How to Save a Life

by bexie25

Step one you say we need to talk, he walks you say sit down, it's just a talk. He smiles politely back at you. You stare politely right on through. Meeting on a bus, Edward and Bella are immediately attracted to each other but their gloomy, abuse-ridden pasts make them both hesitant to trust anyone. Follow them as Bella learns not only how to save a life, but hers is saved as well.

224. Chapter 223

When the door is closed, Hoody turns back to me and swallows as he regards me.

He's so angry that… that it looks like he's really trying to hide his pain; that… that he's trying to stay strong for the baby and me.

I cup his cheek, swallowing back the tears. I hate seeing him like this and I hate the Masens even more for doing this to him.

"Come on," I say, smiling softly and I take his hand, dragging him into the bathroom.

"Your dinner," he says and I smile.

"Go finish cooking it and we'll eat after a shower… I have a feeling that we should be alone for a little while."

He'd already told me I was his rock, and at times like these… he needed me to be in control.

So, while he's finishing the dinner… I let myself cry; just a little.

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Bella can't be awesomely strong all the time. :D

On a happier note - I guess? - here's another morose excerpt of Femme Fatale's Edward Chapter. :D

I wanted to end my… well I guess you'd call it an existence. Technically, I wasn't fucking living anymore. I was dead, a dead being and a murderer.

Why else would a vampire come to Volterra, Italy where the Volturi lived?

The lady and her brothers, the names of which I did not know and to be honest, did not want to know were what Carlisle had called the "rulers of our kind…" the rulers of vampires. They decided life or death.

They were law.

My creator had transformed me into this… monster. He'd tried to reassure me that I did not have to be a monster… that there was actually a possibility for vampires to be good.

Yeah, well I call fucking bullshit on that one.

Then after teaching me his ways, he left me for myself.

The only problem? I could not follow his ways without his help; I had faulted.

I had done what I had learned was wrong, what my creator had told me was "disgusting" and "unnatural".

I had killed for my own gain; I had killed for the blood of an innocent fucking person.

But, then again… the taste had been… fucking exquisite; so very tempting. It had taunted and haunted me, compelled me with need. A need to kill and to drink…

… And I had done so, shamelessly and wholeheartedly, only to realize what I had done a few moments later.

Bye... for now.

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