There was a gasp of pain that was heard inside of the room, but it wasn't from me, which surprised me the most. It was Victoria, who had decided to take the knife instead of having me dead.

"Vicky," James gasped as he stepped away in shock at stabbing his wife, even though it was intended for me. "Why?" There was the banging at the front door, as they tried to open it, but we didn't pay attention to it, as Victoria was dying in my arms.

"I've watched you for nine years abuse my niece, James, and I couldn't let this one be the end of her existence," Victoria explained, not being able to breathe well as the blood gushed out of her wound, around the knife that intruded her body. "I was not about to let her die in your sadistic way."

"I thought you never cared—"

"Well, you thought wrong," Victoria growled. "I have always cared for Bella, even if I didn't care very much for her parents. You just didn't look past it at all to ever see what was right in front of you; the love that I felt for her. Sure, I let you kill her parents, but that's because I was envious, since they were able to produce a child as perfect as Bella, and I was never able to have one. I could tell that you felt the same, but you took it out on Bella instead of me, like you should have done."

"But, Victoria, the difference is that I love you," James stated. "And that is why I have to kill her, and this just proves it, since she took you away from me."

"She didn't take me away from you, James," Victoria spat, blood mixed in with the saliva. "You took yourself away from me." Soon, they heard the door fling open as they were finally able to open it, and there were running steps.

"Up here," I yelled, knowing who it was.

"Bella," Edward yelled as he came running into my room with Jacob right behind him.

"You are under arrest," Jacob growled, cuffing James immediately and pushing him out of the room as they walked away. The others came barging in the room, wide-eyed as they took in our sight.

"Aunt Vicky," I whispered. "You hold on; you've got to hold on."

"Bella, you and I both know that I'm not going to make it," Victoria sighed. "I'm just glad I was able to say those things before I blacked out, or else James would have killed you. I don't have long before I do black out, so will you take out the knife."

"Why?"

"So I don't have to go through this pain anymore, Bella. Please."

"Sure Aunt Vicky."

"And Bella," she stated just as I was about to grab the knife. "You knew that I had always loved you, right?"

"Yes, Aunt Victoria, I had always known that. I love you too," I stated before I pulled the knife out, and as if that was enough, Victoria closed her eyes as the blood flow increased, she soon, she stopped breathing.

"Bella," Edward whispered.

"I'm alright, Edward," I cried softly. "I'm alright."

"Emmett, help me lift her off of Bella," Jasper whispered. "She's dead now." Emmett nodded solemnly as they picked Victoria up enough for me to scoot out from under her, and then they laid her carefully back down. Edward immediately pulled me into his arms, ignoring the blood that was on my shirt.

"Ow," I whispered, knowing that James had probably hurt the already injured ribs.

"Let's go to Carlisle," Edward suggested. "Girls, will you get Bella some of her clothes?" Rosalie and Alice nodded, going over to where her closet was. Edward picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck, and then he carried me downstairs, with the boys right behind us.

"Jacob, will you need anything else," I questioned, not wanting to leave before everything was done and finished.

"Nope, but if I do, I know where to find you," he answered. "Just stop by sometime, huh?"

"Alright, Jacob," I smiled at him. "And don't forget to tell Bills of what happened."

"I sure won't forget Bells," Jacob answered. "Now you take care." I nodded as I was being lowered into the back of the Volvo.

"Jasper, will you drive," Edward questioned, and Jasper nodded, catching the keys as soon as they were thrown to him.

"You okay, Bella," Jasper questioned as soon as we were on the road.

"I'll live," I answered back.

"Yes, you will, Bella," Edward smiled. "You will."