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When Twilight Ends

Summary:
Something is happening in the small, sleepy town of Forks, Washington. Something unexplainable. Something dangerous. Something evil. Under the cover of darkness it strikes without warning, killing in the most savage fashion. No one knows where it comes from. No one knows when it will happen again. Bella's transformation is slowly slipping closer, no longer shadowed by visible danger. But something has been overlooked-a loose end had been left undone, an error gone unnoticed. And now, it has been set loose. The Cullens, the Werewolves, and Bella are now racing time to stop the destruction reeking havoc upon the little world of Forks. Only one knows the key to unlocking the deadly secrets, only one knows the truth. As the seconds tick by, Edward finds himself amidst a dangerous plot and he is forced to make a decision that could change the path of destiny and forever. But will he make the right choice? Even if it meant sacrificing what is most sacred to him? Author's note: Look guys,I've been trying really hard to work on this story....but I've been sick alot lately. I have an immune deficency that causes me to have to go to the hospital often...its hard to type when i'm all tubed up on a hospital bed. I'm sorry....but i've started working on it again, so it should be up soon.


Notes:
This is my first actuall Twilight story and I hope you enjoy it! It is what I think should happen after the events of Eclispe and some. Please read and review! *Rated for further chapters*


10. Admist the Chaos

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The water in the toilet was like a clear sheet of glass, motionless, with a white streak of a glare from the ceiling light above. I rested my forehead on my arm which laid on the porcelain edge and closed my eyes for a momentary rest. The throbbing in my head had dulled but my stomach continued to churn, not agreeing at all with the juice and bread I had offered it earlier. I had tried some soup that Carlisle had coaxed me to eat but my stomach refused anything and everything, leaving me hungry and nauseas at the same time.

I could hear the soft whistle of the wind outside the bathroom window, muffled by the thick glass. Snow plastered the pane separating the room from the outside and icicles hung from the sloped roof; they shivered and tickled as they clung precariously to their spots, as though desperate not to fall. I straightened briefly and pulled my hands inside my hooded sweatshirt and resumed my previous position with the hood bunched up around my neck. Even through my jeans, I could feel the coldness of the marble tile digging into my knees and shifted, searching for a more comfortable position than gave up when I realized that was not possible while sitting on the bathroom floor.

There was a creak as the door opened. "How're you feeling?" Alice asked softly; suddenly at my side and rubbing my back with her cool hand.

"Awful," I groaned, peering at her from through half-opened lids. She looked comfortable in a black tank top and tight jeans and feet bare, unaware of the dropping temperatures.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, her hands moving to massage my shoulders, I could feel my tense muscles relaxing slightly.

"No."

There was a moment of silence before I spoke again, "where's Bella?" I asked, opening my eyes to look at my sister. I saw a strange look pass over her face.

"She's teaching Emmett origami." Alice smiled, a hint of laughter making her eyes sparkle like orbs of gold.

"Origami?" I questioned, frowning. "Bella knows origami?"

"I guess so," she shrugged and studied me, her eyes unreadable. I wished I could know what she was thinking. "I think she's just trying to keep herself busy; she's awfully worried about Charlie. Emmett's the only one who seems to be relaxed. Carlisle's pacing and Rosalie's moping around. Jasper and Esme are just sitting there watching Carlisle."

I hesitated to ask the question that had been burning at the tip of my tongue, "Rosalie...how is...?"

Alice's face darkened and rocked back on her heels. "To make it straight and simple-"

"And honest," I added.

"Yes, and honest, at the moment...she hates you."

"I could've guessed that," I grumbled, daring myself to lean away from the toilet and rest my back against the wall. Alice followed my example and drew her knees up to her chest. We sat like this for several minutes, listening to the noisy storm raging outside. "And why, do you presume, does she hate me?"

Alice hesitated, "Well...I think it's mostly Carlisle. She looks at you and sees what you became and automatically, she thinks we should run off to find this thing. Hey, if all it did for you was turn you human in less than two days, something she has been longing for years for, how bad could it be? I mean, we all agreed as well but..."

"But Carlisle won't let you." I finished grimly. "What? Does he think I'll drop dead any second or something?"

Alice shook her head slowly. "I don't know. I think he's just being cautious...he doesn't want to...jump to conclusions, you might say."

"I love being a guinea pig." I said sarcastically. "Do you realize that Carlisle also tried the vampire thing on me as well?"

Alice made a face. We were silent again. Then:

"What's it like?" she asked, breaking our moment of quiet. I knew immediately what she was referring too.

"Being human?" I huffed out a short laugh. "How am I supposed to know? I've haven't had the chance to actually think about it-with everything from stalking monsters to headless corpses-I'm not sure what to think. But at the moment, I feel very...well...weak and vulnerable..." I grimaced. "I hate it."

Alice pondered this. "You hate the fact of being human or feeling weak?"

I sighed. "I don't know." Suddenly, I felt my stomach squeeze up and I doubled over, feeling my heart beat spike within my chest. "Am I going to throw up?" I asked her with a pained voice, scooting towards the toilet again.

She watched me expressionlessly, "I don't know," she said finally, sounding as though she was admitting to a horrid crime she had committed.

"You don't know?" I spat, feeling my stomach give a heave and I gagged, finding with gratefulness that nothing came out.

"When that thing tampered with you, you totally disappeared from my visions." Alice enunciated slowly, seeming afraid to put me into shock or something. Instead I felt angry.

"That figures," I automatically flushed the toilet, smacking the handle harder than necessary, though there was nothing in the bowl. I watched the swirl of water spin like a small hurricane down into the hole. I scowled. "I don't have anything left in my stomach anyways."

"I'm sorry," she really did look apologetic, "You don't know how horribly useless it makes me feel-and normal." She shivered, her large eyes pleading.

"Welcome to my world," I muttered, using the rounded edge of the sink to hoist myself to my feet.

"It's like you've vanished off the face of the earth along with the werewolves."

"That's temptingly funny," I said sarcastically, testing my stomach to see if it would hold out.

"I wasn't trying to be," Alice countered, watching me as I turned towards my bedroom.

"Whatever," I sank back to the bathroom floor, changing my mind, feeling too nervous about leaving the toilet for too long.

I turned my face from her, so she couldn't read the emotions suddenly bubbling up inside of me. In reality, I was alarmed-that was putting it mildly. What had that thing done to me? I felt slightly panicked, wondering if I would end up like Addy or something close to that effect. There had to be a catch to this human thing-and I was pretty sure Carlisle thought there was too or he and the rest of my family would be streaking like bullets to find this so called ‘monster'. I began to trace the cracks between the tiles on the floor, still keeping my eyes turned from Alice's piercing gaze.

Could Jasper feel my emotions? I paused and thought-yes, he could for I remembered the feeling of peace he had sent at me in the cabin. So, why couldn't Alice see my future? She couldn't see Addy's future either...did that mean anything? She also couldn't see the monster's future, too. Was there a connection? Addy to the monster...the monster to me... nah, there couldn't be a connection; I started to follow the cracks again. Could there? I hadn't been able to hear her thoughts, but I couldn't hear Bella's thoughts as well-that didn't mean she was a monster. I turned these thoughts over in my head, grimacing as my stomach tightened threateningly. I rubbed it absentmindedly. Jasper wasn't able to feel Addy's emotions, nor control them in any way. Did that mean something? That she had no emotions?

I shook my head and relaxed my hand, staring at the ceiling yet not really seeing it. I had never seen such a wide range of emotions displayed by someone in mere minutes as Addy does, vampire or human. Not even Bella could compete with her dramatics.

"Did you come up here just to stare at me or was there something else you wanted?" I asked, eyeing Alice who sat like a statue against the wall. The statue came to life and crawled gracefully closer to me and folded herself down only inches from me.

"What are you concocting in that head of yours, Edward?" Alice asked, tilting her head to one side as she tried to read me.

"I don't know," I said honestly and she said nothing else. I stopped trying to think all this through because my head was beginning to hurt.

Alice leaned her head back and closed her eyes, looking serene. Then: "The lights are going to go out."

"What?"

Just then, the light bulb hanging over head flickered than blinked out, plunging both me and Alice into an almost complete darkness. We didn't speak. I blinked my eyes several times, trying to get them to adjust to the suddenly absence of light. It didn't seem to. I sighed in frustration. "Alice?"

"Hmmm?" A very faint glimpse of white caught me peripheral vision.

"Nothing." I reached out hesitantly and my fingers touched something ice-cold.

"Are you alright?" Alice asked in the dark, her voice just a whisper.

"It's just kind of disconcerting not being able to see anything."

I heard a soft laugh. "I can see you perfectly fine. You look a bit perplexed."

"I feel more than a bit perplexed."

"Maybe you should sleep," she suggested.

"In the bathroom?" I snorted.

"Why not? If you're going to get sick again, you might as well stay in here." Her logic bugged me.

"Whatever," I grumbled, carefully resting my head against the smooth edge of the bathtub. Despite my negativity against Alice, I fell asleep almost right off the bat, my mind drifting as she hummed a gentle tune.

A woman, her long locks of coppery hair cascading down her back, sat at a piano bench. She was wearing a white, simple dress with a blue ribbon tied around the waist, but it made her beautiful-a simplistic beauty that not many woman could master. Her fingers moved along the keys in a poetic dance, creating a light, soothing melody that hung in the air like sparkling stardust. Beneath her, a careworn dog curled up under the bench, its liquid brown eyes large and happy. The windowsill was overflowing with flowers-white, pink, and red-they spilled over the wood frame and sprinkled the floor with petals, like silky pieces of confetti. The golden beams of light shone from the open window, enveloping the room with its warm hug. It gave the woman at the piano a glowing halo, warming her hair till it looked like soothing fire.

I reached out to touch it, to feel the velvet hair but my hand fell through air and I realized that I was suddenly alone. The sun had disappeared and the flowers had wilted. The woman was gone and the piano stood solitary, dented and scraped, as the dream faded to darkness.

I jerked awake and turned, my head cracking against porcelain. "Ow," I hissed.

"Are you all right?" Alice's voice came to me in the blackness of the bathroom.

"Yeah," I answered, rubbing at the tender spot. "How long was I out?"

"Only thirty minutes. You feeling better?"

Aside from feeling sore and achy, my stomach no longer roiled its protest. "I'm fine," I stretched my arms out and, hearing my elbows pop, let them fall back down. I stretched out my hands and patted down my surroundings, trying to create a mental picture of where exactly I was positioned.

"Do you need help?" my sister asked as I let my hands feel up the side of the sink.

"No." I answered, gingerly curling my fingers around the edge of what I thought to be the sinks edge. I used it once again to heave myself to my aching feet. "When are the lights coming back on?"

"I'm not sure but it looks as though it will stay out the rest of the night."

I tilted my chin back and glared at the ceiling though I knew it was a useless feat. Suddenly, I heard Alice groan.

"What?" I asked hurriedly, feeling anxious, I reached again for her in the darkness and felt the icy hardness of her skin against mine. I grimaced.

I felt Alice moving both of her arms and I guessed she had buried her face in her hands. "Between you, Addy, the werewolves, and the monster my visions are so spotty I might as well be blind!"

I opened my mouth to answer, holding back the smirk pressing at the corners of my mouth when I heard the cascading, airy bells of the doorbell being rung.

"Who's that?" I moved as quickly as I could through the darkness, feeling for the doorknob and pulling the bathroom door open.

"Ugh," I heard Alice practically gag. "Werewolf."

"Speak of the devil," I muttered.

"Wait," Alice grabbed my arm in a vice grip.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, feeling for sure that she bruised my arm. Her hand dropped away.

"Sorry. I forgot." Alice offered meekly.

"Obviously," I grouched, rubbing my sore arm.

"I don't think Carlisle wants you down there right now." Alice went on as though she hadn't heard.

"What?" I shook my head at the ridiculous notion and went past her ghostly body.

"Edward," her voice came as a warning, icy and firm, sending an unwanted shiver down my back. "There are werewolves down there who don't know of your...condition-"

"Condition!" I cut in, raising my voice in my anger.

"You're human now, Edward," she lowered her voice in contrast to mine, "You have to accept that fact. You will be standing in the middle of a group of vampires and werewolves and if something goes wrong, you could be killed!"

"I don't care, Alice," I spun to head for the stairs but an icy fetter locked around my upper arm.

"You will stay," she commanded. Even in the dark, I could feel her seething glare burning gold. I tried to twist away from her grasp.

"Let go!" I said between gritted teeth. "I'm apart of this family, I should be aloud to join you down stairs! You are not my boss!"

"Nor do I choose to be, but I am your sister and I care for you and I say you will not go down stairs."

"What is going on here?" Carlisle suddenly appeared beside us, carrying a flashlight, his silhouette glowing in the white beam he kept pointed towards the ground.

"Since when did you need a flashlight?" I said spitefully, my eyes stinging from my anger and the pain of Alice's hand so tight on my arm.

"It's for you," Carlisle answered calmly. My glare grew darker.

"Let go of me, Alice," I demanded, jerking my arm but finding I could not match her strength.

"Only when you stop acting like an arrogant idiot," she snapped back and her cold fingers tightened even more.

"Alice, let him go," Carlisle's voice was obdurate and she immediately released my arm.

Carlisle pointed the beam at me and I could see his face pulled into a frown. "You will stay up here. I don't care what you do but you will not set foot on those stairs. Things are very tense down there and I don't want you or Bella caught in the crossfire."

"Carlisle, that isn't fair," I complained, balling my fist in a struggle to keep my voice down. "I have a right-"

"You have no right actually. This is my home and you will do as I say. Do I make myself clear?"

I didn't answer, only turned my head away from the beam and crossed my arms defiantly. Carlisle sighed.

"Edward, I just don't want you hurt. Stay up here until they're gone then you can come back down. Please try to understand, I just want the best-"

"Don't talk to me as if I were a child, Carlisle." I snatched the flashlight from his hand and jerked backwards when he moved to touch me. "You are not my father so stop acting like it!" The moment I said those words I wanted to somehow stuff them back into my mouth. Carlisle gave me no response; he only stood there watching me in the dark.

Then: "Edward, just go to your room-"

Before he even finished his sentence, I turned, slamming the bathroom door in his face, and vomited into the toilet.

I stared at the ceiling above my bed, spinning the flashlight's beam so that it created a blurred orb above me. I watched it without really seeing it, deep in thought. I had never had such a conflict with Carlisle before nor Alice. Maybe it was just teenage hormones, like Bella goes through with Charlie. I sighed and turned on my stomach letting the shaft of light drop to the gold carpet, my arm hanging over the bed. Even in the dimmest of light I could see the dark bruises spotting my right arm when Alice had grabbed me. I knew she didn't mean to but it still made me angry every time I thought about it and I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep.

There was a sudden, light knock at my door.

"Wha-at?" I groaned, sitting up and wheeling my flashlight at the door. It was open ajar. I narrowed my eyes and waited. "Who's there?" I demanded. There was still no answer. Maybe I had dreamed it. I foolishly aimed the light on the battery powered clock, even though it was unneeded and read the emerald numbers. It was only 2:30 am. This night was dragging on.

"Edward?"

I whirled the beam to find Addy sitting inches away from me on the bed. "Gah!" I yelped, falling backwards and landing with a dull thump on the carpeted floor.

Addy's pixie-doll face appeared over the edge of the bed. "Can I talk to you?"

"What are you doing in here," I hissed, jumping up, trying to retain some of my dignity.

"I just said that I wanted to talk to you." The tiny vampire straightened as well. I had my flashlight glowing right in her face but it didn't seem to bother her. As I examined her white face, dotted with freckles and her gray eyes-I stopped. My stomach jolted and I suddenly felt nauseas.

"What do want?" I said the words roughly, trying to piece together the puzzle that was becoming more and more complex in my head. Addy's face didn't change but I noticed a stir in her eyes.

"Have you ever been in a spot...a situation...that you never wanted to be in...that you never expected to happen?" Addy pulled at the threads to a pillow case, lowering her eyes away from mine.

I studied her in confusion, lowering the beam slightly. "I'm not following you."

Addy screwed her face up as though to cry and her hands curled into fist. She glared at the comforter and we sat in dark silence for several moments. I waited.

Then: "I'm just as confused at you-" she whispered. "There's so many things happening and there are so many choices to make and I don't know what is right anymore. Things are more complex than they told me." With that said, she buried her face in her hands.

"Who told you what," I asked quickly. A piece to the puzzle in my head began trying to fit in.

She didn't answer.

"Addy, if you know something-" I grabbed her arm, trying to make her look at me than immediately snatched my hand back. Her arm was void of cold, her skin pulsed warmth.

"You're not cold," I gasped, fumbling with my flashlight which I had dropped.

Addy was breathing fast now, clutching her head with both hands. I thought I heard her groan.

"What are you," I demanded; my voice shook slightly, taking some of the firmness from my tone. Addy only shook her head, rocking on her knees. I narrowed my eyes at her, keeping the light in her face. "You're not as innocent as you seem...are you?"

Addy didn't offer a contradiction or an agreement, shaking her head, refusing to even look at me.

"Addy," I said slowly, enunciating each word in deliberate slowness. "Do you know what's going on here?"

Nothing. I became more urgent.

"Do you? Do you know why all of this has been happening?" my words came out swift and angry and I realized my heart was beginning to pound inside my chest. "Do you know what that thing is?"

She finally looked up. As she spoke, her child-like innocence dripped from her words. "People die all the time-why should you be any different?"

My pulse spiked and the room began to spin. I drew in a deep breath. "What are talking about? Is something going to happen to me?"

Addy squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips into a thin, stubborn line. Out of pure frustration and panic I threw the flashlight to the floor with all my might, knocking the light out. I grabbed Addy's shoulders in the dark and shook her hard. "Answer me, Addy. Answer me!"

A sound erupted from Addy-a sound that was completely and deeply inhuman. A sound that I never heard anyone or anything make-somewhere between a scream, a snarl, and a gut-wrenching sob. She moved so fast, she was a blur. Suddenly, I was on the floor, my head bursting with pain and my eyes dancing with color. I managed to roll over and I sought the flashlight, found it, and hit it hard on the rug. Light burst forth and I frantically searched the room for her. I found her only a few feet away.

I nearly dropped it again.

Addy's eyes were wide open but had rolled back into her head so that her irises were hidden. Her white eyeballs stared ahead, sightless.

What looked like mucus ran from both nostrils and mixed with foaming venom that seeped from her mouth. Her wet curls trembled as she shook on the floor.

The girl's head moved. Turned slowly toward me. Her mouth parted and she began to suck air in short, tight gasps. Her nostrils flared with each inhalation.

I slowly backed towards the door, inching around her.

Addy dragged in another deep gasp and her back arched as she inhaled. Her mouth opened wider and she growled at me as I past. Foamy bubbles popped in the corner of her mouth.

And then her jaws clamped shut and she began to whimper. A desperate cry for help from a wrinkled face. Her eyes righted themselves for a moment, irises grayed and cloudy, then rolled back into her skull.

I felt my heart rise to my throat. My own fingers were quivering, perhaps more than hers. I bolted for the door. "Carlisle-!" I leapt into the hall and tripped over a tray of food. My head cracked against the opposite wall and I saw stars. When I rolled over, I caught a glimpse of the downstairs through the banister. My heart crashed into my throat.

Then monster was here. It was pacing, growling and snapping as my family circled it. Jasper feinted towards it and the thing took a swipe-he jumped back just in time. Holy shit! I scrambled softly to my feet. I jabbed my flashlight towards Addy again.

"Addy?" I whispered. Addy's jaw stretched in a silent scream; her body shook with such force that she looked as though she would fall apart like a cheap toy.

I hesitated for one second than sprinted for Alice's room. I had to get Bella out of here. With the flashlight guiding my way, I made my way to the room, mentally mapping out a plan to get her out safely, without any harm.

I threw open the door and threw back the covers concealing the curled up lump in the middle of the bed. Bella's eyes flew open; I clapped a hand over her mouth lest she screamed.

"We have to get out of here," I whispered urgently, "Don't scream-just follow me." She nodded slowly, her eyes wide. "Don't talk," I instructed, releasing her and spinning the flashlight around the room, looking for anything hidden.

Bella grabbed the hooded sweatshirt I had let her borrow from the bedpost, pulled it over her head, and I grabbed her good arm and led her back down the hall. I paused momentarily in front of my room and let my flashlight give a sweep of light in.

She was gone.

I didn't have time to think about it. Shaking my head, I took us to a large tapestry hanging by Carlisle's office. I pushed it aside and revealed a hidden door with a large brass knob. When we had first built this house, Carlisle had insisted on this for reasons I didn't even know. But, as me and Bella slipped into it and I quietly latched it shut, I silently blessed his genius thinking. Carlisle sure had a way of making things work out just right. Did he have any idea that a day like this would come? The passage way led down two narrow flights of stairs and into the back of the kitchen where you had a clear ten feet to the back door.

"Edward, what's going on?" Bella asked finally, her voice panicked as I pulled her along. She clutched my hand tightly, her nails digging into the flesh of my palm.

"It came back," I said in a low voice, my heart giving a pang as I heard her whimper. "Shh, Bella, you're alright. I won't let anything hurt you." As I said this, I suddenly felt sick. For the first time, in I don't know how many times I had said this phrase, that I wasn't entirely sure that I meant it. Could I really protect if I was called to? Or would it just be a repeat of the chaotic night at the cabin? I twisted the doorknob at the end of the tunnel and we both spilled out into the kitchen. What I was doing-running like this-felt the cowardly act above all other cowardly acts?

Maybe being a vampire wouldn't be so bad after all.

My heart stopped.

It was swaying, rocking from one foot to the other like a drunk, its empty eyes watching me without break. Its shirt was torn from the shoulder and a chunk of hair seemed to have been ripped from its scalp. It slouched over, almost in a crouch, its shoulder bones protruding from its back. As it breathed, its chest rose fast, producing a clicking nose that echoed in the kitchen. I suddenly wished I didn't have the light of the candles surrounding us or the flashlight in my hand.

There was more than one?

"Oh, god," I whispered, slowly backing away until Bella and I were pressed against the edge of the counter. The thing, the monster, seemed to look away briefly and I attempted a side step. Its head snapped back to me and it bared its teeth, a terrifying hiss escaping its lips.

It curled its hands like claws, preparing to spring. "Go!" I shouted, pushing Bella towards the backdoor, simultaneously dropping like a rock to the floor, waiting for impact as the thing leapt with blinding speed.

It didn't come.

There was a piercing cry and I saw a brief glimpse of brown and blue. Addy and the monster crashed into the refrigerator. The machine bounced against the wall than fell forward. It was faster though, with a growl reverberating from its chest it flung back and disappeared through the back door with a slam, tearing out the screen in its anger. The refrigerator crashed down on the linoleum, pinning Addy so that I could only see one of her small hands and her feet sticking out from the other side.

She was only like that for a moment though. With her newborn strength, she heaved up the large kitchen appliance and sent it sliding across the kitchen floor. It was back, hurling through the glass window, snapping its teeth at Addy and she arched her back and hissed like a cat in response. It was like they were frozen in a horror movie, both of them baring their teeth. They glared at each other, neither one making a sound. I saw Addy rise up slightly on the balls of her feet and the frozen scene split into action. They flew at each other, a blur, and met in a deafening collision. The kitchen shuddered beneath me from the force.

There was a scream and suddenly the monster was thrown back, into a row of expensive cabinets. The chandelier swayed above me, the glass crystals shivering on their gold chains. Addy righted herself up and something that looked like thick, yellow puss was oozing from her neck. Her chest heaved and her blue tee-shirt was torn. Bending her knees, she sprang towards the attacker, slamming into the wall again, creating a spider-webbed cracked dent. The bar from which the chandelier hung suddenly ripped halfway off the ceiling, thin wires sticking out like hair from the half-moon hole.

Addy appeared out of nowhere, taking my arm and pulling me with too fast a speed towards the back door; yanking me out of the way right before the light fixture hit the tiled floor with a tremendous, cataclysmic crash. Glass flew.

"Run, Edward," she cried, taking hold of the monster's arm and flinging it into the stove, which caved in, its white ceramic covering breaking into large, jig-saw pieces. I didn't hesitate to obey.

I went for the woods, knowing that this was the path that Bella would have taken, though the snow had already covered her tracks. I wondered how far she could have gotten in this weather and I prayed it wasn't too far.

I ran, tree limbs and brambles scratching, grabbing, tripping, and slapping me as if they were bony hands, reaching for me out of the darkness. I ran pell-mell, my feet unsure in the deep snow. I beat at the limbs with flailing arms, desperately searching for a sign of Bella, falling over hidden logs, getting up and darting to the left, than to the right.

"Bella!" I yelled through the blistery wind. "Bella, where are you?!"

Then all at once the ground was gone and I stumbled and went flying. I saw the tree braches whipping towards me. They slapped me, lashed me. I tumbled...spun...crashing through them. I grabbed a limb; it tore lose from my hand. Sheer terror and panic gutted my stomach, making me feel as if I were to be sick. My body smacked into another, slowing my fall enough to grab on; the rest of my body flew past snapping my arm at the weight. There was a loud crack and fiery pain lanced up my arm. I released the limb with a gasp of pain and slid the rest of the way down, gritting my teeth at the jarring ride, rolling through the snow until I came to a complete rest at the bottom. I shivered in the wet snow.

"God," I gritted, clutching my injured arm to my chest. Bright, red blood began to seep through the sleeve of the shirt, a small splotch that quickly grew bigger. My hands were scraped and also bleeding. I turned my eyes away from the blood, breathing deeply. "Damn it!" I cursed, my eyes watering from the pain. I didn't want to look at it-but I knew it was bad and I prayed to all the powers of the earth that my bone hadn't pierced through. I struggled to my feet, managed to stumble forward a few feet before falling again. My equilibrium had been thrown off.

After a few minutes of panting in ragged breaths, I decided just to lie still to catch my breath and gain back my balance. Bruised, dizzy, nauseated, I went limp, trying not to move and waited as the icy twilight continued on.

"Edward?" warm lips touched mine pulling me from the slumber I had fallen in. "Edward, wake up." The voice sounded scared, close to tears.

I opened my eyes and saw a shivering Bella hovered over me, her hair damp and her skin white.

"I thought you were dead for a moment." She whispered, her fingers trailing from my hair and following the line of my jaw. Her fingers were icy against my numb skin.

"Are you alright," I asked groggily. "Are you hurt anywhere."

Bella slowly shook her head and showered me with another gentle kiss. She was terrified.

Using my good arm as a brace, I pushed myself upright and looked around. Twilight was fading into a gray, chilly dawn. The snow had stopped momentarily and we were surrounded by what could have been Narnia, judging by all the diamond like icicles hanging from the treetops and the thick sheet of pure white snow blanketing the earth.

"Did we go through the wardrobe, Lucy?" I mumbled with a sleepy grin.

"What?" Bella looked at me quizzically than in fear. "Did you hit your head really hard?"

I shook my head. "Never mind." I looked down and it was then that I saw the sleeve of my arm completely saturated with blood and I had left behind a bright stain in the snow. "That isn't good."

Bella looked towards the treetops, breathing in deeply and evenly. "I'm trying not to look at it." She informed, her jaw trembling. "You've lost a lot though. You can't go back to sleep."

I silently agreed. Looking around at the quiet world I wondered about my family and hoped that they were alright.

"I should've been there to help."

"What?" Bella snapped her head towards me.

I hadn't realized I had spoken aloud. "It's...it's hard being...human." I admitted sullenly, blinking as the snowy bark of the trees began to spin.
I knew Bella could've bite back with a smart comment and, maybe in any other time she would have, but now she only nodded slowly, biting her lip and moving closer to my side. "I agree, Edmund."

I looked at her. She was smiling softly, her dark eyes sparkling from hidden laughter.

"So you did know what I was talking about."

"Well, duh." Bella punched my arm playfully.

"Ow," I exclaimed.

"That was actually the first time I've ever physically hurt you."

I glowered at her. "And judging by the mark you're going to leave me, it won't be the last time either.

Suddenly, Bella drew her knees up to her chest and she rested her chin on them, wrapping her arms around her legs. "I'm scared, Edward." She whispered, her voice breaking on my name. "And cold and hungry..."

A searing pain burned through my chest and I looked away quickly. She knew I couldn't protect her anymore. She knew I couldn't be the person she needed anymore. "Bella..." I stopped, trying to swallow with my dry throat. "I'm so sorry."

Bella curled up against my good side, resting her cheek on my shoulder. "I love you, Edward. That's all that matters at this point. As long as we're together-that's all I need. Even if we end up freezing to death."
I closed my eyes, and rested my cheek on her hair. But I couldn't stop my mind from racing with ‘what if' thoughts. "Bella,"

"Hmm?"

"I need to lay down...my head is spinning like a dervish."

Bella quickly sat up and began to pull off her sweatshirt.

"What are you doing?" I demanded angrily. "Keep your sweater on! I don't want you getting cold over me."

"Well, I don't want you lying down in cold with nothing under you."

"Than I won't lie down."

"Edward..." she started in frustration than suddenly let out a piercing scream, pointing behind me. I leapt about a foot in the air. "Oh, Edward-"

Suddenly Carlisle was there, with Esme, Emmett, and Rosalie. Esme immediately scooped Bella into her arms.

"Shh, honey, it's only us. We were so worried about you two."

"It was a smart thing to use the passage way," Emmett put in, keeping a good distance between us. I realized what was causing him to be weary.

Carlisle crouched down beside me and pressed his hand against my neck, checking my pulse. "Let me see your arm." He said softly.

"No," I said quickly, clutching my arm tighter to my chest.

"I'll be careful," he soothed. With gentle hands he pulled my bloodied arm away from my body. I winced but realized that he was being so careful that the pain wasn't too bad. His obsidian eyes were concerned but were also hiding something else-something bad.

"Oww..." I moaned when his fingers pressed against the swollen skin. I tried to pull the arm back but his hands were unmovable.

"You've lost some blood," he said quietly. He removed his collared shirt, revealing only his bare chest and wrapped it tightly around the arm, so fast that I only had time to gasp afterwards. "It's a pretty bad break." He continued.

"Carlisle," my voice came out hoarse and I realized I felt dizzy. Carlisle looked up, his face gentle and waiting for me to continue. "Where's..." I shook my head slowly. "I'm going to be sick..." I finished, my head falling forward when it became too much to hold up.

"We have to get them out of the cold and get them some food." Carlisle said, lifting me to my feet and supporting most of my weight. I remembered what I was going to ask.

"Where's Alice and Jasper?" I asked or more like mumbled, blinking fast to ward off the dark splotches.

Carlisle said nothing.

An edge of panic entered my voice as I interpreted his silence and I suddenly found the strength to look up. "Carlisle, tell me."

Carlisle lowered his eyes to look into mine. A swell of despondency filled them and he took a cold, marble hand to brush my cheek.

"Alice is gone."