
It was Edward's fault that Carlisle had had to track him.
It was Edward's fault that Carlisle was angry
While he was disappointed with himself for lashing out at the unstable youngster, his patience was understandably not infinite.
Most importantly, he came to the firm conclusion that Edward needed to be removed from human society for his own safety….
…by force if necessary.