Twilight…not mine (sigh).

Chapter 115

I tossed my gun on my jacket, but checked to make sure that my knife was in my ankle holster. I was barely upright when both men tackled me. I fell to the ground, covered by nearly four-hundred pounds of Volturi muscle. I elbowed Demetri and he rolled off me. I flipped and pressed my feet to Felix's chest, pushing him off my body. Flipping up, I clenched my fists, pummeling a confused Felix. He had hit his head on a nearby dumpster. "Attacking a guy when he's not looking? Not very gallant or gentlemanly," I sneered, hitting his face. I gave him a swift uppercut, causing Felix to fall to the ground, groaning lowly.

Demetri was behind me, rubbing his sternum with a scowl on his face. I turned and kicked his chest, causing him to stumble onto my jacket. He jumped up and plowed into my stomach, punching my belly with rapid punches. I groaned, feeling old injuries from my father become new ones.

I pushed him away, my ribs groaning in agony. I swiveled, kicking him in the head with a roundhouse kick. He fell back, reaching into his pocket. Shining in the moonlight was the glint of a blade. "You're dead, Masen," Demetri scowled. He flew at me, trying to get his knife to cut into my skin. I danced and twisted away. I tried to kick the blade away from him, but he had a stranglehold on it. However, one kick and Demetri connected with my thigh. Screaming, I cupped the blade which was now embedded deep in my thigh muscle.

"Get down, Edward!" Emmett yelled. I fell to my chest and shots rang out. Demetri fell to the ground, the mask of death on his features. Emmett had gotten him between the eyes and again in his chest. The sounds of footsteps ran toward me and I groaned lowly. "Fuck!" Emmett spat.

"Seth!" Charlie barked. "Get a hold of the cleaners. We need assistance at the back of the club." He pocketed his phone and crouched down, brushing my hair back. "Talk to me, Edward."

"Leg," I panted out. "Demetri got me in the leg."

"Should I pull it out, Uncle Charlie?" Emmett asked.

"No. Call Doc and have him go to the house. You take Felix and dump him in the basement of the club. Leave water and bread. We'll deal with him once we take care of Edward." Charlie helped me up. I hissed and winced in agony. "Where's Bella, Edward?"

"I sent her back to the house. I knew something wasn't right," I moaned. Emmett picked up my coat and gun, helping Charlie carry me to his car. They wrapped my leg with the coat and settled me in the backseat. Charlie looked at me and was shocked. "How bad?"

"You're covered in bruises, Edward," Charlie whispered.

"I'll be fine," I hissed. I've had worse. Kind of. Charlie huffed out a breath and backed out of the spot, driving to his home at breakneck speeds. He parked next to my Mustang. There was another car in the driveway that I didn't recognize. Charlie helped me out of the car and allowed me to lean on him heavily. I knew I wasn't the lightest guy, but Charlie practically carried me into the house.

"Doc?" Charlie called.

"In the kitchen," a male voice responded. On the island, all of the decorative shit was gone. Bella was standing off to the side, her eyes filled with tears. "Izzy, you best be going. I've got to work on Edward."

"No, Doc. I want to stay," she whimpered.

"Bella, I don't want you to see me like this," I frowned, thinking how I must look. I knew my face was littered with bruises. I could feel the blood trickle down my leg. It hurt to breathe.

"On the island," Doc said. "Izzy, you know how you are with blood."

"Okay, okay," she said, giving up. "Let me kiss him before you perform surgery in our kitchen."

Gulp. Say what?

She saw my eyes as I was laid back onto the counter. A pillow was placed under my head. "You're not having surgery," she said, brushing my hair out of my face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I was so scared, Edward. So afraid that you wouldn't come back to me."

"I'm here," I said, my body screaming in pain. "It'll take more than two of Aro's goons to stop me."

"Edward," she chided. She took my face in hers, staring into my eyes. Well, one of my eyes. My right one was swelling closed. "You're so stupid to do that." She kissed me, hard. I whimpered as my hands found her hair. "Don't ever do that again," she muttered against my lips. She brushed her mouth against mine three times. "I'll take care of you. I promise." She kissed me once more before darting away.

Doc came into view and he looked at the fairly large hunting knife sticking out of my thigh. "I need to remove your pants, Mr. Masen." I nodded and felt him cut up my jeans, removing them carefully. Charlie covered the lower half of my body with a sheet, standing by my shoulder. His hand was on my arm and I could see that he was shaken. "You got lucky, Mr. Masen. Based on the trajectory of the blade, it just sliced through muscle. You will have about a six-inch scar on your thigh and it will take time for it to heal since the blade cut through the deep muscle in your leg, but you will be just fine."

"How are you going to take care of it?" I asked.

"I need to remove the knife and stitch you up." He filled a syringe of something. "This will put you to sleep."

"I'd rather not," I said.

"This is a deep wound, son," Doc chided. "I'd rather put you under than have you pass out from pain and stress."

"Edward, Doc is a good man. He won't hurt you," Charlie said quietly.

My fears of unknown men and being beat up were too fresh in my mind. I wanted to trust Doc and Charlie, but my survival instincts told me not to. Then, I thought of Bella. I didn't want her to see me as weak. "Knock me out," I hissed.

Doc nodded and he injected the syringe into my arm. Charlie and Doc floated as the anesthetic moved through my veins. My eyes fluttered shut and delightful blackness surrounded me.

A/N: Edward's injured. Sorry about that, but I needed to reintroduce the Volturi clan…good news is that Demetri is deader than a doornail. Bad news is that Felix is not. Will he get out? I'm sorry about the lack of photo/pic teases. We're in a transitional part of the story. If you want to check out previous pic teasers, check out my blog (link in my profile) or check out my Facebook group: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. Leave me some lovin!

Now, I know that there is a random Sherlock Holmes story attached to this. I emailed FFn a year ago and asked for it to be removed. I can't delete it since it's not on my 'manage' stories tab. Just ignore it. It's a fluke. It's definitely not mine, but I can't get rid of it. Thanks!