Chapter 20
Bella's POV
The room grew quiet. Though the silence wasn't as uncomfortable as earlier I still wasn't totally at ease. What I wouldn't give to have Jasper's claming effect engulf the room right now.
We decided to wait, and that's exactly what we did: we waited. About thirty minutes had passed and the monsters that were flying above us were still wreaking havoc and still trying to break into our basement quarantine.
Edward's mother remained in her chair in the centre of the basement, she seemed overwhelmed but she was taking all this news better then we could have hoped. Edward's human self on the other hand returned to his corner sitting on the floor while keeping his head in his hands. He wasn't taking this very well at all. My Edward and I just retracted to the bottom step leading up to the entrance. We sat there with Edward's arms wrapped snugly around me while I sat in his lap, the right side of my head resting on his chest.
Unexpectedly, Edward began whispering to low for the humans to hear. "I don't think those monsters are going to leave us anytime soon," he sighed.
I looked up and gave him eye contact. "I agree, they're still as determined as ever to get at us. I'm still amazed that our little barrier worked. The only problem is that we can't stay in here forever," I whispered back.
"I know, I'm about as surprised as you are that the padlock worked. By the look of those creatures you would think that they would be able to break through them with little effort. We will have to ask the Doctor about them, he probably knows exactly what they are," he paused. "And you're right we can't stay here forever, especially the humans. You and I can go without hunting for a while but they will have to eat and sleep et cetera very soon. We will have to think of something quick."
I sighed and sank back into his chest. We were in an awful situation. Either stay here and die, or go out there and die. Though we still had a lot of decisions to make, we still didn't admit that we didn't have many options. I found Edward's optimism refreshing and somewhat comforting. He was determined and convinced that we would get home to our loving family.
About five more minutes had passed and Edward abruptly and bizarrely began to chuckle.
I leaned away as a confused furrow developed between my eyebrows. I looked to his face as a toothless smirk began to become his most predominate feature.
"What?" I asked confused yet with a whisper still to low for the humans to hear.
"Someone's got a new admirer," he teased.
"What?" I repeated as my furrow of confusion depend between my eyebrows.
He chuckled again "He thinks you're beautiful," he paused. "At least now I know that even as a human I had good taste. I don't know whether I should be angry and jealous like I do when other men think about you but technically he's me so…"
My face softened and I giggled in response. It must be very weird for Edward to be reading his human self's mind.
All of a sudden Edward's smirk became a frown. "He's not taking all this in very well. He seems quite upset about it all. I wouldn't blame him to be honest. I'm even glad he has reacted like this, though he might be being a little hard on himself, he's not looking forward to the prospect of being one of us."
"I thought you yourself had finally accepted being a vampire," I said meaning it as a question.
"I have," he replied. "But that's only because I have you and Nessie. I know if Carlisle never changed me in 1918 then I would never have met you. I would take a curse a million times worse than this to be with you but he hasn't realised that yet. He's still going through a type of self turmoil if you will. I spent almost 90 years in a state of pain and self-hatred and by the looks of him its only starting for him."
"Maybe we shouldn't have said anything about the future to him," I replied.
"Perhaps or maybe not. At least they trust us now," he responded.
"True, but they trust us with their lives. We said we would help them and get everything back to normal but as of right now we are not doing a very great job," I said grimly.
"You're right," he said as his voice filled with a new found enthusiasm. "We can't just stay here a wait for these creatures to leave us alone, we have to make the first move. We will continue with our plan and start by writing that letter."
I agreed with Edward. We really couldn't stay around here and do nothing especially with it being our fault that this whole situation happened. We would carry out our plan and like Edward said: Its better to fail than not try at all. Though I could see flaws in our plan already. What if Carlisle's hospital was in the same situation as us, we might not even be able to give him the letter to get the message to the Doctor. I guess we can only hope.
Edward leaned away from our embrace, breaking it. He stood up while making sure I was sitting comfortably on the step. He walked over to his mother and asked her for some paper and something to write with. She nodded and said she would look in some of the boxes they used for storage and see if they had anything he could use. As she began to quickly stand up she suddenly became flushed looking.
She began coughing profusely and uncomfortably with her hand automatically reflexing to her mouth. Winded, she sat back down as quick as she got up. Both Edwards ran to her aid as fast as they could though my Edward was there much quicker than his human self.
"I'm fine," she insisted. "I just stood up a little to quickly, that's all."
"I don't think so mother," Edward's human self said as he came to her side. "That's the third time this week that you coughed like that."
"He's right. I think you should have it checked by a doctor," my Edward agreed seriously. My Edward's face became pained as I realised what was going on. I dropped my shield to speak to Edward through my thoughts.
"Edward, I don't think that's one thing you should tell them," I said in my thoughts.
He turned, facing me, acknowledging my thoughts with a pained expression. His face quickly became stern as he nodded in agreement. It was one thing telling them that we were married with a child but it was another thing all together giving them their death sentence.
My Edward turned again to face his human mother once more as he began to speak calmly. "Its alright you sit, relax. You have been through so much. I'll just look through the boxes myself."
"No I am perfectly fine. Really it is no trouble at all," she continued insisting.
My Edward began to walk towards the storage boxes at the side of the basement. The opposite side to the table I hid under earlier. Elisabeth followed slowly. Human Edward tried to argue with her that she should stay sitting down but she wouldn't listen.
They chose a box each and began to rummage though. The boxes were full of old clothes, pictures and belongings and such, there was even toys that I assumed were from Edward's childhood. He grimaced at the sight of some items. I didn't know if they were bringing back pleasant or painful memories.
Elizabeth was on her third box when she finally found something. "Ah ha! Got it!" she exclaimed as she pulled a couple of sheets of paper, an envelope and a fountain pen from under an old moth-eaten woolly jumper. She leaned over and handed them to my Edward. He smiled, thanking her.
She walked over and sat beside human Edward who was now back sitting in the seat he was sitting in earlier. They began whispering among themselves. My Edward walked over to the table, picking up a chair on the way. He placed the chair down beside the table and the papers on it. As he went to sit down I stood up from my step and walked in his direction. I looked over his shoulder as he began to write.
His perfect calligraphy put my scrawl to shame once again as he addressed the letter to Carlisle and the Doctor while also telling them not to open it until the second time they meet. As he wrote the last word 'please' he groaned frustrated.
"Edward, what's wrong?" I asked concerned.
"The stupid fountain pen has run out of ink," he complained as he scribbled quickly on one of the sheets of paper trying to get it to work again.
I looked over to Elizabeth and began to speak "Did you find anything else he could write with in any of the boxes?"
"No, sorry," she replied with genuine regret.
My Edward groaned again. "We need something that will last, the ink would have been perfect if it didn't decide to run out," he said frustrated all the while trying to think of something to use.
Suddenly a growl built up in Edwards chest and his fist came slamming down on the table. He turned and stared at his mother. "Don't even think about it!" he yelled angrily. "Do you not recall what I told you earlier!"
She was taken aback by his behaviour as was I. What could she have been thinking to get him to react that way. Elizabeth looked shocked with a mixture of complete confusion on her face.
"But… how?… How whould you know what I was thinking?" she stammered incredulous.
Before he could reply his human self answered for him. "He can read minds," he said grimly with his head returning to his hands. Elizabeth grew silent for a few seconds as she absorbed what her son just told her.
"Oh… You never cease to amaze me," she said calmly. With that she walked over to the boxes again and reopened one of the boxes she searched through moments ago. She pulled out a stained wine glass.
"Don't you dare!" my Edward snarled.
"I said I would help and this is helping!" she retorted as she dropped the glass on the floor, picking up the biggest shard.
I looked to her confused not being able to comprehend her actions. She stepped towards us walking in our direction. She stopped no more then a foot away from us. Edward sighed and much to my confusion held is breath.
She took the broken glass in her right hand and pressed it the palm of her left hand. She took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Oh my God, stop it!" I yelled as I realised what she was about to do. She was about to cut herself but I couldn't understand what would possess her to do such a thing.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled but she ignored me.
Her right hand was shaking. She pulled it hard, breaking the skin. A pool of clean blood filling the palm of her hand. I quickly held my breath before I got a chance to experience her scent. She opened her eyes and finally spoke dropping the glass in the process.
"You said you needed something that would last and here it is. My blood will last," she said straight and seriously.
She stepped towards Edward, her hand outstretched. Edward stretched his hand to hers with the fountain pen in is hand. I assumed that despite his better judgment he dipped the pen into the blood as we both realised this was the only option.
He began to write the letter quickly, bringing the pen back and forth between the page and Elisabeth's self sacrificed pool of blood. I glanced over his shoulder as we both kept our breath held the entire time. He wrote about what happened and that he was sorry. He also said to tell Renesmee that we love her and when we were. I was glad he left that note for Renesmee, I didn't what anything more in the letter then that.
When he finished he dropped the pen on the table and stood up quickly, unbuttoning and pulling off his shirt. He stepped to his mother and ripped the shirt, wrapping some of it tightly around her bleeding hand and tied it.
A now shirtless Edward exhaled so he could speak. "Thank you," he mumbled gratefully. "Sorry I reacted that way but as you can understand we are a bit sensitive to blood. I just didn't want you to get hurt."
"It's okay, I understand. I was just trying to help you get home. Sorry if I crossed a line," she apologised.
"No really, it's alright. I never would have thought of it myself. I just need one more thing though. I don't have any saliva so I need you to lick the envelope," he asked.
"Oh, okay…" she agreed as he folded the letter and placed it into the envelope while handing it to his mother. She did as he asked and handed it back to him.
"Thank you," he repeated. This time though he didn't mumble.
"Anytime," she smiled warmly. With that she put her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. He froze and held his breath. He didn't hug her back. I looked over to human Edward and it looked like he was about to explode with rage though he didn't move from his seat, he was practically holding himself down. I exhaled, letting myself breath again.
My Edward sighed and returned the hug back, wrapping his arms around her. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Suddenly he pulled back from the embrace, braking it.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to ummm… sniff you. I know that was inappropriate of me. It's just I wanted to have your scent to keep with me so I'll be able to remember it… you forever," he apologised.
"What do you mean 'remember me forever'? Surely we see each other often in the future, won't we? I'll have to be there for my beautiful granddaughter. Vampire or not," she asked confused.
Edward broke their eye contact. He looked away hesitating. What was he going to say to her? I wanted to say something but this was a moment between mother and son and I didn't want to intervene.
Suddenly as Edward was about to say something the room was engulfed by a strange unnatural wind. The unused sheets of paper blew off the table landing on the floor. A descending like noise that was familiar to me, though I didn't know from where was now echoing through the basement.
My Edward quickly ran over to me, grabbing my hand. "You know what that is?" he said with a light, happy tone.
The humans noticed the noise to. Edward's human self was now standing beside his mother. We were all facing the back wall as something began to materialise.
I was uneasy as I thought it was another one of those monsters appearing in front of me. But relief spread through my body as its image became clearer. Once I could make out the words 'Police box' I felt ecstatic.
The noise which I now knew was the sound of the Tardis stopped and all of a sudden its doors flew open.
When I realised who it was standing there I felt like screaming tears of joy.