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Previously on; Kill Me, and I'll Save You
When I finished retelling my story I lifted my head to see not just Alice sitting on my bed, but Esme, Carlisle Emmett and Jasper all standing either by the door or just inside the room.
I could see that Esme wanted to cry, she would have if she could… Alice looked sympathetic…but her eyes… they displayed something not so understanding. Something a little more hostile… something even a little bit psychotic.
Emmett looked furious, and Carlisle looked more morose than ever, I think he was seeing what his son had finally become. He was realizing that he has lost him forever, lost him to the blood lust… the overbearing strength and amazing feeling that human blood provides. He was mentally weak…that's all that proved.
"Well…judging by what we all just heard… he's vulnerable…and unsure…he wants to pursue Bella but yet it is almost too hard for him to stay away. I personally think that he's going to come back" Jasper was looking around the room to gauge everyone else's opinions on what they thought that Edward's next move might be.
"Jasper's right…I think that Edward will not give up until this urge that he seems to have is gone… he seems easily irritable." Alice said motioning about towards Jasper and looking at everyone as well.
"We need to find him… before he finds Bella"
Before we knew it everyone was screaming and yelling trying to get their opinion in about how to proceed…but we all agreed on one thing…he had to be stopped.
BPOV
It had been a month.
A month since Rosalie had returned from her suicide mission.
A month since I had left the hospital.
A month since Emmett, Carlisle and Jasper had left.
And a month since anything even remotely dangerous had happened… well anything unrelated to my lack of coordination.
Last week I started back at school, the fear in my mother's eyes had dimmed. She was not as worried about me anymore, not in relation to my safety regarding the rogue vampire.
She was worried about her husband and her children. The men in our family had gone. They were searching for Edward themselves. Going to make everything right, and destroy him.
I had no say.
No one listened to me anymore, they never said that it was my fault, but I knew that they were constantly asking what if.
Everyone's spark had died. Alice no longer jumped around the house like a lunatic. She sat in her room designing, drawing, or just staring out the window, trying to see anything that could relate to how the men in our lives were doing.
They called once a week.
The eagerly awaited telephone call came every Friday night, so the sound of their voice would tie us over for the weekend while it was still fresh and then dim a little every day, till the next call arrived.
Last I heard was that they were in a small town in Nevada, only travelling by night as the sun made it impossible during the day, apparently there aren't many clouds in Nevada.
The call that we all awaited so eagerly for, every single day, waiting for each hour to pass so that we were one hour closer to the next one.
But today? That call didn't come.
It didn't come Saturday either, or Sunday. And when Alice, Rosalie and I had to return to school on Monday, they still hadn't made contact.
"This is getting ridiculous!" Alice yelled, and smashed her hand against the leather of the steering wheel.
"Why haven't they called?" She didn't stop yelling the same things over and over and over again until we got to school, where she proceeded to silently fume for the whole day.
The thing that made it so bad for Alice was that she couldn't see them. Even if she had wanted to, every single night she sat on her bed for hours trying to conjure up a small image of our men. But there was something blocking her sight, and that more than anything was driving her mental.
As lunch time approached, I had just about had enough of Alice's constant yelling and screaming and just plain whining. It would be ridiculous to suggest that I wasn't worried, I was extremely worried for all of the men. They were my father, and my brothers, for all intents and purposes they were my family, but I didn't actually think that there was anything wrong, other than a lack of communication.
But for the sake of mine sanity, and Alice, Rosalie and Mom's sanity, I was going to do the one thing that they guys asked us not to do. I was going to call them.
Bring, Bring.
I had never been this nervous in my life, from all the experiences I have had throughout my childhood, I do not believe that I had ever been this apprehensive about anything.
Bring, Bring.
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My breathing was speeding up, and getting very close to hyperventilation.
I heard the line on the other end of the phone click on and my breath caught. I heard the sound of breathing, but no voice came. The person on the other end of the line was not saying a word. Not making any kind of verbal recognition that they were in fact there.
"Hello?" I said somewhat reluctantly. "Is that you Jazz?"
"Hello Bella" That was not Jasper.