A/N: This outtake takes place after the epilogue. Warning for violence. Also, this outtake deals with memories of Bella's rape. The rapist is not a nice guy, and he says some things that are very insensitive and awful, so if this is a trigger, please beware that this brings all that up.

~*~FC~*~

Outtake 3: Revenge
Edward's POV

The three of us were quiet as we stood, hidden from the road and the air by the thick copse of trees. It was dark out, and there wasn't much traffic, being the middle of the night, but we weren't taking any chances. We all knew what we were doing and knew there was no need to speak any more about it. This had been a long time coming—a year had passed since I'd learned of Bella's fate on what was supposed to have been a fun vacation for spring break with her friends. My mind wandered for a moment as I waited to see the vehicle we were there for.

"They seemed fun. They were in their first year of college, down from the University of Alabama. We hung out all afternoon at the beach and then again the next day for most of the afternoon. That evening, they asked us to go to a club with them. My mom and Phil were going out that night to the movies, so we decided to go dancing. We had fun, but I was ready to be home before eleven, so we didn't stay too late."

There it is, I'd thought. The new man in Bella's life, her baby's father, was someone she'd met on spring break only months after I'd left.

"He offered me another drink, saying he just needed to grab a grab a few things, so I might as well be comfortable. I took a seat on the bed and drank the small bottle of tequila from the minibar. I tried sipping it at first, but I remember thinking it was simply awful, so I just chugged the rest."

I remembered rage—at myself, at what I knew was coming. Fear—paralyzing, brutal terror at hearing the words spoken aloud.

"The next thing I remember is waking up the next morning, naked, and alone in the hotel room. His things were gone, and there was a note on the dresser with my clothes. Thanks for the good time. Like we'd just had sex, instead of him raping me."

A crushing weight on my chest—if I'd had to breathe, I couldn't have. Even now, over a year after hearing the words for the first time, I felt that same pain lance through me. Bella, my life, my love, drugged, used, and abused, and then discarded without a second thought. Prison wasn't good enough for the bastard that had made her feel like he had, that had violated her and taken what wasn't his to take.

And that was why Emmett, Jasper, and I were here, in the middle of nowhere—about forty-five minutes north of Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

Shortly after Bella told me about the illustrious Mr. Hunter Ellison, I'd begun keeping track of him. It had been easy—he'd been in a minimum security facility and their computers were surprisingly easy to hack into—and I'd been biding my time while trying to figure out what I could do about him. I knew I had time. He wasn't going anywhere. For months after we moved from Forks, I kept watch through not only the computer, but through Jenks. The man was being paid ridiculously well to keep me informed of anything regarding Columbia Correctional Institution.

About a month after Lizzie's first birthday, I'd received a communication from him on the designated e-mail account I'd set up specifically for that purpose. He'd said that n March, there were going to be changes at the prison in Florida where Ellison was being held. About fifty prisoners were going to be moved to a bigger facility used to housing violent offenders. Another hundred were being moved to another facility in Florida that was newer and bigger. Finally, a small group had been selected for transfer to various other prisons across the U.S. Because Hunter Ellison had family in Minnesota, he was being moved up to Minnesota Correctional Facility in Faribault, which was only a few hours from his parents. It was going to be a twenty-four hour drive from his current location in Florida to his new home away from home in Minnesota, without stopping for more than gas and to switch drivers along the way.

I'd immediately known that Mr. Ellison would not be making it to Faribault.

After thanking Jenks, I'd asked Emmett and Jasper to go hunting with me, and together, we'd come up with a decision. Only Alice knew what we were planning. I knew Bella wouldn't want me to do anything that would jeopardize the safety of myself or our family. I knew Rose would understand—and probably even support us—but I'd asked Emmett to keep it from her. I didn't want there to be any chance of Bella, Carlisle, or Esme finding out. If any of them learned of our plans, I knew they'd be disappointed in me. When I'd looked at Bella and thought of how she'd suffered, I'd known that was a risk I was willing to take.

I hadn't asked Jasper and Emmett to go with me—I was fully prepared to take him down myself—but both of them had expressed their displeasure that I was even considering doing this without them. They'd both formed close bonds with Bella and Lizzie, and I knew it was fruitless to try to talk them out of coming.

The problem had been finding an excuse for being gone for several days. It turned out not to be as big a problem as I'd anticipated, though. Emmett had whined that it'd been too long since just the three of us had gone on an extended hunting trip, so we'd told the rest of the family that we were heading up into Canada and would be gone for three days, maybe four. Of course, rather than going north, we'd gone southwest.

My phone vibrated, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I glanced down at the caller ID to see Alice's name flashing. As soon as I flipped it open, she spoke.

"They're right on schedule," she said without either of us bothering to say hello. "They'll be to you in two minutes."

"Thanks, Alice." I paused. "How are they?"

I missed both Bella and Lizzie something fierce and couldn't wait to get home.

"They're good," she answered. "Lizzie's tooth finally broke through the gum, so she's not as fussy."

I'd known that—Bella had already texted me a picture—but smiling briefly, I told her, "Give them both kisses for me."

"Will do. Be careful."

"Always am," I said, smirking when she laughed and hung up the phone. Putting it back in my pocket, I turned to the guys. "It's time."

Emmett clapped his hands together, grinning. "Stand back, boys. Let the master work."

Rolling our eyes, Jasper and I backed away. Emmett pushed at one of the large trees until it cracked near the base, and then he pushed once more and the tree toppled over. The loud noise of it crashing to the ground echoed through the night air, and we froze, listening to make sure it hadn't attracted any unwanted attention. When we heard nothing, Emmett walked over and picked up the fallen tree, taking it quickly out to the road.

Alice had seen this as the best way to make the prison transport van stop without endangering the lives of the guards inside.

Just over a minute later, the dark van with the Florida Department of Corrections decal on the side came rumbling around the curve on Interstate 380 that would merge it with Highway 20. We waited in the the darkness as its headlights bounced off the tree and the driver slammed on the brakes. I could hear their confusion, curiosity, and worry as they took in the sight of the large tree angled across the road, seemingly haphazardly.

"Now," I said to Jasper, who nodded.

He immediately pushed out waves of calm, giving the guards the impression that there was nothing to worry about. Then he began pushing out wave after wave of sleepiness. At first, the guards reacted by reaching for their radios or phones, but Jasper pushed harder, and before any of them could alert anyone of anything suspicious, we heard four distinct snores coming from the van.

According to Alice, we were clear for at least half an hour, but I didn't want to chance it. "Let's go," I said, taking off out of the trees at a jog.

Jasper continued to pump sleepy vibes at them. He and Emmett each took a guard in the front of the van. Rather than pulling the door off the hinges—I wanted to at least try to make this look like humans had done it—I waited until Emmett had reached in and unclipped the set of keys from the passenger's belt. He threw them to me, and I made quick work of the lock before throwing them back to Emmett, who tossed them onto the front floorboard.

Jumping up into the back of the van, I pulled one of the two pre-filled syringes from my pocket. Moving to the guard, I pulled his sleeve up, found a vein in his elbow, and carefully dosed the man with the sedative. In the front, Jasper and Emmett were doing the same to the other two guards. The drugs would put the men out for a while, freeing Jasper from having to push his gift. Once I'd rolled the guard's sleeve back down, I moved to the handcuffed Ellison.

I took a moment to study him, knowing Jasper wouldn't let up until I'd given him the okay.

The guy was young—maybe a couple of years older than Bella physically—and good-looking. His hair was brown, long enough to be falling into his eyes, and there was a small scar just past the hairline over his temple. His eyes were closed, but I knew from what Bella had told me that they were green, much like my own had been over a century ago.

Sneering, I kicked his foot with mine—not hard enough to break anything...yet—and called up to Jasper, "Go ahead, man. Wake this piece of shit up."

I knew the medicine would've had enough time to work on the guards, and even without Jasper's influence, they would be out.

As soon as the sleepy vibe was gone, Ellison jerked, his eyes opening as he sat up straight and looked around. He noticed the guard, sound asleep, his head back and snoring, and then he turned, seeing me less than two feet from him.

"What the hell?" he gasped. "Who the hell are you?

I grinned—an angry, smug smile, all teeth and curled lips—and answered, "My name's Edward Cullen." Moving at human speed, I stalked to his side and pulled out the second syringe, jabbing it into the muscle of his thigh. "But you can call me your worst nightmare."

Ellison was trembling now. His thoughts were a jumbled mix of anger and fear. He was trying to figure out why the guard was asleep, how I'd gotten inside the van, what I'd just given him—and he was scared to death that he was going to die.

"Oh yes," I said in answer to his last unspoken thought. "Slowly and painfully, if I have anything to do with it."

His heart raced for a moment, his breathing heavy, and he started trying to get up from his seat. The effects of the sedative combined with the shackles around his wrists kept him off balance, and he was unable to get higher than a couple of inches before he fell back, his head thumping roughly against the wall of the van.

"Whadju do t'me?" he slurred, shaking his head in an effort to clear it.

"Doesn't feel so good to be drugged against your will, does it?" I growled, trying to rein in my temper. I needed to keep my cool until we were clear.

"I don'know whachur talk'n 'bout." He shook his head again, his mouth opening once more, until finally, less than a minute after injection, his eyes and mouth closed as the sedative kicked in fully.

"I'll get him to the car," I said. "You guys finish up here."

I tossed the drugged, handcuffed Ellison over my shoulder and jumped out of the van, closing the door behind me.

As I walked with him to the car we'd hidden farther down the road, I could hear the crunch of the gravel as Jasper and Emmett pushed the van off the side of the road so anyone who happened to drive by wouldn't hit it. Before meeting me at the car, they would move the tree off the road as well, and then place an anonymous call to 9-1-1 on one of the guard's phones before wiping everything clear of any fingerprints and locking the doors behind themselves. We wanted the man who was hanging like a sack of potatoes over my shoulder to pay for what he'd done to Bella; the guards weren't involved, so we were doing everything we could to keep them safe until the police arrived. They hadn't seen our faces, thanks to Jasper's influence, and without any evidence, there would be nothing tying us to the crime scene. The only one who could possibly identify us was the man I was about to toss into the trunk of my Volvo, and soon, he would be in no condition to tell anyone anything.

Ever.

~*~FC~*~

Just over two hours later, I pulled the Volvo in through the big doors of the warehouse Jenks had acquired for us a few weeks earlier. We were on the outskirts of Chicago, in an area full of abandoned buildings much like this one. It'd once been a factory of some sort, but it'd closed down years ago and had been sitting empty since. Being out where we were, in the middle of the night, with no one around for miles...we were free to do whatever we needed to do.

Once the doors to the warehouse were locked up tight, I popped open the trunk. Ellison was still out, although from Alice's vision, I knew he'd be coming around shortly. I hauled him out of the car, smirking when his head bounced off the trunk lid. Emmett pulled out the folding chair we'd put in the trunk, set it up a ways from the car, and then backed out of my way so I could drop Ellison into the seat. Within a minute, he was secured to the chair with his hands cuffed behind his back and the shackles looped through the chair itself before locking around his wrists.

"That outta do it," Em said, kicking the leg of the chair hard enough to nearly knock it and its occupant over. "If he wanted to, he could get up and run, carrying the chair with him..." His muscles rolling underneath his T-shirt, as if preparing for a fight, he sneered. "I almost hope he does."

Half an hour later, Ellison started to stir. It took him another half hour to come fully out of it, and when he did, he panicked at the sight of us. I listened to his thoughts as he took us all in for the first time. We looked huge, menacing—especially terrifying because we seemed so casual, all leaning against the car, feet crossed at the ankles like we hadn't just kidnapped a man. Our eyes were all black—from anger, not from hunger—and the casual pose was totally negated by the feral looks on our faces.

Ellison tried to scramble out of his seat, succeeding only in tangling his feet with the legs of the chair and upending himself. His head hit the concrete floor with a loud crack, and he groaned.

"Maybe we won't have to do anything to him," Jasper said slyly, snickering a bit when Ellison's heart rate increased. "Maybe he'll do it for us."

I smirked and walked—or stalked, according to Ellison's thoughts—over to him and yanked him upright with one hand, setting the chair back on all four legs.

Before I could move away, Ellison made the mistake of kicking out at me, hoping to cause me some of the pain he'd felt when his head hit the floor. Unfortunately for him, his foot made contact with my shin, which didn't hurt me one bit, but from his howl of pain and the crunch of bone, I'd guess he'd broken his foot.

"Fucking shit!" he screamed. "You broke my foot, you motherfucker!"

I tsked, shaking my head at him. "Such foul language for such a young man."

"Who are you?" he growled. "What do you want with me?"

I stepped up until I was as close as I could get without touching him. "Do you remember the name Bella Swan?"

Ellison's eyes grew wide. His thoughts went crazy.

What does that whore have anything to do with this? I thought I was done with her when I signed those fucking papers.

"She's not a whore," I growled, stepping up close enough now that he had to tilt his head back to look into my face. "Bella Swan is my fiancee. You will show her a little respect." I punctuated each of the last few words with a poke to his chest with my index finger, watching as he winced.

I was getting dangerously close to the edge, so giving him one last shove with my finger, I turned and moved back to stand in front of Emmett and Jasper. Keeping my back to Ellison let him know that I wasn't worried or interested in him in the least, while in truth, my mind was locked onto his as he spewed vile thoughts of Bella in his head.

I don't see why this guy's so upset. So I popped his girl's cherry. She was begging for it, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. Maybe she didn't say the words, but she wanted it. They all do. My money, my name... She was just nervous because it was her first time. I could tell. That's why I gave her something to help her relax. Loosen her up a little. It's not the first time. She's just the first one to complain about it.

At Ellison's thoughts, I had to work to keep myself from going back over and showing my foot up his ass. My voice low, I said, "This guy is a piece of work."

Jasper nodded slowly. "I don't sense one bit of regret from him. He's feeling offended and angry..."

I clenched my teeth, working to keep myself in control. "He doesn't understand why he's in trouble over this again when he thinks he did nothing wrong."

Emmett's arms were folded across his chest, and he kept shooting Ellison dirty looks over my shoulder. Every time the other man caught sight of one, his heart would stutter, fear rolling off of him in waves. Even though he tried to cover it with bravado, his thoughts were giving him away.

Shit, that guy is huge. Maybe if I stare him down, he'll quit looking at me.

Smirking, I told Emmett, "He's scared of you, but the stupid son of a bitch thinks he can out-stare you."

Emmett curled his lip in disgust and glared even harder at the man cuffed to the chair.

Through his thoughts, I watched as Ellison shrank back, quickly averting his gaze.

Clapping Emmett's shoulder, I turned around and walked slowly across the space, giving Ellison plenty of time to watch me and wonder what I was going to do next.

"You're right," I said calmly, responding to his thoughts from a few moments before. "He is huge, isn't he?"

He looked frightened for a moment before he seemed to steel himself.

"He loves Isabella almost as much as I do. I think you owe him an apology. In fact, you owe Bella an apology, but I'm not letting you anywhere near her, so you can apologize to him, and he'll pass it along to her."

Straightening his shoulders, Ellison's lips curled into a smirk for a moment. "Fuck an apology. That bitch is the reason I'm in prison."

There was a roar of anger over my shoulder, and I heard Jasper holding Emmett back from rushing the piece of shit in front of me. I didn't bother holding in my anger at his statement as my arm straightened and my fingers wrapped around his throat, cutting off his airway with a slight bit of pressure.

"Let's get something straight," I told him, my voice frighteningly calm. "You're in prison because you drugged an innocent girl and raped her."

Ellison was gasping for air, his feet kicking uselessly as I held him a few inches off the ground. When I finally let go, he crashed back to the floor, teetering dangerously for a moment as he caught his breath. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and terrified.

"Who are you? What are you?"

"Guess he's got a short memory," I said over my shoulder to my brothers. I'd already introduced myself in the van, but apparently, the drugs and fear had made him forget.

Looking back at the pitiful excuse for a man in front of me, I answered, "My name is Edward Cullen, and I'm the man who is going to teach you not to mess with women, asshole."

Instead of looking more scared, I watched as a thoughtful expression crossed his face.

Edward? Where have I heard that name? His thoughts were racing, trying to remember why he knew that name in relation to Bella.

It was like a light bulb went off above his head. "Edward... You're the guy she cried out for when I got her into my bed. She begged you to save her." He shook his head exaggeratedly as he thought, What a shame. You couldn't save her. No one could.

I froze at the mention of Bella having begged me to save her. That was just one more failure I could put on my very long list, one that I would never be able to atone for. I hated the piece of scum in front of me more at that moment than I ever had before, because he'd told me something I knew Bella wouldn't have told me, even if she'd been able to remember it. She wouldn't have wanted me to know that she'd cried out for me, that I hadn't been there to save her when she'd begged me to.

Ellison's snort brought me back to the present. "The bitch was good at running her mouth, that's for sure. I should have made her put it to better—"

I didn't let him finish. With a roar, I swung my fist and hit him with a hard jab.

Ellison went flying, my hit knocking him and the chair back almost ten feet.

"Dude," Emmett said, coming up beside me to stare over at Ellison. "That was a damn hard hit. I think you killed him."

As Jasper moved to check on him, I tried to find it in me to care. The man was a vile, sick monster who'd shown no remorse whatsoever, who hadn't even thought he'd done anything wrong. Prison wasn't going to change his mind on that—in fact, I had no doubt that it would've just magnified those feelings of entitlement.

"Yeah, he's dead," Jasper confirmed, like we couldn't all hear the lack of a heartbeat. "Snapped his neck."

Sighing, I rubbed my face briskly before running my hand through my hair and tugging roughly. "Let's get him out of here."

Jasper and Emmett volunteered to put him in the trunk for me. We'd lined the trunk with new, generic plastic sheeting before making the trip west, so they wrapped him in one more sheet while I wiped away any evidence that we'd been there. Ellison had pissed his pants when I'd grabbed his throat, so I just kicked a bunch of dust and dirt over the small puddle. If the warehouse was ever investigated, it would just look like some homeless person had found their way inside and used it as a bathroom.

Taking a moment to make sure the coast was clear—it was still dark out, so there was little traffic—we finally got back on the road, heading back west. We were going to take Ellison's body to Yellow River State Forest in Iowa. It was far enough from Chicago to be safe, had no tie to Bella or our family, and was a good distance from the spot we'd yanked Ellison from the prison van—not too far, but not so close that the searching law enforcement would see us.

We'd thought about burying him out in the middle of nowhere, but if he was never found, I knew Bella would worry because he was missing. I also was smart enough to realize that when he did turn up dead right after our long hunting trip, she'd know exactly what had happened. It was a chance I was willing to take. After all, it was easier to ask forgiveness than it was to seek permission.

The four-hour drive—thanks to having to drive at a normal human speed off and on throughout the trip—from the spot we'd left Ellison to Rhinelander had been relatively quiet. Emmett and Jasper had known that I had a lot on my mind, so they'd pretty much let me be.

Turning down the long road that eventually led up to the house, I finally broke the silence. "Thanks, guys."

I felt a wave of acceptance and peace coming from Jasper in the back.

"We've got your back, man," Emmett said as he reached over and clapped my shoulder gently, giving it a squeeze of support.

No other words were necessary.

As we pulled up to the house, Bella, Alice, and Rose were all standing out on the porch. Bella had a squirming Lizzie in her arms, and I'd never seen a more beautiful sight than that of my two girls at that moment.

Edward, Alice's thoughts broke in to my musings. I'm sorry. I tried keeping it from her, but she knew something was up, and I finally broke and told her.

I made a decision to tell Alice later that it was all right and to thank her for her help.

A smile flitted across her face, and she nodded. You're welcome.

Less than thirty seconds later, I had Bella and our daughter in my arms. Emmett and Jasper greeting their wives barely registered as I first kissed Lizzie's cheek, blowing a raspberry gently on the round softness, before turning to Bella.

"Forgive me?" I asked quietly, pressing my forehead to hers.

"Are you all right?" she countered.

I nodded slowly.

"Then there's nothing to forgive."

We stood there a moment, until Lizzie broke the peace by reaching up and yanking on my hair. "Dada! Up!"

I laughed and plucked her from Bella's arms, setting her on my shoulders. She hung on to my hair with both hands as Bella wrapped her arm around my waist, and we walked to the house together as a family.

It was good to be home.