A/N All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer
I know it's been a hot minute since I updated and I know this is a shorter chapter...I lost a dear friend of mine last week, so I'm trying to ease my way back into living...I promise the next chapter should be better...thanks for patiently waiting.
CPOV
If you looked up suffocate in the dictionary you would most likely see a picture of Emily Uley. I don't know if Sam told her what was going to happen on my birthday. But if he didn't she sure as hell had one educated clue.
She hovered outside my door, just standing there watching me as I pretended to do my homework. Sam would have to come and get her just so I could have five minutes alone. When Emily wasn't around, I tried to get my things in order; to make it look as if I did run away with Edward. But to be completely honest I had no idea what to take and what to leave. What things would matter once I was no longer human? I sat on the floor of my room looking around, trying to decide.
I figured the best person to ask was Edward. After Emily left Wednesday night I called Edward. "I'm walking up your steps right now," he said in lieu of a greeting.
I ran down the stairs and drug him into the house before Rachel had a chance to see him and ask questions. In my room, I locked the door and pushed him onto the bed.
"I need to figure out what to take and what to leave," I said as he sat there staring at me bewildered.
"I have all this stuff," I motioned to my room, "And it's all important now, but what will be important when I'm not me anymore?
Edward got up and walked around the room. He picked a photo up off the desk and held it out to me. "Take the things that you're going to want to remember; pictures, your favorite books and music. Your favorite hoodie," he said pointing to my hoodie tossed over the back of the chair. "If you think it has sentimental value and you can not live without it then take it with you. That stuff can not be replaced."
He helped me pack up my pictures and various little odds and ends and took the duffel bags to his car. I packed my favorite clothes and after Edward had taken all my things to his car I pushed him back down onto my bed and tried to have my way with him.
It didn't work. He was always so damn careful and reserved. "Edward come on," I pleaded.
He gazed down at me. "Carly, we still have to be careful. We have to follow the plan."
I rolled my eyes. "It's not going to kill you, or me, if you just kiss me."
He sighed, that delicious fragrance that always muddled my senses floated and swirled around my head. I breathed it in greedily and leaned against his chest.
On Thursday I went to school; Edward was there and the two of us stuck together. Paige was still in her pissy mood. I figured it had something to do with me and Edward. Jeremy still avoided me like the plague. Not that I cared.
Emily was there when I got home from school. She attacked me when I walked in the door. "I'm going to order your birthday cake, what kind do you want? Do you want butter cream icing?"
I pasted a smile on my face and did my best to pretend to be happy. "I want a chocolate cake with butter cream icing; and maybe one of those giant sugar flowers, you what I'm talking about?"
Emily nodded and began punching in the numbers to the local bakery. I felt bad for deceiving her but Sam would probably kill me if I filled her in on the plan. And the plan was devious. Saturday morning I was supposed to act like I was going to Port Angeles to go shopping with Paige. Emily was still in the dark about the two of us not being friends and we were going to play against that. Instead of going to Port Angeles I was going to go to Edward's house where, well-where he would bite me I guess.
I felt bad for my upcoming betrayal but there was no other way. I had to write a note explaining that I loved Edward and that we had left for Las Vegas where we were going to get married and that I wouldn't be coming back to Forks. Emily would see through the ruse, but Masen and Tony would be none the wiser.
Emily stayed until after I went to bed. I sometimes wondered what Rachel thought of Emily's constant presence. I doubted there was much Rachel thought about other than martinis and those real housewives.
Friday it was sunny. I figured Edward wouldn't be in school. I didn't know all the mechanics of being a vampire, but the last time the sun shone he missed school so I figured this time wouldn't be any different.
I drifted through my morning classes, not really paying attention anymore. After tomorrow none of this would matter. I would be immortal and would have all the time in the world to graduate high school. Not to mention the fact that I was starting to feel, well…sick as hell.
At lunch, Paige and her new friends, a bunch of bitchy Goth girls, sat at the end of the lunch table throwing fries at me. I scooted down and ignored them. At least until Paige started talking loudly to her new friends. My name came up a few times and finally I turned to look at her.
"What's your problem Paige?" I snarled.
She stood up and stalked toward me. "You are," she said, pressing her palms to the table top and leaning down into my face. I stood up and pushed her out of my face.
"Don't stand there pretending to be a hard ass. We both know you're not as tough as you're pretending to be."
Her eyes flashed and I knew she knew exactly what I was talking about. When we were in third grade, Pamela Johnson would beat her up everyday on the playground. To this day Paige was still scared of Pamela.
Paige leaned down, her face just inches from mine. "You screwed my brother over, screwed me over and you want to sit there acting all innocent? Seriously? Fuck you Carly. You act like just because both your parents died you think you can run around doing whatever with who ever and everyone has to accept it."
I stood there staring at her. This blind rage started to overcome me. My insides started to quiver and my hands started to shake. My vision grew blurry. "I don't care what you like or think. It's not my fault Edward chose me and not my fault that your brother is an asshole. So fuck you Paige."
I shoved her, and then ran out of the cafeteria. The shaking continued and I felt nauseous. As I bolted across the parking lot I was vaguely aware of a familiar voice calling my name. Edward's arms captured me and he ran toward the woods.
"Carly?" The way he said my name panicked me. There was an edge to it, like something he knew was coming had finally arrived.
"Carly, hold on okay. Just a few minutes more that's all I need from you. I just need you to hold on for a few minutes. Try to calm down and breathe, okay."
EPOV
Oh sweet Christ this was bad. I could feel Carly trembling in my arms; her burning body scorched my arms. I had to run faster, get her back to my house before it was too late.
"Hold on Carly, just hold on," I muttered the entire trip through the forest. In my head, thoughts raced. Could I do this? I had to. Carlisle wasn't due in Forks until tonight and if I waited for him to get here it would be too late for Carly.
I saw the break in the trees, the one that let me know I was almost there. Just a few more steps. I burst into the clearing and crashed into the steps, splintering the wood. I'd barely made it into the foyer when I set Carly down and looked into her agonized eyes.
"Do it, now," she pleaded, "before it's too late."
Here I was again, standing at that proverbial fork in the road. Bite her or not? It was what she, and I, wanted so what was the issue? The issue was I was a monster and she had no idea what to expect.
On the floor, Carly shuttered and groaned. "Please, Edward," she whimpered, "I – the feeling, its overwhelming. I don't know how much longer I can hold on."
I gently grabbed her arm. Get as much venom into her as possible. I at least knew that much. "This is going to hurt," I told her. Carly nodded with a whimper.
"I'm sorry," I said lowering my teeth to her arm and gently biting. Her blood flooded my mouth; it was as sweet and satisfying as I had imaged it would be. And it was hard to resist. I fought the urge and almost lost, sucking greedily as the warm red liquid spilled down my throat.
Carly's agonized scream pulled me back from the edge of the precipice where I hovered so dangerously close to the edge.
"Oh my god," she screamed, "Oh Edward make it stop hurting!"
I dropped her arm and backed away from where she lay on the floor. "Oh my god it BURNS!" she screamed.
"Oh Carly," I moaned and approached the table. I wrapped my hands around the bite mark in a vain attempt to cool her.
She writhed on the floor. I knew I had to get more venom into her, at least then the transformation would be faster. I moved to her other side and grabbed her arm. "I have to bite you again," I said.
Her eyes rolled in her head and tears leaked down the side of her face. "Okay," she whimpered.
I raised her arm to my lips and gently bit. Carly screamed again. I truly felt like a monster now. Putting her in all this pain, for what?
It's what she wanted, I reminded myself. Carly lay on the floor writhing in agony. "I'm going to move you, to the couch, okay?"
She didn't answer. I gently picked her up and quickly carried her to the couch. She cried the whole way there and moaned for me to help her. When I tried to lay her on the couch she screamed so I settled her onto the plush carpet. Either way she was going to be uncomfortable.
For a while she was silent. As suddenly as her cries started they stopped and I started to get worried. I had to call Carlisle. Anxiously I dialed the number.
"Edward? What's wrong?" he answered.
"Carlisle, its Carly. Something happened and I had to go ahead without you. She was just crying and screaming and then she just stopped."
"What's she doing now?" he asked.
"She's just…lying on the floor. I think she might be – no, I still hear her heart beating."
Then Carly started screaming again. Loud, agonizing cries.
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Carlisle snapped and hung up the phone.
I sat down next to Carly and brushed her sweat soaked hair out of her face. She was still screaming; but now she was trembling like she had when I first brought her here. She let out this keening wail that sound almost like the baying of a wolf.
The sun set and yet there the two of us remained. I tried Carlisle again, but his cell phone went straight to voicemail. Carly was quiet for the time being.
I had no idea what time it was when the front door opened. "Edward," Carlisle called.
"In here," I responded. I heard him rush into the room and sink down onto the carpet next to us.
"What happened before you bit her?" he asked.
"She got into a fight with her friend. When I got to her, she was burning up and shaking. She said she felt sick. I brought her back here and bit her. She asked me to. I didn't think we had time to wait. She said she could feel it happening. So I did it. I bit her."
Carlisle nodded and gave Carly a once over.
"Well?"
He shrugged. "Now we wait. And hope that it wasn't too late."
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