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Bella POV

Jasper's hard body rushed me and threw me to the floor, pinning me down tightly. His teeth gleamed in the light, his eyes dark and unfocused. His nose lowered to my jugular vein, inhaling deeply at the blood pumping ferociously through. One free hand palmed at my breast, searching for the small nipple, the other hand pulled at my hair, wrenching my head back and exposing my neck even more.

Oh, god, I'm going to die!

I felt a sharp piercing sensation just above my breast, close to my heart, as Jasper's nail sliced into my skin, deeply, drawing blood. I screamed as the warm red liquid ran down the middle of my chest, flowing through my cleavage. I could see the venom pooling in his mouth, he smiled slightly and bowed his head to lap at the fluid between my mounds with his tongue.

I felt his weight lift off of me, but just slightly as Alice's small frame came into my sights.

"Shit! Bella, can't you keep your mind out of the gutter for…" I watched in horror as her eyes slid out of focus, smelling the blood, her lips pulled back over teeth.

I'm sorry Carlisle was all I could think. I closed my eyes and braced myself. It was Emmett who saved me; his burly body crashed into the two vampires like a wrecking ball, throwing them backwards through the full glass wall. Millions of tiny pieces of glass shattered everywhere. He double backed as quickly as a blink and scooped me up, running with full force out of the house. Somehow he had managed to grab a towel and tried to staunch the flow with one arm while carrying me with the other. He wove in and out of trees, amazing me with the fact that his huge frame didn't hit any of the vegetation.

I couldn't help the tears that were falling from my eyes and the apologies that kept flowing from my lips. "I'm sorry, so sorry." I repeated over and over.

It took me a minute to realize that the reason he didn't answer was the fact that he wasn't breathing. He tried to reassure me with a brotherly smile and hugged me closer, but the tears kept coming. We made it to the hospital before I could get my bearings. The walk through the parking lot was the worst part, because Emmett had to go at human speed, still carrying me, into the emergency room. They admitted me immediately. Emmett tried to leave the room, but I clung to him like a life raft. I needed his strong arms to give me support.

It wasn't Carlisle that came to stitch me up and I was glad for that. I didn't want to see what a mess I had caused. It was entirely my fault. I shouldn't have been so thoughtless. I felt like a disease, a sickness that was ruining his family; first Esme, then Edward, now Alice and Jasper.

Emmett held my hand as the doctor numbed my skin, the needle burning as the fluid was injected, and began to suture my skin. I know she didn't believe my flimsy story of cutting my chest with a knife while making dinner; she eyed burly Emmett suspiciously the entire time. He could see her open dislike and tired to look as imposing as possible, shooting me playful winks when she had her back turned to him. Emmett didn't breathe again until my wound was taped with gauze and the used bloody instruments were gone.

"I'm so sorry," I looked down at my hands, ashamed of my behavior.

"Bella, don't be too hard on yourself," he hugged me carefully. "Jasper has not been doing our veggie way of life for long. You have to understand that he came from a family that took what they wanted when they wanted, as much they wanted. He could fuck three or four humans a night before he drained them. This could have maybe been avoided if Carlisle would just claim you." He muttered as an afterthought.

"I don't understand what that means exactly."

"It's all 'feely,'" he put quotations around the word and blanched when he said it.

"Please, maybe this could help me."

"When a vampire finds their soul mate the first mating basically seals the deal. It connects your soul in a bond that is stronger than, well… stronger than a vampire. I can't even think about being without Rose for more than a few hours, the thought is…" it was hard for him to talk about, but I was grateful for the attempt. I nodded urging him on.

"Other vampires can also feel this bond, even smell it, and unless they have a death wish, they wouldn't even attempt to take away a soul mate. If the two of you had finally slipped one in, then Jasper may have not even done what he did, it may have helped his self control," Emmett smiled sheepishly.

"What is Carlisle going to think of this?" I dreaded the thought of him and Jasper fighting, especially for something that was my fault.

"He already knows. Rose was on the phone calling him before we were out of the house; she is waiting outside with your car. I don't think he'll do much, he loves us all, and he is more compassionate and understanding than any other vampire I have ever me. Enough of the girly talk, do you want to tell me what exactly you were thinking of to get him that way? I could use a laugh," his big smile had me grinning before I could stop myself.

"I don't think that would be appropriate," a voice said softly from the other side of the small room. It was Carlisle, his face was somber. I felt my heart sink at the look on his face. "Jasper is thoroughly ashamed of his actions; I spoke to him on the phone just now, he is with Alice, they are staying away for a few days. But, Emmett, as you are well aware, when our instincts take over it is hard to hold us accountable for our actions; you know our rational side disappears. Thank you, Emmett. I am thankful you were there. I will take it from here." The burly man shot me a smile before leaving. I needed to make this up to him somehow; I would probably be dead if it wasn't for his actions.

Carlisle walked to the edge of the bed, slowly, and took my hand in his. The coolness of his icy hand on mine was comforting, but I could not bring myself to look at him. I tried to be strong, I tried not to cry, but I could feel the tears brimming over the edge of my eyes, staining my cheeks. I had caused so many problems. My dream with Esme was starting to make more sense in my head. I had broken up their family. Loving someone should not be this hard and create such discord with their family. His family meant the world to him and I did not want him to have to choose between myself and his loved ones.

"Isabella, darling, are you alright?"

I couldn't answer him. How could I answer that? I had nearly been killed by two rabid vampires, I had been kidnapped by Edward, I had found the love of my life, and I had driven wedges in his family. Yeah, I was great.

"I'm so sorry Carlisle. Please forgive me." I still could not look at him.

"There is nothing to forgive, my love. You have done no wrong and Jasper was acting on instinct. This will soon be forgotten and will just be another memory that one day we can joke about." His smile did not quite touch his eyes, but I could see the worried emotion in them. He was too good for me.

"Carlisle, things have just happened so fast, I have hardly had time to wrap my head around them. I need to go home," I could feel his heart sink at my words.

"You are not doubting my love for you?" he leaned forward, kissing my cheek lightly. "You are the light in my dark world; I would be lost without you. Can I still see you tomorrow for our date?"

"Of course," I nodded trying to put a genuine smile on my face.

"I have to hunt tonight so I will not come over, will you be alright alone?" He wrapped his arms around me. I inhaled deeply; I didn't want to forget that smell. My mind was made up. He lowered his lips to mine and I let his love encompass me.

Rose dropped me off and I got inside the house just as Charlie was getting ready for work.

"What in the hell happened to you?" his took in my bloody shirt and the bandage on my chest.

"Don't worry, I was cooking for the Cullen's when my knife slipped, the chicken was ruined!" I laughed it off, praying that he wouldn't get all worked up over it. "Do you want dinner?"

"No, thanks. I'm leaving early to eat at the diner." He slung his jacket over his shoulder and headed for the door. I took a deep breath and steadied myself.

"Dad," I needed to control myself. "Dad I need to talk to you."

He could see the serious expression on my face; he folded his arms over his chest, preparing for what was coming. "Go ahead."

"I'm going home, to Arizona." He made to interrupt, but I held my hand up, begging for him to wait. "I'm not happy here. I need to leave tonight."

"Is this because I'm not here enough?" he looked a little shaken.

"No, no. You are great. I'm eighteen and can be on my own. I'll take it slowly to get down there. I'll register in school. I'll call Mom when I get there." I had enough money on me to make it there, thanks to the fact that Charlie bought me my truck. He didn't say anything, he just moved to me and hugged me, it hurt a bit on my wound, but I didn't want to let go. Charlie was a good man and a great father and I love him. I am more like him than I sometimes like to admit.

"You are a grown woman and can make your own decisions. Just please call me when you get there." I thought I saw his eyes glistening. Damn, I was hurting everyone!

"I love you, Dad."

"I love you, too, Bells." I watched as he turned and walked out of the house, not looking back. I broke down as soon as I heard his engine star and the cruiser pulling out, the sobs coming forcefully. I went to the bathroom, carefully washing my body and stripping out of the bloody clothes.

The feeling inside was tearing at me; I hoped that if Carlisle could feel me, he would attribute it to me just having an emotional breakdown because of the weekend. I slowly gathered my clothing, making sure that I only took what I had brought with me. I kicked myself for throwing the bag of old clothing away after I went shopping with Alice. The clothes she bought me were unused, with tags still on them. I laid the receipts on my bed, hoping she would find them and return the stuff. I didn't want to bring anything with me that would remind me of this place.

I knew this would hurt him, but I hoped that eventually he would see that my leaving was a necessity. I didn't want our relationship to end up like Charlie and my Mother's relationship; bitter and resentful. Renee had moved here with Charlie after they married, they were both so young and in love. But, little by little my Mom began missing the sun, her friends, and most importantly, her family. Her being here in Forks and her family being in Arizona built a wall between the two. Renee resented him and eventually had to escape. I didn't want that to happen to me and Carlisle. Maybe if I left sooner, rather than later, he could move on.

I knew that I would never really move on. When I was near him I felt like the world was mine. I felt like I could light the world on fire just from the burning I felt in my heart for him. When he told me he loved me, my world became about him, and he became the sun that lit my dingy universe, the light that gave me life. I didn't want to let go, but I knew this would be better for him. I didn't deserve him.

I cried even more as I loaded up the truck with a backpack of clothing, a blanket, and locked the house. I took one last look back at the town as I hit the small two lane highway. I was hoping to get a few hours head start on them. I was banking on Alice still being distracted from this afternoon; she may not have seen my decision. Her phone was a broken by Jasper when he attacked me, so she may not be able to get a hold of anyone if she did see anything. I hoped Jasper didn't have a phone on him. I wasn't sure if Carlisle took his phone with him hunting. I thought I was in the clear, since it was nearly one in the morning and no one had arrived to stop me.

I couldn't push my truck to go any faster than fifty miles per hour; the sluggish driving gave me time to slow my sobs and lock my heart away. It rattled in the tiny box I put around my heart. It was nearly dawn when I recognized a dirt road off to the right; it was hard to see in the grey light. The dirt road led down a few miles until it stopped at a small lake where Charlie use to make me go fishing with him, as a bonding activity. I pulled down it, driving at a snail's pace until I saw the gloomy light glinting off the water's surface.

I started shivering, not because it was cold, but because I was exhausted. I lay on the seat, the seatbelt buckles digging into my back, but I didn't care. I pulled the blanket over my body and adjusted the backpack like a pillow. Forgive me, was the last thought in my mind before I was pulled under black waves.

Hahahahahaha! Remember, it has to hurt if it is to heal! Don't worry…plenty of lemon bars in the next chapter! Please review….It makes Carlisle happy…. A happy Carlisle is a horny Carlisle…. XD