Fallen Angel Broken Song
Banner by Marauder by Midnight What if... Edward wasn't as strong as we thought he was? ***Eclipse References***
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“Oh my god, oh my god,” I chanted as I ran.
I didn’t breath, trying to ignore the blood running down the neck of the poor girl that I held. It helped that I had gone hunting yesterday. Of course, this was different…
“Stop it!” I cried. “Focus. Oh Edward, what have you done?”
It was only seconds before I broke through the trees in the back parking lot of the hospital. I immediately headed for the small emergency door near the west side of the building and ducked inside. I came out into an empty hallway, and turned right, then pushed through another door into Carlisle’s office.
I placed the girl on the mahogany desk that was centered in the room, then began digging through the drawers. In the bottom I found the small pager buried under the post its. This was the emergency plan Carlisle had set up. Push the red button. Nothing happened. What kind of a plan was this! I pushed it again, then a third time. The sixth time had Carlisle slamming through the door. He took one look at the unconscious girl on the desk and grabbed his keys.
“Alice go get the Mercedes, now.”
I caught the keys he threw at me and was out the door by the time he had finished. Not looking back, I ran to the car and had it stopped next to the exit in seconds. Jumping out, I flung open the rear door, just in time for Carlisle to stuff her into the back seat. Shutting the door behind him, I ran back around front and leapt inside.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I cried, fishtailing around a corner.
“Alice, please, just get us home in one piece!” Carlisle snapped from behind me.
I could hear him muttering under his breath. Sobbing dryly, I whipped the car into the drive. Screaming to a halt, I barely missed slamming into Rosalie and Esme. I immediate got out and tried to help Carlisle get Isabella out of the car. Once free he took her toward the house. Esme was holding the door open, one hand over her mouth in shock.
Rose and I quickly followed Carlisle upstairs into the guest room. Sweeping my old shopping bags off the bed, I helped him lay the still unconscious girl on the pillows. Carlisle continued the work he had been trying to perform in the jostling car. Turning back to Esme and throwing my arms around her I murmured, “It’s too late, it’s been too long.”
“I can’t save her,” Carlisle told us, standing slowly, looking down at the girl’s pale face. “She’s lost too much blood for me to risk taking any more to remove the poison. She’s going to die, physically anyway. I can’t say whether she’ll be one of us or not.”
My legs shook beneath me, and I would have crumpled to the floor, had not my sister Rose caught me.
“Was it Jasper?” Carlisle asked quietly.
I couldn’t answer, my words caught in my throat, so I just shook my head.
“Alice,” he asked sharply, “What happened?”
“Edward,” I croaked. “Edward tried to kill her.”
And then my ears were filled with a tortured scream.
That beautiful boy kissed me. Cold hands on my face, colder lips on mine. Deep, warm golden eyes that I could drown in. It kept playing in my head, over and over. Nothing else existed but that boy. Edward. Edward Cullen. It was the only thing I could focus on. And then pain.
Scorching, burning pain. Edward was gone, and nothing was left but the fire. Fire so hot it was icy cold. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Tossing, turning, had to get away. Burning, screaming, pain, breaking every bone and crushing every organ. Killing me.
I stayed with Isabella Swan long after Alice, Rose, and Esme left. How could this have happened? I’d taken every precaution, watched my family closer than humanly possible. In my worry for Jasper, had I neglected Edward?
Sitting against the wall with my arms wrapped around my knees, I berated myself for growing so far apart from him. He was my first companion in this life, my first son. Had this been something I could have prevented?
On the bed, the girl began to writhe, tossing and turning, flinging out her arms. Leaping up, I moved to her side, trying to calm her. I knew it wouldn’t work. Sighing, I quickly tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts with practiced medical movements. She fought for mere seconds when she suddenly went limp, easing back on the pillows. Frightened, I listened for her heart. It was still beating.
“Well my daughter, take relief while you can,” I whispered to her.
I spent the rest of that day by her side, and she was strangely peaceful. Everyone in my family that I had changed went through a most painful transformation, and while I knew that Miss Swan was experiencing the same excruciating torture I once had, I could not understand how she endured it so quietly.
Oh yes, she struggled against her binds. Screams frequently pierced the stillness, but there was something different about this one. I knew now that she would be one of us. I was to have a new daughter, my children to have a new sister. But would I have to pay the price by giving up a son?
I hadn’t seen or heard anything of Edward since Alice had told me it was him who had fallen to temptation. I needed to find him. At midnight I emerged, and quickly called for my family. Esme reached me first.
“Can you stay with her?” I asked. “No doubt her father is already looking for her, and we must make plans for…” I trailed off.
“Of course,” she answered.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and I briefly let myself lean into her, try to escape from the situation. Kissing me on the cheek, she silently entered the guest room and shut the door behind her. Wondering why my children hadn’t appeared, I called again.
“We’re in the living room,” Emmett called.
Sighing again, I headed down the stairs.
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