Chapter 8
Edward's POV
I couldn't believe it.
I stood still, in awe, staring at Carlisle's letter gripped in my hands. I read the note on the front of the envelope over and over.
Dear Carlisle and the Doctor,
Do not open until the second time you meet.
Please.
I was shocked. It was in my handwriting. The way the t's were crossed and the i's were dotted, It was obviously mine. But why would it be? How would they have gotten this letter in 1917 if it was from me?
I suddenly remembered that Carlisle thought of Bella and I when he and the Doctor were explaining things. I didn't think much of it then, but I wasn't paying much attention. I was too distracted pondering over all the glorious and disturbing thoughts I had heard from the Doctor's mind.
I looked to the Doctor. He was as shocked at this revelation as I was, though he seemed slightly excited.
Suddenly, if I had a beating heart it would have stopped.
The worst sound to ever grace my ears erupted from outside the Tardis. The most heart wrenching, pain inflicting, heartbreaking sound.
Bella. My Bella…
Her scream was filled with genuine fear. I felt the anger towards whatever was causing her this fear bubble up inside me. My muscles coiled to spring and with a deep, rumbling growl from my chest I ran as fast as I could to the door. I threw the letter to the Doctor, not thinking and not caring how hard or where it would land.
I made it out the door but Bella was nowhere to be seen. I called for her frantically but there was no response. I continued running as fast as I could trying desperately to find her. I picked up her scent and sprinted around the Tardis.
I saw her standing, completely unmoving. With her undivided attention on two of the despicable Weeping Angels. They were frozen by her gaze as the Doctor said they would be. They were both very close to her, claws stretched out as if to maul and capture her. I was not happy. No one messes with my brother and now -more importantly- with my wife on today of all days and thinks that they will get away with it. I was going to stop them before they could hurt anyone else.
"Bella!" I yelled with a hint of relief. I grabbed her right hand. Her touch sent more relief though my body. Almost like Jasper's calming effect. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was so glad and relieved to find her okay and unharmed.
"Edward…" she whispered also with a hint of relief in her voice while she grabbed my hand back. If she were human she would have been trembling.
She turned to face me. We looked into each others eyes. Her perfect, beautiful face and eyes oozing with gratitude and reflecting our newfound calm.
Suddenly and simultaneously we both realised that neither one of us was looking at the Weeping Angels.
With that realisation, everything went black.
I couldn't see Bella's familiar golden eyes anymore. Even in the dark as a vampire my sight was always strong enough to see clearly. But this place seemed to be unnatural.
I felt like I was falling. Continuously falling.
Wind was rushing by and hitting me at every angle. The fall seemed to be getting faster and faster. It was disorientating. Even for a vampire.
Thankfully Bella's hand was still grasped in mine. I could tell we were holding on to each other with all our strength. Though Bella was still stronger then me, our grip didn't hurt. It was reassuring in a way. I knew where she was. We were together. But it also pained me because as well as I, she was suffering from the touch of the God-forsaken Weeping Angel.
With all my strength I pushed against the force of our plummet and wrapped my arms around her. I didn't care about me. I had to a least try to keep her safe.
Then we made impact. Bella lay on top of me and I took all the force. I wouldn't loosen my grip on her.
Now I could see again. Though it was sill dark, it was a different type of darkness. It was night. Only a few moments ago was it an overcast midday.
We were sill in the forest. But it was different. Unnervingly different. The Tardis was gone. The air was cleaner and it was about ten degrees warmer.
Bella raised her head to take in her new surroundings as I was. She gasped loudly.
With a slight tremble in her voice she was the first one of us to speak since we landed here. "Edward where are we?… Or should I say when?"
She was right. When?…