A/N: So I know that some of you are a little confused with the back and forth in my last chapter, which just so happened to be Bella's POV. I wanted to let you know that the choppiness of the chapter was made to be that way. I wanted Bella to recall some memories without revealing too much, but because she is frightened and still scared of her new surroundings and her new foreign feelings for Edward didn't really make matters better. I know at one point Bella silently begged Edward to not ask her to talk anymore, but Bella is slowly realizing that with her words, Edward can understand her better. Bella is very torn on the whole Talking verses non-talking thing, and the same with her thoughts and feelings about Edward.
I hope that clears things up for you a little better. If not or if you have any more questions, please feel free to Private message me any time and I will try and explain myself better then.
Now...back to Edward's Point of view and I warn you...He's pissed!
Chapter 29 –Rage
After I had laid Bella on the bed and tucked her in tightly, I did the only thing I could think of—I ran. I ran as far as I could go without having the dull ache inside me flare to impossible pain. My brother's and father trailed behind me cautiously, saying nothing directly to me, but as always their thoughts ever left my mind. I was however surprised to hear in Emmett's thoughts of all the ways he wanted to break the faceless man in his thoughts, he thought of my angel as a baby sister and her own father had been the one to torture her so irrevocably. I wanted it to be me. I wanted to be the one to tear him apart piece by tiny piece. I wanted to be the one to ignore his screaming pleas of mercy. I wanted to be the one to watch him grow so thirsty he became waked to the point of what ever death our kind could face without feeding. I wanted to be the one to tell my angel that her captor and abuser was ridden of this world for good—that his ashes have been scattered to the winds and his soul...his soul shot straight to hell.
I couldn't take the mental images any longer. "Stop!" I growled sharply at Emmett. His hands instantly raised to either defend himself or show he meant no harm...I was so lost at the moment, I couldn't really tell. "I will be the one to rid that monstrous filth from the face of this earth...not you...not any of you!" I hissed at them all.
"Edward, I know you are upset. I know the truth of Bella's words have been a light shed onto all of us that has thrown us all into chaos, but I think for the moment you need to calm down." My father was always the one to keep his head on straight when the world went into chaos—especially mine—and in this moment I resented him for it.
"Calm...I am calm father!" I snarled at him in my fury, knowing he didn't deserve the brunt of my anger. "This is calm! I haven't even begun to feel the kind of fury growing inside me; it scares even me to know the possible lengths I would go to protect her...from that...that...I don't even have a word of him!" I was shouting and pacing at the same time, my brother's watching from the sidelines as my father stood only a few feet from me. "Oh, the things I want to do to him...it would give me so much satisfaction to watch Jane torture him for a good decade or two. Aro would be so delighted his heart may even begin to beat." I chortled to myself as my stomach filled with butterflies and my skin tingled with anticipation. "The monster in me is giggling with glee, knowing the amount of pain and agony we could inflict on him."
"Edward," Carlisle hissed; I knew I had crossed the line saying my last spoken words out loud—even my brother's looked shocked at my words. It was not often I talked about my monster, and when I did it was always when I felt the need to tear something or someone apart for good reason. "Enough, I know you are...beyond...furious right now, as are the rest of us. But plotting out his death is not going to help the girl get any better. Right now she needs someone to show her that we are not here to hurt her or starve her to death."
"You think I don't know that?" I snapped back at him. "You think I don't know what it feels like? I know your memories of Esme's past..." Carlisle's top lip rose bearing his teeth at me..."At what she has told me herself or Rosalie..." Emmett snarled rising to his feet, but Jasper laid a quick hand on his arm..."But this...this is a thousand times worse than both of their pasts combined. This was her father...her father Carlisle! I couldn't even imagine what she went through...and to think that we...we held her down and let you touch her after we told her everything was going to be alright..."
"You...think..." Carlisle was so shocked by my words he could barley sting two words together. His anger and disgust made even my stomach roll with nausea.
"Of course not!" I growled back at him with fevor. "How dare you even think I would think that...of you!" I snarled barley containing my new level of fury; my body was starting to itch with the need to break something—and soon. "I mean I told her you were my father...and when she looked at me when we held her down...I knew I saw something in her eyes...If I had only known then...I never would have let you touch her...not ever!"
"I understand..."
His words were my breaking point. Without rational thought I threw myself at my father howling with rage, snarling at him with fury as he dodged me neatly, but I was too quick and I came back around to get him from behind. From my side view glance I saw both my brother's leap for me, their arms reaching for me and I spun out of there way, just missing Jasper's grasp by a hairs breath. I snarled at them both as I lunged for my father again, his hands coming to brace himself for my attack, and just as I was about to collide with my father Emmett caught me from behind, entrapping me in his unbreakable hold. Struggling against his hold with all of my strength did nothing—I knew it wouldn't—and I didn't care.
Lethargy hit me like a battering ram and I sagged in my brother's arms, the fight drained out of me in an instant. But I was still furious...oh so furious!
"Edward," Emmett whispered in my ear soothingly. "Calm down man, I know it sucks...but you just attacked dad." His words were pained, for in his thoughts I could read his misery at my suffering and pain. "I am going to let you go now, little bro, please don't make me regret this." As promised Emmett let me go.
Sinking to my knees, I stayed there not wanting to move, not wanting to feel, not wanting to do anything but let this fury filled misery take me away and drown me until there was nothing left to take. In a flash my father was crouched in front of me, not touching me but his thoughts betrayed his torn misery to comfort me or leave me be. Deciding for him, I reached out to him and without another second, I was cradled in my father's arms, sobbing like a baby.
My brother's had not yet witnessed me having a total meltdown of this sort—anger was one thing, but this was solely another. I craved my father's comforting embrace not too often, but when I did, it was usually when we were alone. I clung to him, desperately trying to soothe the ache inside me; to rid the pain of everything that had been done to my angel...and this was only a little tiny tip of the iceberg. How would I cope with the rest of what damage had been done to my angel—to my Bella? For that I had no answer, and I highly doubted that anyone else had the answer to that question, as well.
"My son," Carlisle sighed sadly. "Why do you feel the need to take everything on yourself? Pain, misery, torture...I can not bare to see you like this. But you are not alone; I would never let you suffer through this alone. It pains me to see you so tortured. We will find this monster and see that he gets the proper justice he deserves. I will not allow him to roam free and do to others as he has done your mate; it kills me to know that you have found the one who makes you whole, yet you are both suffering so greatly. For this time should be a wonderful and amazing joyful time, and I for one am truly ecstatic that you have found your one true love...no matter whom or what she is."
I knew that my father meant every word and it killed me and filled me with such great happiness at the same time.
A distant buzzing noise filled my ears and a peel of ringing bells I knew all to well was talking on the other end. "Alice says we have a half hour to hunt and make it back in time before the girl wakes again...so lets go catch me a grizzly!" Emmett bellowed while clapping his hands together loudly, the birds that remained from my short temper tantrum squawked and scattered into the wind startled by his loud presence.
"I think a short hunting trip will do us all some good," Jasper murmured stalking off at full speed into the forest. I sighed inwardly at his hasty retreat; I would have to speak with him later, alone.
In record time we made it back to the house sated and some what back to normal. Emmett scooped up his bride upon our arrival home, causing her to squeal and disappear from sight. Apparently Emmett was exactly done hunting his prey. Jasper darted to his and Alice's room craving her bubbly happiness and never ending love. While Carlisle and I met up with Esme in her office; Esme was across the room in a flash throwing her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "Everything is fine mom," I told her burying my face in her hair, inhaling her sweet motherly scent.
"Everything is not fine...but it will be," She whispered to me pulling back from our hug and kissing my cheek. "Go to her, she will be waiting for you." She demanded with a knowing smile.
I kissed her cheek and said, "Yes, mom," Before darting up the stairs to the one place I wanted and needed to be in this very moment.
The girl was slowly waking from her deep slumber, her little body stretching out this way and that to shake off her full nights sleep, her little tongue curled like a cats in her mouth when she yawned—so far that was one of my favourite things about her—and her chocolate brown eyes popped open seeking me out as they did every time she woke.
"Good morning, Bella," I whispered, walking to her side, sitting in the same place as I had the night before when she had asked me to stay with her. "Did you sleep well, love? Are you thirsty?" Nodding her head ever so slightly, I smiled at her honesty; but was a little sad on inside for I had though for sure she would have used her words after all that had happened last night. "I will be right back," I told her, a thought popping into my mind at the last second. "I won't make you eat in that room anymore; it has kind of a lack of appetite appeal to it...don't you think?" To think that I may be awarded with a small nod or a small smile was one thing but to be treated to the sound emanating from her was wholly another thing.
Catching us both off guard, a tiny giggle burst though my angel's lip; the action caught her off guard and she looked down at herself perplexed; I was more than certain that she didn't know that she was possible of making such a sound. The thought shot a thrill through me like no other! I got her to giggle! I got a positive response from her! I felt my chest fill up with so much happiness I thought I might actually explode from the force of it all.
Maybe last night was a healing point for her—A point of no return, a point of maybe turning her life around in the way of happiness, joy and love; instead of all of the torture, anger and abuse she has had to suffer for all too long.
Her shocked eyes met mine.
"It's called giggling," I told her with a wide smile still plastered to my face. "It's a happy sound," I told her. Cocking her head to the side, I could see her internally mulling over my words trying to piece them together so they made sense. I had a feeling that this was the first time she had, had such a positive response to anything in a very long time—or at all. "I will be right back," I said again darting out of the room towards Carlisle's study where we kept human blood on hand for 'emergency cases.'
As I had numerous times before, I heated up a bag of blood, keeping the bag warm to refill her glass at a moments notice. On my way back to Bella's room, i spotted my Alice and my mother talking in hushed voices, giggling together. I tuned it out, not wanting to be a part of it, using my inhuman speed as a perk for a faster get away. Closing the girl's door tightly behind me, I walked forward giving her the cup full of blood, and she looked glad to take it from me, drinking all too greedily—not a drop slipped past her lips.
More of her natural colour filled her cheeks, the light in her eyes became brighter, the shadows underneath her eyes began to lighten, and the cuts on around her wrists were even healing better than they were the day before. Yes, yes this was what she needed; someone to care for her, to comfort her, to love and cherish her; but most of all she needed someone to protect her. And without a doubt I would be her protector; as my family would become her protectors as well. None of us had a clue that half vampire half human species existed, until now; and in the near future I hoped that her existence would remain a secret. God only knows what Aro would do if he found out about my angel or what he would do to her in order to get answers. I would speak about this more with my family when my angel is sleeping; I pushed away any and all negative thoughts, returning my smile towards the girl.
"More?" I guessed, her answering nod was all too quick, but it brought a smile to my face. Darting from my room I emptied the rest of the bag into the cup and brought it back to her; just so she could consume it with the same speed as her first glass. Once she was done, she thrust the now empty glass at me, looking at me with pleading eyes, "You're still thirsty? This is a good sign, love," I chuckled, taking the glass from her hands, gently brushing her hair away from her face; this simple action caused the same spark to shock me, the electricity shooting up my arm, warming every part of me for a mere moment of time.
I decided to take my time this time round, I heated the blood as I usually did, but instead of leaving the rest down here, I scooped up the bowl of hot water with the remaining blood in bag, glass full in hand and made my way back to her room. I found my angel sitting up against the head board, not where I had left her; I made sure to lower her to a lying position every time I left the room, so she didn't hurt herself. More progress! "You sat up on your own?" I questioned her gleefully; her answering smile caused me to nearly trip over my own feet. Thank god no one else was here to see that. "I have another bag ready for you; you don't have to drink it all if you don't want to love," I told her handing her the glass.
She drank more slowly this time, most of her hunger sated, this was just the topper she needed I guessed; the fact that she was drinking more than she had only a few days ago was a testament on how well she was coming along. Once she was finished and she had turned down another round of blood, together we shifted down to a laying position, and to my utter joy she reached for my hand this time...holding it in her own hand tightly; looking down at our joined hands and then back at her, her eyes sparkled with what looked like hope.
Was she healing? I mean I knew that physically she was healing; mentally and emotionally and even physiologically, she still had a long way to go before she was healed.
I hummed to her softly, enjoying the comfortable silence between us; every once in a while I would glance down at her to find her eyes looking up at me in that mesmerizing way, when I hummed to her. Softly I would brush away strands of her hair from her face, and stroke her arms for comfort.
The night sky was closing in all around us, and my love's eyes began to droop, struggling to stay open. "Sleep, love, I'll be here all night." I vowed to her as she mewled softly before succumbing to sleep.
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