(Ed POV) 7. My Beautiful Ebony

The wolves were wary of our forms, standing as statues do in museums. The tan one-Onyx, as Alice viewed in her vision-formed whimpering noises in the back of her throat as she saw Ebony faint. Her head suddenly whipped upward and began a mournful howl, while the smaller silver one we saw earlier followed suit.

"Onyx," I cautioned. A confused look erupted from her face. "Yes. We know it's you; please, we just want to help."

"Fine," a tinkling voice hissed from the wolf. Our jaws dropped-including Alice and Carlisle-and she chuckled. "You carry her, and follow me to my house."

She trotted to the trail of broken branches and burst into a flat-out sprint. I scooped up Ebony's resting body in my arms, and she groaned softly. I was frantic, racing after Onyx and calling over my shoulder for the others to catch up. It was a race-a race to save the one holding my heart.

At the rate we were flying through the forest, the house crept into our sight of vision fairly quickly. The silver wolf-Sasha-trailed behind us, her eyes shifting restlessly around the trees. Her ears twitched at every sound, and eventually she broke away from the group and did her own scout of the terrain.

"The key is underneath the mat, and check her room for the First-Aid kit." Onyx's voice was worried and stressed. "I need to go phase, so please open the door."

Carlisle found the key and unlocked the door; she swerved around him and raced up the stairs. The sound of a slammed door and popping bones came from the second floor, and Esme winced as she came from upstairs with the kit in one hand and some towels in the other.

"What?" she asked as Carlisle raised his eyebrows. She began placing towels on the couch and patted the seats for me. "It would be hard to get the blood out, since it's white."

I gently placed Ebony's warm body upon the couch, and Carlisle went to work, cleaning her wounds with something he brought and eventually pulling out a needle and thread. I stood anxiously over his shoulder, and he finally got irritated and told Alice and me to go look for some clothes for her to wear.

"Finally," Alice muttered as she snatched my hand. "Your future is changing so much it's giving me a headache."

We went to her room at the end of the hallway, and Alice pushed the door open. It was clean but unorganized. Books were everywhere: on her bed, the floor, the nightstand. A laptop was on a desk in the corner by the window, with a story I guess she was writing on the screen. My curiosity got the better of me, so I read over it in a minute. It was fairly long, and she left it at a place that had me aching for more. Alice cleared her throat. I turned, and she was wrinkling her nose at the scant wardrobe behind her.

"I definitely need to go shopping for her. How can she wear the same clothes over and over again?"

"Not everyone cares about fashion as much as you do," I dryly noted. She stuck out her tongue at me; chuckling, I turned and skimmed the story one more time. "She's a really good writer, you know."

"Yeah. I heard some of her poetry in English," she casually responded, showing me a poem she wrote, Hear My Voice.

"Wow. That was deep," I commented after Ebony finished and the memory ended. "I wonder if she really feels that alone."

Edward, she's starting to stir. Get Alice to change her before she awakens, Carlisle and Esme thought to me.

"Alice-" I started.

"On it," and she saluted, dashing down the stairs.

I only had five seconds before she would burst in with Ebony in her arms, so I glanced quickly at the trophies she had lining one of her bookshelves: Mr. Arnold's Piano Recital of 2005-2010, Large Group Performance Evaluation 2005-2009, Championship Softball Tournament 1st Place Storms of 2005 and 2006, and Championship Football Tournament of 2007. She used to play football and softball? Emmett would be interested in this. It also looks like she's been playing piano and an orchestral instrument. Wow, she is truly amazing.

"Edward, get out! I'm about to change her, and I am pretty sure she doesn't want anyone to see!" Alice hissed at vampire-pitch.

"Okay, okay! I'll go." She all but kicked me out the door when I lingered for too long. I stumbled on the last step downstairs, and Emmett smirked as he glanced over his shoulder at me.

"Dude! This place has every game system made! She even has NFL 2011! It hasn't even come out yet," he yelled at the top of his lungs. "By the way, did you just trip on the last step?"

"I was distracted," I defended myself, plopping down between Jasper and Emmett. I could hear Esme and Carlisle mumbling in the kitchen about Ebony and Onyx. Pots and pans clanged together as she fixed an easy dinner.

"By Ebony?" Jasper smirked, wagging his eyebrows.

"Shut it!" I growled, smacking him on the back of his head, causing the game controller in his hands to fall to the ground.

"Watch it! I was about to win!" he whined.

"I won! Jasper, pay up!" Emmett gloated, holding out his hand. Jasper grumbled as he slapped a wad of 50s in Em's hand.

"She's starting to wake up, Edward. Maybe you should be here," Alice whispered as she ran down the stairs.

"Thanks, Pixie," I joked. I was in her room in a flash and positioned myself at the desk in the corner. Admiring her beautiful face, I leaned back and waited for my love's eyes to open.

My heart, my soul, my love; that is how you appear to me. I will always cherish thee, my are the center of my universe, so hear me. I listen to your heartbeat as you lay next to me. I pray for the return of your love I would keep so near and dear to my heart.