Edward was sipping the last ounce of the bear's blood when he heard series of gun shots tore the calmness of the night. He raised his head and looked back.
What was going on?
That woman! He stood up as her image flashed in his mind. He didn't know what was happening yet but he just can't take her off his mind.
Was she in danger?
He needed to know what was happening.
He ran towards the clearing, to where the shots were coming from. He saw the house that was surrounded by a tall fortress. And then he saw her. His eyeballs dilated.
She was on her feet, running as fast as she could. And there were gunshots again. His eyes transferred to the group of armed men who were running after her, firing their high caliber guns behind her.
His eyes zoomed in to the bullets as they travelled against the wind and landed at her back. One bullet hit her on the head.
"No!" He shouted in panic as he realized that she was being shot to death. He ran towards her to rescue her from being killed. She was alone as she tried to escape her fully-armed enemies. Then he saw her jumped off the hill and disappeared into the darkness.
"No!" He hissed as he tried to run after her. The armed men who were chasing after her continued to fire their guns into the darkness and they caught his attention. With blazing, red eyes, and menacing anger, he faced them and killed them one by one in split seconds.
He was so furious at how they rained bullets over a hapless woman as she tried to escape. He cannot forgive them if they had managed to kill her.
He twisted the head of the last conscious person that he held in his arms. The man screamed in pain as he struggled to break free then he fell limp. He pushed him on the grass, he was not yet dead, just unconscious, and he ran to the edge of the cliff.
Without any hesitation, he jumped off the cliff. He was falling fast but he was scanning the wide ocean with his watchful eyes.
He can't see the woman anymore. She must have been under the water now... and drowning. His brain resisted to process the unpleasant thought.
She won't die. That was the last thing he wanted and he didn't want to entertain the idea in his mind. The woman took his attention the first time that he smelled her scent and he felt as if he was transfixed as he laid his eyes on her.
She intrigued him.
He knew that she fell into the sea. He needed to move fast before she ran out of breath under the water.
He heaved a sigh of relief when his body got into the water. He dived deep under the sea. He didn't waste any second, he swam around and looked for her body.
He found her near a huge ocean rock and she looked lifeless.
In a flash, he swam towards her direction and held her in his arms. Then he brought her to the surface of the water.
She looked so ill and pale... and wasn't breathing anymore?
No!
He brought her to the shore and laid her body on the sand. Then he pressed his cold lips over hers and gave her a mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Her lips were petal soft but cold. And even if he was giving her first aid, he couldn't help but feel how soft her lips were as he blew air into her mouth. And every time their lips touched, he couldn't help but feel hers in an intimate manner.
Drat, was he still giving her first aid or was he already kissing her?
He shook his head in disbelief and willed himself to just do what was needed and stopped his perverted urge. He was trying to resuscitate a dying human being, for crying out loud!
He pulled his mouth away from hers, which surprisingly became a tremendous burden. But he needed to get a grip of his sanity.
He pumped her chest. He was trying to make her breathe again. She needed to breathe.
"Come on!" He blew air to her mouth once more and pumped her chest harder.
But she remained unresponsive.
He searched for her pulse on her throat. He can still feel a very weak pulse. Thank God!
He held her head and blood stained his hand. His eyes riveted to the champagne colored liquid and he almost lost himself and gave in to the unbearable urge of the blood in his hand had it not to the mountain-sized self-control that consumed him body and soul.
His attention was abruptly diverted, from the strong urge to sip her blood to unexplainable worry that she might be in grave danger. He had never been afraid of blood but right at that moment, he was. He was afraid of the woman's life to be exact. She maybe dying at the moment and the thought scared him big time. No, she can't die. He didn't know why he didn't want her dead but he simply didn't want her to die. She was too young to die.
He checked her head and found out that she had a cut at the back of her head and it was bleeding.
He tore his wet shirt and wrapped it around her head, so as to stop the bleeding and prevent her from losing more blood. She was already very pale.
He knew that she might have other wounds in her body. He saw how bullets hit her awhile ago. So he tore her black cat suit. Her creamy skin glistened on the darkness of the night. She was so white and pale like a vampire. But she has a rockin' delicious, human body.
He swallowed real hard as his eyes darted at her sexy figure. She had only her underwear to cover her most private parts and her exquisite, raw beauty took his breath away.
She was well proportioned and slim and lean. But she was soft and feminine despite of her toned muscles and tight skin. She was all woman from head to foot, a very attractive human being in flesh.
In swift seconds, he seemed to already memorize her exquisite features - her sculpted shoulders, full, luscious breasts, narrow waist line, wide, rounded hips and long legs that seemed to stretch forever in his imagination.
She was not a tall woman but her body proportions were like that of a super model.
And for the life of him, he felt something inside of him ticked, like a heart beat.
He snorted. Of course, he had no heart beat. He was a goddamned vampire, not a human being. His heart stopped beating some 500 years ago.
But it was an infallible truth that he was attracted to this tiny, human being. He found everything about her mesmerizing, even the tip of her dark hair. And he just can't let this beautiful creature die in his arms.
He moved her body gently, so as to check her overall condition, and he saw that she had gun shots at her back.
He totally undressed his shirt and tore it to pieces. He used it to wrap her wounds so as to stop the bleeding. She was losing too much blood already.
He didn't know where he got the enormous self-control to fight the almost unbearable temptation to taste her blood. It smelled so good.
He fumed. He should not focus on her oh so sweet, sweet blood. She was bleeding alright. And she was dying too.
He needed to bring her to Carlysle so that she will be treated before it was too late. The bullets in her body needed to be removed before they can create more harm to her vital organs.
But they were too far away from Forks. She won't make it if he will take longer. He had to take her to Forks within few minutes.
He sighed. He had no choice but to use his newly discovered skill, even if it was not advisable for him to. He didn't know what will happen to him. The last time that he used that skill, he was weak for days.
And he had never used it with a companion. He wasn't sure if it would work. But he had no choice but to try.
He held her wounded body and carried her in his arms. She was small compared to his six foot frame and she weighed like paper.
This was it. He closed his eyes as he concentrated. A sweat broke on his forehead. Then he hit that imaginary button in his mind and he felt his body in a vacuum-like environment, pulling him into somewhere he wanted in lightning speed.
He held her firmly, taking her with him and in a snap of a finger, he disappeared.
Edward opened his eyes and he saw the Cullen mansion in Forks, Washington. He looked in his arms and he was glad that she was still holding her body.
So he had successfully teleported to Forks... with her in his arms.
Thank goodness!
But his relief was short lived.
He was known to be having a cool head in all times but he wanted to panic as he saw her face. Her lips were colorless and lifeless and her eyes were tightly shut and she was... not breathing at all?
"Edward!"
He looked up and saw Carlysle. He was coming to him with a worried look on his face.
"Carlysle!" He was just so glad to see his father. Finally, the almost lifeless woman in his hands will finally be attended by a great doctor.
"Edward!" Carlysle ran to him as he staggered to his feet, trying to stay standing but his knees were becoming so weak that he lost his balance.
Before he fell to the ground, Carlysle was there, holding him in one hand and the woman he had rescued in another hand.
"What the hell happened?" His father asked in a very worried voice.
"Help her, Carlysle. Treat her..." He tried so hard to open his mouth and say those words. He felt so weak and battered all over. "She needs you... Don't let her die... Save her life... please... for... me..." He was trying his best to hold his consciousness but he was losing his every strength. His eyes shut and he felt darkness envelop him. He totally lost his consciousness with the image of the woman in his head, smiling so beautifully at him.
And he can't let that kind of breathtaking beauty simply perish away...