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GODS AND MONSTERS

My frustration and impatience grows with every bump in the road.

Carlisle's been driving for hours now, both hands on the wheel, eyes on the road. He's upset with me, and thinks he's punishing me by not speaking.

Isabella's monitors are humming in the background, and I can't stop the glances. She's stitched up, bandaged, and breathing on her own, yet Carlisle is convinced she could still die.

"Do you think she'll hate me?" I brush a stray hair off her face as I watch her. The color in her once too pale cheeks is starting to return, and she's stopped sweating.

"For this?" He asks, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror for the first time all night.

"For everything." Raking a tired hand through my hair, I pull at the ends, and close my eyes.

I'm exhausted from the drive and from the night before. My original plan was Italy. A safe place to go with Isabella, without the trouble of her father following us.

Carlisle has other ideas. He's convinced we'll be better off at his old friend Garrett's place in Mexico. We wouldn't want for anything, and he has ties with too many important people for us to worry about being caught.

I know his idea is good, solid, but I'm still pissed.

"She killed a man for you. After all you did to her in that room, she killed him and then tried to kill herself to be with you in the end. You, Edward." His laugh is bitter, as he watches me.

"You really think I would have let her do that?" I scoff. He knows I'd never really hurt her like that. Not to the point of never being able to see her again.

"She didn't know that. She had no idea you were just testing her."

"She knows how manipulative I can be." I look down at her. She's always known.

"Does she? Does she know you're a selfish child?" My eyes snap to his, anger throbbing inside me.

"Watch yourself, Carlisle." My hands twitch and my heart thumps louder in my ears as I watch him. "I'd hate for you to wake up on my table."

"I've never pegged you as a liar, Edward." There is a hint of a smile on my father's lips, one that I'd like more than nothing to remove with a blade.

"You never pegged me for a killer either." I shrug, smiling when his eyes narrow.

"What would you have done if you didn't make it time?"

"In time for what?" I ask, knowing damn well what he's talking about. I just want him to say it, knowing just how much he cares for the daughter he's always wanted.

"Pulling that trigger and ending all this." I almost wish she had.

"I would have put that gun in my mouth and kissed it goodbye." I'd thought about it. Felt the barrel in my mouth. When I first left her, it was her voice I heard. Begging me. Taunting me. She wanted the bullet in my brain. Told me I deserved it, that I had failed her, failed us.

It was also her voice that stopped me. Her face. When I closed my eyes I saw her sleeping next to me, hands on my chest, a smile on her lips. Her kissing me in the shower as she ran a razor over my face, shaving the stubble she hated.

It was her hands that begged me as they slowly ran over my body under our sheets. Her lips whispering her love. Her eyes searching mine when I proposed to her.

She pushed as much as I did. In the end it was need that won. Her need for me and mine for her.

Carlisle sighs in the front seat, his eyes returning to the road, and snapping me out of my thoughts. "She's going to want answers if she wakes up."

"When. When she wakes up." I lace my fingers in hers, taking a moment to look her over.

"You need to face reality. There's a chance..."

"There is also a chance I could break your neck before you ever turned in your seat. Now drive and shut the fuck up." I snap at him, his voice already grating on my nerves.

The rest of the ride is quiet as I focus on her. Before we left, Carlisle hooked up IV's with fluids and drugs to help her sleep. I got to see her brown eyes staring at me for less than a minute before she passed out from the pain.

Once she was out, stitched and recovering, we went to work on the room and taking care of Jasper.

Carlisle made calls, while I sat and watched her.

I told her once, that she would never escape me, that I would never survive without her. I meant every word.

I might have left her once, but it was only to protect her. To arrange things for us.

She should be grateful I only now decided to drag her into this. She should be happy that the evidence wasn't enough to keep me. That the blood tests came back negative.

She should thank Carlisle and Jasper, too. Afterall, in the court's eyes, it was Jasper's blood found at the scene. It was Carlisle who made certain of it, cleaning and covering things up for us.

He can whine all he wants, but in the end, he wants us free.

"How much longer, Carlisle?" I look at the dash for the time. The only things I know are Garrett is our best option and Isabella will be protected there. That's enough for me.

"We should be there any minute." He glances quickly in the mirror at Isabella. "How are her stats?"

"She's fine." I light up a smoke and roll the window down.

Garrett's the one who got us into Mexico, and I've been informed if we want back out he can't guarantee it.

We won't.

"We're here." Carlisle slows the car, before stopping at the entrance of a gate. "He's being very generous, Edward try not to..."

"To what?" I laugh.

"Be yourself." He turns and begins typing a code into the box and the gate opens wide.

I look around and tossing out my cigarette. I wonder why a doctor would need so much security.

Garrett meets us as we pull up to his house. I watch as he and Carlisle shake hands and talk. My fingers are tracing lines on Isabella's leg as I wait for them. The feel of her bare skin against mine calming me.

"You're going to enjoy it here, baby." I tell her, smiling as her eyes flutter.

"This is my son and his wife Isabella." I nod as Carlisle opens the back of the SUV.

"I have a nurse on the grounds, along with staff. Anything you need," Garrett says as his eyes linger on her.

"How about eyes to your fucking self?" I snap, my fingers digging into her skin.

"Edward!"

"It's fine, Carlisle. That's his wife. I don't blame him at all." He offers me a smile, and I think I could carve it like a clowns. "I was just looking at her wounds."

"If you touch her, if I so much as see you lay a single finger on her..."

"He's upset about his wife." Carlisle interrupts, making me chuckle. The man should know what he's getting himself into with me here.

"And he's a liar." I'm upset about her, sure, but I won't put up with anyone thinking they can touch her. Doctor or not.

"I know all about you Edward." There is no judgement in his eyes when they land on me, respect maybe.

"Good. We shouldn't have any problems then?" I ask, watching as he moves from us.

"Not a single one." We nod at each other and I turn to Carlisle as Garrett waves over some of his staff.

"Lover?" I tease as Carlisle get's back into the car, driving us around Garrett's house.

"I helped him when no one else would, Edward." He doesn't bother looking at me. Instead, he steps out of the SUV, closing the door and the conversation behind him.

We get settled in quickly. Garrett offered us a villa at the back of his property, and a promise we won't be disturbed. In return for the keys, I promise not to destroy his property.

He leaves us alone after I've given him a list of things we'll need.

"I'm going to wean her off the medication. She should be waking soon," Carlisle tells me. He's been hooking up her IV bags and making sure she's comfortable.

I lay on the floor, cigarette in my mouth, coffee in my hand.

I glance over at Carlisle, rage building inside of me as his hand grazes hers. I force myself to look away, telling myself he knows better. Instead, I close my eyes remembering the color of her blood on my skin, her scared brown eyes turning angry, the way her mouth looked when she screamed.

I remember the sad look in Jasper's eyes as she pointed the gun at him. The way he looked at me, knowing good and damn well I would just sit there, unmoving to see what she would do.

He never should have trusted me.

When she pulled the trigger I didn't even flinch.

I let the picture behind my eyes fade as Isabella's whimpers reach my ears.

"She's going to be angry," Carlisle's inner father comes out as he sets the IV bag aside.

"When is she not angry?" I'd really love the answer to that one.

"Kid gloves with her, Edward. She's been through too much." Carlisle warns as I swallow the last of the coffee and move to the bed.

I smile to myself as I feel the pull to her inside of me. I've never wanted someone as much as I want Isabella. Need her. Every time I think about her, see her, it's like something snapping inside of me. Something telling me she's mine to take. To consume.

I touch her. Legs, hips, stomach. My hands growing greedy as I move up her body.

"Edward," he warns me, but I can't help myself.

I can feel the devilish smile on my lips as I turn to him. My hands on the pillow beside her face.

I want my eyes to be what she see's when she opens hers. I want her to know that I'm here. That she's mine and I'm hers. I want her scared and angry.

I want her fear. Her love.

She's mine and when she opens her beautiful brown eyes I want her to see that. To see the need, to reflect it back at me.

I lean in close, ignoring Carlisle's protest. My lips on her ear, breathing her in.

"Wake up, Isabella. I'm not through with you yet." I hear her gasp, and chuckle as I lift up, watching her eyes go wide.

"Edward?" Her lips barely move, but I hear her.

"Did you miss me?"

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