Chapter 2
As I continued to marvel at all that had just happened, I stopped to ponder how lucky I was.
As I sat in Bella's arms looking over each of the Cullens' excruciatingly beautiful faces, I wondered what would happen to me. My life was sure to end soon, and I wondered if, at some point after I had died and passed on, if this memory would begin to fade. I hoped it wouldn't.
I was brought out of my contemplation by a break in the conversation. Apparently I had been paying more attention to what the vampires around me had been saying than I had thought. It seemed that they had reached some kind of conclusion.
As soon as I noticed this, I was whisked away. I could see the trees moving with the same blinding speed as they had not 10 minutes before. I could only guess blindly where they were taking me. Perhaps they had decided to take me somewhere to die. No, that didn't sound like something Carlisle was likely to do. If anything, he would leave me at the sight of the crash. Or maybe….no, I couldn't allow myself to think that. I couldn't agree to let the hope I knew would follow come flooding in.
Maybe they had decided to save me the way only they could.
It had slipped through the cracks, and now overwhelmed all other thoughts.
I could envision myself running through the woods at this speed, and being able to see clearly, I could see myself…NO! Stop. Had I forgotten about Edward and his knack for reading thoughts. I didn't want him to hear this. So, I reviewed the faces of the Cullens again. Studying every detail until my head hurt.
Then, as I had before, I felt Bella slowing her pace. This pulled my attention back to reality. We came into a clearing. Or so I thought. It was actually a large expanse of lawn. Obviously the backyard of a house. I had to see the house to make sure that…it was. The Cullen house. I knew the second I saw the large glass wall, and the white facade. At this point, I was so excited that I was here, where I had always dreamed of coming, that I had all but forgotten my wounds. I started to feel lightheaded, and my vision began to form a tunnel.
The next thing I knew, I was on a cold, metal table in a brightly lit room. At first I thought I was in a hospital. There were medical tools and several large machines which I didn't recognize.
Then, a door opened. I hadn't noticed it before, because it was on the opposite wall and fairly far from where I was lying. Carlisle walked in, dressed in the same dark blue button-up, and khakis he had been wearing at the site of the crash. He walked up to me and said, "I'm very sorry you have to endure what you will soon be experiencing."
With that, I felt his cool lips at my neck and a slight pinch and his razor sharp teeth cut through my skin