Edward's Point Of View
Freesia and rain welcomed me home. I followed that sweet, tempting smell, knowing the cause of it was the one I longed for, the one I craved. I had stopped for a simple meal along the way, fearing if I didn't I would surely give into my monstrous cravings and devour the last bit of a chance I had left with my love.
My body came to a reflexive halt, the invisible border of the treaty line stood at the tips of my toes. Bella was on La Push reservation, probably with her friends. I low rumble in the sky sounded as the rain truly began. A sign. I had waited months in my hotel room, waiting to be cured of the love that plagued me, the memories that ate away at me. The rain that pelted against my window last night woke me up from the nightmare I had created for myself, it had shown me where I truly belong. Today, it was showing me again where I was meant to be. My feet disobeyed the treaty line, stepping for the first time in many years onto the land I was denied. My body sprinted after her.
I found myself becoming more frantic as I climbed over countless large rocks, the waves crashing up against them. The strong sting of blood filled my nostrils, freesias tainting the bitter sweet drug. It didn't shock me that Bella was bleeding in the slightest, she was always clumsy. Falling on rocks and scraping herself up was something that happened at least once a weekend. My body came to an agonizing stop, my eyes falling upon two bodies on the shore line, the waves ignoring their presence as they crashed around them. One, was my Bella. Laying lifeless in the sand, the rain against her body diluting the blood around her, spreading it, tainting the brown sand.
My body was at hers quicker than the lightening that stroke across the sky. My experienced hands pushing Jacob's feeble one's away from her. His eyes were filled with fear and confusion, enraged of my presence on his land. I didn't care. I didn't care if the next wave crushed him between two rocks, he was nothing to me. Bella, was everything.
She was still breathing, her chest was moving the slightest bit, though eager to cease. Her heart fluttered continuously, though not as strongly as it should. It struggled to pump the small fraction of blood that remained in her body, most of it escaping through the wound that stretched itself from her forehead down behind her right ear. "Bella..."
I pulled her body further away from the crashing waves, collapsing beside her as I set her head on my lap. My arms tore my shirt from my body quicker than I ever could have imagined, my hands pressing it against her head in a helpless effort to save what little amount of blood she had left. Jacob was on the phone with 9-1-1, though they weren't going to respond quick enough. Not for me, not for her.
I was unsure as to whether or not she had any fractures. I had read in one of Carlisle's medical volumes that victims should not be moved, that it could cause permanent paralysis. I could either spend the rest of my life doing things for her, or the rest of my life without her.
My arms easily scooped up her tiny body, realizing just how much weight she had lost. She felt like a single feather, even with my strength. A sharp stab of guilt pierced my dead heart. I could have prevented this, I could have saved her...
I will save her.