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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*


8. Home

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There was a woman-her sheets were twisted around her rail-thin body, her skin was gray and shined with glittering sweat. Her bronze colored hair, damp and matted, spilled over the lumpy pillow and over the edge of the bed's skinny mattress. Her eyes rolled under her blue-veined lids, her fingers twitched and dried, yellow vomit stained her covers. A man bent over her, a stethoscope hanging from his neck, his face pulled into a worried frown. He gently grasped her hand and spoke quiet, soothing words to her ear.

She mumbled something unintelligible and pulled her hand from his. Her eyes flickered open; they were like deep emeralds at the bottoms of clear waters, shimmering from unshed tears.

"Edward..." she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Edward..."

She tried to rise her head, she tried raising herself up into a sitting position but it was a futile effort.

"Edward..." she repeated her cracked voice somewhat stronger this time. "Edward..."

"Edward..." someone was shaking me by the shoulders, pulling me up from a lake of slumber and I could feel myself surfacing, my dreams scattering like dust in the wind. "Edward, wake up!"

I opened my eyes groggily; feeling disoriented and pushed back the covers from my sweating body. "What's going on?" I mumbled, blinking fast as I sat up. Bella was on her knees next to me on the mattress, her hair frazzled. She was still wearing the shirt Carlisle let her borrow. She smiled at me.

"We're going home-we're leaving now," she informed me quietly, dark locks of her hair falling over her shoulder. I looked towards the window. Twilight was barely ending; the sun was just now peeking over the horizon, rubbing the cloud sleepers from its eyes. Thick fog wove misty patterns through the trees. It was just too early.

The sleep dust was still gathered under my eyes and I groaned, letting myself fall back against the pillow. "Now?"

Bella gave a short laugh and rested her head on my chest. "Now you know how I feel most of the time these days."

I grumbled and closed my heavy eyelids, willing the darkness to suck me in again. All I needed was five more minutes of sleep. That was all I needed to break through this fog I was in.

"Edward?"

I opened my eyes slowly and Bella was pulling herself away from me, her expression troubled. In the dim light of the room, I saw tears sparkling in her eyes. One managed to escape and it dripped down onto the comforter, leaving a tiny stain.

"Bella, love, what's wrong?" I asked gently, using my thumb to catch another tear clinging to the edge of her jaw.

She let out a hoarse laugh in spite of herself and swiped at her damp face, pulling away from my hand. I sat up and waited in concern, ignoring the dizzy spell that followed. She fidgeted nervously, keeping her eyes from my gaze.

"Bella, what is it?" I asked when she didn't say anything and I wrapped my arms around her and cradled her against me, resting my cheek against her soft hair.

Her voice came out as a barely a whisper and I had to strain myself to hear her. "I can hear you heart." She pressed a hand against my chest and said nothing else, her body tense as she felt the life beating steadily within me.

Than Bella pulled away again, rubbing her eyes. "I guess it didn't really hit me yesterday-the shock and all..." she paused briefly to drag in a shaky breath; she looked faint, "and now-it's just-just too much...too much to take in...I guess it really hit me when I saw you bleeding..." she looked down in her lap, her fingers working the sheets nervously.

I sat in silence as well, a battle raging within me. I couldn't think of something to say. I, myself, was still trying to overcome the shock myself, the fearing of actually meeting my family face to face. Fear of judgment, I guessed, or of being rejected. I sighed deeply and counted slowly back from ten before reopening my eyes.

"Bella," I murmured, using the tip of my finger to tilt her chin so I could look her in the eyes. They were wide and still glistening with tears. "I'm still the same Edward I was before. I still love you more than anything in this world; you're still my Bella." I hesitated, than added: "I'm just a bit more, well, vulnerable than I once was."

Bella smiled faintly at that, "I know." The blood rushed to her cheeks turning them a bright pink.

I lowered my face so that the tip of our noses touched and I tilted my head. Bella closed her eyes and our lips grazed gently where we lingered for a several moments.

The door suddenly opened and we jerked apart in surprise. Carlisle was standing there, looking sheepish. "I'm sorry, I should have knocked."

Both Bella and I looked at each other, still startled from the sudden interruption.

"That's okay," Bella said first, scratching at the sutures still holding her neck wound together, her face red again. I noticed that her black eyes that had resulted from the blow to her nose, had faded.

"Are we leaving now?" I asked, looking away from Bella and to my father figure, trying to fill the sudden awkward silence. "Can I at least take a shower?"

"He definitely needs it," Bella added. "No offense."

"None taken," I rolled my eyes at her. She beamed.

Carlisle checked his watch with a flash of his honey gold eyes and nodded. "Make it quick," he smiled and turned back to the door, opening it softly and disappearing without a sound, allowing the door to shut behind him.

The hot water was heaven as it beat upon my back. It soothed my aching muscles and relaxed the jumble of thoughts bouncing like ping-pongs around in my head. I stood still for several minutes, staring at the rivulets the water made as it hit the floor of the porcelain tub. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what my dream had been about before Bella had woke me. I haven't had such a dream in so long it was still a bit shocking and I had to take in some deep breaths to keep my seemingly untamed heart calm.

My family had come to mine and Bella's rescue last night. Their timing was impeccable and Addy assured me that if they had been even a minute later I would have been dead. I thanked her for the remark and shed away from her, her presence causing me a feeling of unease. It seemed as though the thing had fled the moment everyone had arrived, caught off guard and frightened, unwilling to fight the numbers suddenly present. Bella had been left unharmed: except for a few scraps, she got off pretty well. That thing must have it really in for me or I must have made it really mad without my knowing of it.

I shut off the spout of steaming water and brushed aside the plastic curtain, snatching the white towel from the hook. Beside from being clean, the shower had relatively done me no good. I still felt achy and feeble and I longed to lie down, letting the surreal hands of unconsciousness get their grip and drag me down into a pool of utter oblivion.

I stood with my face buried in the towel, letting the moisture drip from body and pool on the tiles, spotless despite my blood rejection just yesterday morning. I could feel my head pounding with each beat of my heart, it throbbed pulsed with burning pain.

"I thought a shower was supposed to help you," I groaned to myself, pulling the towel away from my face and reaching for my clean clothes resting on the closed toilet. The mirror was fogged so I couldn't see my reflection and the air was steamy. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a clean white tee-shirt than pulled on my blue hooded sweatshirt, grateful that someone gave me the courtesy of washing it. It smelled clean and fresh and felt soft over my body. Slipping on a pair of tennis shoes, I unlocked the new bathroom door and glanced up and down the narrow hall for any sign of life...or vampire. I saw nothing.

When I peered into my bedroom, Bella was gone and the bed was made, the corners of the covers neatly turned down. The shutters had been shut and lamps

unplugged. I shut the door and sighed, gathering up the courage that had suddenly fled me. I padded as soft as I could down the staircase, hearing the collection of voices gathered in the living room. I hesitated on the bottom step, my heart thumping in my throat.

"Edward!"

I jumped and saw tiny Addy, with her curly dark hair, grinning at me. She had appeared literally out of nowhere, almost knocking me off balance. I pressed a hand to my chest as though to catch my heart which had suddenly broke into a sprint.

"Shh!" I shook a finger and glared at her, feeling annoyed.

She held a hand to her mouth and gave a muffled giggle. "I'm sorry." Her pale red eyes watched me unwaveringly as I tread away from the stairway and to the living room like a lamb to the slaughter. My entire family was there, waiting for me. Alice and Esme were sitting causally on the couch. Jasper stood by the window and Emmett sat in the overstuffed arm chair. Carlisle was moving slowly towards me, his ever present smile warm on his face. Rosalie was standing by the door, her arms crossed over her chest and a horrific glare darkening her face. I looked away quickly and tried to focus on Carlisle, forcing in deep breaths. Never had I felt so panicked before in the presence of my family and I was suddenly desperate for Bella.

"Hey, human boy," Emmett crowed, grinning at me with a set of brilliant white teeth. "How's it going?"

"Shut-up," I snapped at him, shooting a sneer his direction. But my cheeks were flaming with embarrassment at his quip.

"Leave him be, Emmett," Alice waved a hand his direction and stood, dancing gracefully over to my spot. "You're just jealous."

Jasper was watching me curiously, keeping his distance. I suddenly realized that I was now a target too-someone he had to struggle to be around. Just as Bella has been for the past almost three years, I know had to be as careful as possible lest one wrong move would send me spiraling for death. The thought made me feel extremely uneasy. I felt a calm wave wash over me and I knew it couldn't trusted. I eyed him balefully; he only offered me a faint smile.

I could say I was going literally insane, with my family staring at me with wonder in their eyes. My mind was clear of their thoughts-it was almost a scary feeling without constant silent comments echoing in my head. I felt very open, like my brain would just flutter away without its usual anchor. I wanted to know what they were thinking, how they were taking this all in. It was extremely frustrating. I had grown used to not being able to know Bella's thoughts but now it was everyone and I would be constantly guessing for now on. It felt too normal for my taste.

"He looks pale, Carlisle," Esme fussed, following Alice's footsteps to hover near me. Her motherly instincts had gone to hyper drive-I could see that and a sudden vision of my days to come under her care flashed before my eyes. I internally groaned.

"I think he looks kinda green." Emmett corrected with a snicker. "Haven't you thrown up enough, already, Edward?"

Carlisle shot him a deadly look that almost made me shudder before he turned to me and placed his icy hands on my shoulders. I flinched.

"We'll stop on the way and get something for you and Bella to eat. Are you feeling dizzy?"

I didn't like the attention and I scowled. "I have a headache, if that means anything to you."

"You're blood sugar's low," the doctor observed. "It won't be long before we can get some food in your system."

A warm hand suddenly entwined with mine and I saw Bella standing next to me, a comforting smile on her heart-shaped face. She could feel my stress and she gave my hand a tight squeeze as though to say ‘relax!'.

Alice was already heading towards the door. "I saw a small diner about a half-hour's drive up the road." She opened the door and a jet of blistering wind clawed its way in. It was snowing again and the sun had disappeared behind a gray-white blanket of clouds and the world outside had darkened once more. I shivered and tucked my chin to my neck for warmth, wishing I had a thick coat to put on. "We should get going-we'll be home before dark if we leave now." No one could doubt Alice.

Home. Just the thought of it brought a home-sick ache in the pit of my stomach. It was Alice who had brought up the fact of returning home. If it's not safe here, she had said. Than its not going to be safe anywhere else. We might as well go home. I agreed with her whole-heartedly-well as whole hearted as you could get while hanging over a toilet vomiting.

I grimaced at that thought. The moment I saw the bright blood on my hand from my nose, was the moment that I threw-up mucus all over Carlisle's front. The man had brushed it off, saying that he had had worst things thrown on him in the emergency room. That didn't help my utter humiliation though. He had said it was because my body was stressed, Esme had said it was high-strung nerves (I've always been a high-strung person, she had added), and Addy had suggested that I was dying. We all ignored her.

Carlisle helped me and Bella into the red jeep which was miraculously clean as well and got in the drivers seat, turning the heat on full blast. Bella and I huddled to together and I pulled my hood up over my head, flinching as she wrapped her cold hands around my left hand. Alice got in next to me, smirking about something I couldn't know, and Esme climbed into the front. The rest were going on foot and would meet us up at the house this evening. I cringed at the thought of seeing Rosalie again and facing her wrath. According to Bella, she was not too happy about my transformation.

The thirty minutes flew by; I had fallen asleep most of the duration of the drive. Carlisle had driven slower than usual because the snow had pasted the roads thickly and came down in white sheets making it impossible to see-for me anyways. Alice had grumbled a couple times about the progress we were making saying that if we went any slower, we would start going backwards. Carlisle had finally silence her with an almost serious glare. But we made it to the diner in due time and Carlisle slowed when we saw the large yellow sign crowned with a layer of snow

Me and Bella jumped from the jeep and we trudged our way towards the small diner, both of us sighing with relief when we hit the heated-warm air inside. I stomped out my feet at the entrance and pushed the hood back from my face. Bella mimicked me and unbuttoned her jacket and pulled off her gloves.

"Go ahead and find yourself a seat!" Someone called to us from the back. Bella took my hand and guided me to a back booth where we slid in next to each other with Esme, Carlisle and Alice across from us.

"Order whatever you like, Bella," Carlisle offered quietly than looked at me. "You too, Edward."

I froze for only a second than gingerly picked up the menu and opened it up, reading the greasy meals with wide eyes. We didn't have food back in the early nineteen hundreds like this and I felt totally clueless as to what to get. I looked over at Bella but she was reading the options without even looking at me.

"Can I start you with something to drink?" A round woman with wild red hair sauntered up to us. Her name tag read Betsy. She eyed Carlisle while chewing a wad of gum.

"Orange juice, please," Bella said.

I looked at her than at Alice across from me, knowing my face looked blank.

"Nothing for the three of us," Alice gestured to her and our two parents. Betsy turned on me.

"What about you, hon?" she asked with a nosy chomp of her gum.

I hesitated again. "Um, same as her, I guess," I pointed a thumb at Bella and the waitress scribbled on her yellow note pad.

"I'll bring it right out."

I went back to studying the menu; scrunching my eyebrows and I picked through the breakfast selection, finding nothing that looked remotely appealing. Cautiously, I peered over the top of the menu and saw that my two parents weren't paying attention to my naiveté. Alice, though, was grinning in amusement. I shot her a camouflaged glare, which she echoed back.

Just then, Betsy returned and plopped down two glasses of thick, yellow liquid in front of me. I handed one to Bella, who immediately sipped hers. I swished it around. It looked awfully thick and pulpy to me.

"Y'all ready to order?"

Bella sat down her menu and smiled politely. "Can I just have some bacon, eggs, and toast?"

"How do you want you eggs?" Betsy chomped out.

"Scrambled."

"And your toast?"

"Wheat, please."

Betsy turned to me. "And you?"

I looked at the slick menu again, my eyes swiveling for something. The chubby waitress blew out a pink bubble and popped it loudly. "Did you want something?" she prodded impatiently. Carlisle, Esme, and Alice watched me, looking as though they were enjoying this immensely.

"Er, I'll have the same thing, er, please,"

"Eggs scrambled?"

"Er...yes."

"Wheat toast?"

"Yes." I set down my menu and slumped in my seat as she walked away, trying to hide my burning face. Carlisle looked as though he was suppressing a smile.

I looked down at my juice again and lifted it carefully, eyeing the substance with an analytical face.

"Edward, you're driving me insane," Alice huffed finally, pushing the table so that the some of the juice splashed over the rim of the plastic glass and onto my hand. "Just take a drink and get it over with. It's not like it'll bite you back."

I glared at her again and lifted the glass to my lips. Bella watched me carefully as I took a sip. It was tangy and sharp but, to my surprise, I liked it. I gulped the rest of it down.

"Pig," Bella teased, giggling as she took another dainty sip of hers. I knocked her elbow just as she lifted the glass and it spilled from her mouth and down the front of her shirt.

"Oops." I raised my eyebrows innocently. "Please excuse my clumsiness; I don't know what came over me." Esme watched our exchange with a beaming smile.

Just then, Betsy popped up again and slid our plates into place. "Enjoy." With that, she waltzed away, chomping her gum like a cow would chew its cud.

Both Bella and I studied our plates.

"So," Bella began. "Aren't you gonna take a bite?"

"What? Am I your guinea pig? If I gag on it, then you know to accidentally knock it to the floor?" I accused

"It does look kinda weird."

Alice sighed.

I shoved my plate at her. "You eat it then." I challenged.

"Just eat the toast, at least," Carlisle said, breaking in as he put his arm around Esme shoulders. "We'll get something more fitting when we get back."

"I don't want to waste your money." Bella said meekly.

All four of us laughed at her and she blushed a bright red.

So we both ate our toast-it was soggy and cold-and Carlisle left enough money on the table to cover the cost and we all exited into the wintry cold, with Betsy the waitress watching us, and we piled into the huge jeep. The heat was turned on high again and I pressed a palm against one of the vents, waiting for the relieving warmth to spread down my arm.

When we were settled and driving down the white road, I leaned my face down near Bella's. "How're you feeling?" I murmured, placing a gentle kiss on the smooth line of her jaw.

"Better." She said, sighing and leaning against me. "What about you?"

"Better." I said with a smile, pulling her close to me. I kissed again, this time on her reddened cheek. She closed her eyes and settled into a doze. I rested my head against the back of the vinyl seat and closed my eyes as well, feeling the warmth of Bella's breath heating my neck.

We spent the next hour in comfortable silence, with Alice humming a gentle tune and with Bella curled up against me. I sleepily watched the chalky white world whiz past without really seeing it. I was lost in my own thoughts and uncertainties. My family seemed to have accepted me without much fault-well, everyone except Rosalie. But Carlisle must had talked with them though, before seeing me, so their initial shock must had faded by the time I met up with them in the living room. Bella seemed fine, which what I had been really worried about. I had been a restless night last night, with weird dreams flitting through my unconsciousness and my worrying in the intervals. What had happened yesterday evening was only a mild example of something worse that could happen and me not being able to protect Bella efficiently enough. That was my worst fear: not being able to be the kind of person she needed. I was so deep within myself that I didn't even notice that we were coming to a stop until Alice spoke.

"What are you doing, Carlisle?"

Bella straightened and craned her neck to look out the window, apparently she wasn't as asleep as she looked. A blue mini-van was parked on the side of the road with smoke spewing out of its back pipe and its red lights flashing like two red eyes blinking at us through the wind and the snow.

"Do they need help?" Esme asked, using her chilled hand to wipe at the fogged glass.

"I don't know."

I opened the door first as Carlisle slid to a stop, flinching against the cold and walked over to the stopped vehicle without a second thought.

"Edward," I heard my father warn me quietly but I kept going with Bella behind me. The snow crunched loudly beneath our feet, announcing our presence to the rest of the world.

"This doesn't feel right," I heard her whisper and she shivered, her eyes darting around fearfully. I didn't respond. I wasn't being cautious and I realized that but I knew my guilty feeling and moved towards the window.

I knocked on the window and saw a young man sitting in the driver's seat. His head was turned to the passenger, his hands folded in his lap. He didn't appear to have noticed me. I knocked louder and the cold glass hurt my knuckles as they struck the pane. He still didn't respond. I could a bright line of blood trickling down his neck. He must be injured.

I hesitated only a moment than opened the car door and a strange, thick stench wafted out to greet me. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"Edward, wait!" I heard Carlisle command, but it was too late.

"Sir?" I was asking, reaching out a hand to shake his shoulder carefully.

The young man's head lolled than fell from his shoulders, hitting the steering wheel with a thud before landing in the snow, its eyes wide open and its mouth gaping. I jumped backwards with a wild gasp, the orange juice and toast rushing up for another visit. The crimson blood created a circle in the snow and the now headless body slumped over against the steering wheel.

Bella screamed and shielded her eyes and falling to her knees before she screamed again. Esme gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Alice froze, her expression blank and her eyes dark. I could tell she wasn't breathing.

I fell back on my haunches, breathing rapidly, unable to rip my eyes from the morbid sight. I swallowed back the bile in my throat as Carlisle stepped in my view, blocking the scene. "I don't think I'm very hungry anymore." Then I dropped my head into my hands and heaved out a gut-wrenching sob.