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My Beautiful Rescue

Bella is the new girl in Forks. When a scare alerts her to some unexplainable activities, she doesn't know what to do. She soon finds herself in love with somebody who isn't exactly supposed to love her back. Bella/Carlisle

This is Bella/Carlisle m'dears. Just throwing that out there. If you don't like it DO NOT read it. Really. I don't want one star reviews shouting "THIS IS GROSS"... and if I get them, I may be forced to throw on of my knight friends at your face. :D

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Carlisle grabbed a hold of my arm. “Edward,” he murmured.

Edward nodded. “I've got her. You tell Esme, and quickly.” He took me from Carlisle and all but carried me up the stairs.

I could smell whoever was at the door very, very clearly. It was a familiar scent, just magnified. It was much stronger than I had anticipated, and I closed my eyes. I didn't know who was at the door, but they would be thankful for Edward if they knew that he was the only thing keeping me from killing. My throat burned, and I struggled to get out of Edward's grasp. I was going mad with the thirst, the absolute yearning for the human's blood.

Mere seconds later, Edward had me locked in his bedroom, and I knew I had no chance of escaping. If I tried, Edward would most definitely catch me before I even got to the door.

“Edward, it hurts!” I exclaimed. No matter how recently I fed, human blood set my throat on fire. My eyes flicked from the door to his face.

“Bella, I cannot let you go. That is your mother down there,” he insisted, his voice hushed. He pushed me onto the couch and kept his hand wrapped tightly around my arm.

I closed my eyes and sat very still. I didn't dare take a single breath. It was hard to think of anything besides the awful dry feeling in me mouth, but what Edward said certainly did it. I was thirsting for my own mother! Talk about twisted... I would never get used to it.

“Renee is down there?” I asked with my last bit of oxygen.

Edward nodded. “She found Emmett's little drawings and decided she wanted to ask us about them,” he growled.

I frowned and listened to what was going on downstairs. Esme was the one to answer the door.

“Hello, Renee,” she greeted quietly, kindly.

“Hello...” replied Renee. It was silent for a moment.

“She's holding a camera,” murmured Edward, staring at the wall behind me. He was reading her mind.

“Would you like to come in?” suggested Esme. I assumed the answer was yes when the front door closed. “Have a seat. Can I get you anything?”

Edward frowned. “Renee's thought's are very erratic right now,” he complained. “She is thinking about so many things...”

“Can you blame her?” I asked.

Edward shook his head.

“No, I'm fine... I actually came here to...” Renee paused for a moment. “I don't know how to phrase this,” she admitted.

“Why don't you just tell me what it is that you are thinking?” suggested Esme.

I heard Renee rummage around her purse and then the beep of a camera. “I found these today, after the... the...” She paused while she held in a sob.

Before Esme could say anything, I heard Emmett clear his throat.

“What is he doing?” I asked quickly.

“He is just going to tell the truth,” answered Edward.

“Mom, I know who made the drawings. It was me. I went to the funeral today, but I didn't want to show my face. I thought people would be mad at me because I... I'm part of the reason they're dead. I'm sorry,” he muttered.

It was silent for a moment. Edward was studying my face closely.

“If you wanted to go to the funeral, you would have been more than welcome,” whispered Renee. “I'm sure she... would have wanted you there. I think I need to go now,” said Renee quickly.

Esme opened the door for her. “Please, do not hesitate to visit again,” she said cordially.

“Goodbye,” said Renee. I could hear her footsteps running across the porch and to her car.

“You know, Emmett is telling the truth. He is sorry that you cannot be with your family anymore. He did do quite a lot of convincing to get you to go on that stupid trip with us, and he regrets it. I'm sorry, too, Bella,” said Edward, looking into my eyes.

I shook my head. “Please don't feel sorry,” I croaked. My throat was killing me. I was glad my mother was driving away from the house. I wouldn't put her in danger anymore if she were far away from me. But I was also devastated. I didn't know when I would be around her again, andI missed her terribly.

“But I am sorry,” he insisted. He put his hand on my cheek. “You deserve better than this life.”

I looked down at my lap. “At least I'm not dead.”

Edward tilted my chin so I could look into his eyes. Something flashed in them quickly. He kept his hand on my cheek. We didn't speak.

Before I could talk, the door swung open.

“Thank you for taking Bella, Edward.” It was Carlisle.

Edward frowned, but didn't take his hand off of my face. “It was my pleasure,” he said curtly. He stood and offered me his hand. I took it.

“Bella, Esme wanted a word with you,” said Carlisle.

I nodded. I had some questions to ask her, too.

I found her in the kitchen. “Hi, Esme,” I said quietly. I still didn't think she liked me very much at all... I didn't like thinking that I was the reason for their divorce.

Esme kept her back to me. She was preparing something on the counter, which confused me because nobody in the family ate food. “Hello, Bella.”

“How did she look? Was it awful? Was she crying? Did she look too sad?” I asked quickly. I stopped abruptly, and would have been blushing if I could.

Esme turned around and leaned against the counter. “She didn't look good, Bella, and I'm so, so sorry for that.”

I frowned. Everyone was saying sorry... I didn't like it. It was my fault.

“And I'm also sorry that I've been so cold to you. You don't deserve it, and I don't like acting that way. I feel terrible.” She took a deep breath. “I hope you forgive me.”

I smiled. I had been wanting to be friends with Esme since the beginning. I had thought that she was the one who wanted nothing to do with me.

“Of course I do!” I exclaimed.

Before we could talk anymore, the sound of a slamming door echoed through the house. “You're being completely unreasonable!” exclaimed Edward. He stormed down the stairs and out the front door.

Esme looked at me. “Someone's quite popular around here,” she said, grinning.

I put my face in my hands. The family was breaking apart and it was all my fault.