Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they are owned by the lovely Stephenie Meyer
Author's note: Sorry you've been waiting so long for this chapter. Also I apologize for my chapter numbers this is chapter 7, but it seems I've put chapter 4 twice. Sorry for the confusion. This chapter is slightly darkish. But enjoy :)
Werewolves' Revenge
Chapter 7- Edward's Revenge
B POV
I lay in darkness, on fire. Where was my angel? Why wasn't he here besides me? The pain, it hurt so much. What had happened? Images flickered before my eyes. Jacob. A wolf. Claws. Pain. Cold. And then the unbearable heat that consumed me still. I cried out for Edward. But still he was not there. I was alone.
E POV
The steady pounding of rain was the only sound. I was torn. I should be with Bella. She was in pain, changing. Becoming one of us. And it was him. I was sure of it. His fault. And he said he was her friend. No wolf was honest. I knew that now. But the realisation came too late. The only satisfaction I would have now would be to slit that miserable mutt's throat. I was prepared for battle now. But still there was sadness. If only I could have seen Bella once more. Held her close & breathed in her scent. It would give me new strength to know what I was about to fight for, was worth it. All I had was memories. But memories just weren't good enough.
Der Dum, Der Dum
My fingers tapped a rhythm on the floor.
Der Dum, Der Dum
It echoed louder in my head.
Der Dum, Der Dum
A call to battle.
Der Dum.
I stopped. So did the rain. The time had come. Now we would escape. Now the wolf would pay.
Alice and Jasper shared a quick embrace. I looked away because I was jealous. I had no lover's arms to embrace, perhaps for the last time. I let go a loud roar and it began. There was utter confusion, Wolves running in every direction scattered by vampires. We were safe to leave. But I had unfinished business. He was easy to spot. He stood out of the way towards the forest unable to decide what to do. The time was now. Nothing could distract me. He would pay for what he had done to my family. But mostly this was for Bella. It surprised me that he stood still and did not attempt to defend himself. Perhaps he knew himself that he deserved this. But I felt no sadness or pity for him. He had erased these feelings like he erased Bella's soul. All I had for him was anger. I leapt and in one smooth motion ended his life. And the last few seconds I swore I heard him think
"Sorry."
He could do no more damage to us. Now came my family's escape.