Chapter 6 :) and thank you again to EternalIce, ashleyr2468 and Layla Cullen is little Roaslie for the reviews :) xx

Edward's POV

I sighed as I read the clip board in front of me. Another drunk and disorderly. I had seen six already this morning. Why were people drinking on a Tuesday? The majority of the human race saved their binge-drinking till the weekend. I would never understand the desire to lose all inhibitions and end up doing thing that will ultimately regret.

Although, I could see the desire to forget all life's hardships and be carefree for a few hours.

I sighed again and abruptly changed the directions of my thoughts. This was one of those times that I wished I had enrolled into high school with my siblings- another dangerous direction my thoughts were taking.

I could hear the thoughts of a cleaner down the hall. Does this need more disinfectant? I'm sure I've done this floor already? Oh well, I'd better do it again. I'd rather do it again than miss out his floor. He had already done this floor. Twice. The smell of disinfectant stungmy nose. It drowned out the smell of the blood, but it didn't really matter. I have never been attracted to human blood after-

Bella.

No matter how hard I tried to avoid thinking about her, every thought I had, every single one, would ultimately lead me to her.

It still hurt to think about her. After nearly 7 years, just remembering the simplest thing would make my chest ache. My heart - though it had been dormant for over 100 years - was lost. I had left it on the other side of the continent with her. No matter how much time passed, I would always remember the way the blush crept across her face when she was embarrassed...the way her hair would have a red tint in the sun...her bottomless chocolate brown eyes that I had got lost in countless times...her scent...her smile...the flash of intuition when she worked something out...her heartbeat...her voice...her lips...everything about her was perfect. She was perfect. She is perfect.

The only thing that made this pain bearable was the fact that she is alive. She is having a human life. A safe, vampire-free, human life. She would be 25 in two days. She probably has a boyfriend. Whoever he was, he wasn't good enough for her. I envied the unknown man hugely, but I could not find it in me to hunt him down, make him pay for touching my Bella. She deserved someone normal, and I had long come to understand that at 25, she would probably had boyfriends. Boyfriends that would do more than hold-hands. I understood it, but did not like it.

It hurt. A lot. But I would never be enough for her. It wasn't just the fact that I could never be physically intimate with her, but other things as well. I could never go with her to visit her mother in Florida. Never take her to hot countries - where there were other people, that is. I could never give her children. And after a while, we would have had to leave Forks, leave her family, her friends. I would never age, and it would undoubtedly raise some odd questions, especially once she started to get older. It would never matter to me what she would look like. She could be bald, have facial hair, wrinkles and bad breath. She would still be the most beautiful thing in my world. Of course, she would probably have gotten tired of dating a 17 year old, who could not do what most 17 year old boys did, and would have almost certainly left me before she was 30.

That was the reason I left. That, and the fact that I was putting her life in danger every second she was near me.

It was nearly 7 years, and I could still remember every single second we spent together. Of course, with my perfect memory, I would never forget, but it feels like it was only yesterday we were laying in our meadow, watching the clouds, just enjoying being in each other's presence.

She said she loved me once. I was certain that those feelings had vanished many years ago, but I would always love her. I would always love her, but she will never know. She will spend her remaining years happy, care free, safe. I had done the right thing in leaving her. I knew that, but it didn't make spending eternity away from her any easier.

I sighed.

My internal musings were over in half a second. I looked back at my clip board, and went to make the necessary arrangements for a stomach pump to be transported up here.

All units, report to WTC. Expected code red. Floors 90 upwards hit. Fire crew are in their way. Unknown number of casualties. All available units needed immediately.

Code red? Terrorist attack? Shit. My head was suddenly filled with doctors and paramedics panicked thoughts.

Edward. I focused on my father's thoughts. I need you to go with the ambulance crew. They are expecting over 300 casualties already. I need to help set up here. I started scanning the mass of people that had started heading for the exits.

By the stairs.

I looked to where he told - thought to -me, and found Carlisle, looking at me pointedly.

Can you go? There will be a lot of blood, and people's thoughts will be chaotic, but I need you to do this for me.

I knew there would be a lot of blood, and people's thought were always chaotic, so he didn't really have to give me a reason. Of course I would go. Whenever I needed him to do something for me - say, hide a body, or move suddenly - he would never complain or say no. He had done so much for me over the decades, and I will always be willing to do what he asked of me.

I nodded and followed the mass of bodies.

I was in ambulance 6 when I saw a shadow cross over head. We were only a few blocks away from the north tower; we would have been there by now if people weren't crowding the streets. I looked up and saw a plane, flying way too low, but high enough so I couldn't hear the thoughts of the passengers, crew etc.

Even though I couldn't hear the thoughts, I could guess where it was headed; The South Tower. Sure enough, when we pulled up to the North Tower, the South Tower had already been hit. The mass hysteria was rising, and the casualties had to be taken straight to hospital. Judging by the scale of the crash, one hospital wouldn't be enough. It looked as if every hospital in the state of New York would receive victims.

My team and I were sent to the North Tower, and sure enough, victims were emerging from the smoke filled lobby in their hundreds. We rushed forward, ready to help the injured when someone's thoughts stopped me in my tracks.

Oh my, I need to tell Bella...I hope to God I'm wrong about Dimitri. It will crush her.

No. It's not your Bella, I kept telling myself. Bella is not an uncommon name, and what would she be doing here anyway? She would be in Florida, or Arizona, or somewhere hot (let's pretend, for arguments sake that New York is never sunny :P ). But I had to look...

I turned in the direction of the woman's thoughts, and what I saw took my breath away...

Bella.

You know what to do...