Every thing was perfect, I had Edward, Jacob wasn't a problem-why did she screw it all up? For a few precious moments Bella Swan's life and future were good and secure. Now with Fate, Victoria, and the Volturi intervening, what will Bella and Edward do to set there life together back on track?
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7. Chapter 7
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When I awoke, I looked up at Edward, my eyes full of questions, as everyone went quiet, probably sensing the problem. It was... ominous. Something major had to be going on. The rest of the family, besides Edward and Alice, looked clueless. It was obvious that something was wrong. I could feel the tension, it was palpable-most likely due to Jasper as he tried to calm everyone down whilst he battled against Alice and Edward's emotions.
"How much time do we have left?" Edward asked Alice at such a speed that I could barely catch it. He looked as if an enormous amount of grief was suddenly put on his shoulders, and as if he had to make the most important decision he had ever made in his entire life. And that scared me to no end.
"Not much, it will happen soon, very soon. Maybe seconds, maybe minutes, maybe hours, but you definitely don't want to wait. If you did, the consequences would most likely be dire-for all of us," Alice replied at the same velocity as Edward.
What could Alice have seen that would cause such a response in Edward? I couldn't think of anything that could be that bad besides the Volturi. What would they want now? Edward said that they wouldn't think of me until I was thirty. I shuddered at the prospect of ever becoming that old.
Edward looked over at Carlisle, speaking so fast that I couldn't decipher it. Carlisle looked very surprised, maybe a little sad. Edward nodded, Carlisle had obviously told him something. Then Edward turned to face me.
"Bella, the Volturi have come early to see if you are a vampire yet. Alice doesn't know when they will be coming, but she knows it's soon. I am so sorry for having to do this to you now, but if I don't- I could loose you. Forever." The look of agony that engulfed his face was too much for me to bear. He had to do it, not just for me, but for us.
"I'm ready. Do it now, Edward," I said, determination coloring my tone. This is what I wanted; there was no going back now. I only wished that it would have been at our choosing, not the Volturi's.
Edward swiftly carried me up to our room and set me on our very large, gold bed. I shifted so that I was as comfortable as I could get. How comfortable can one person be when they know that they are about to die? Edward bent over me, and looked into my eyes. I stared right back at those beautiful topaz eyes. I could feel my bones going all spongy again.
"I am so sorry for having to do this to you Bella, and I didn't even fulfill my promise." He looked upset with himself, as he often was. I always hated it when he was slipping into that self-loathing period.
He still didn't believe me on how good he really was. Edward only thought of his mistakes, and none of his good deeds. For instance, he often looked guilty for no apparent reason; that was usually when he remembered those horrid six months that we were apart. I had tried and tried again to make him realize how good he was. He was my angel, why couldn't he see that?
I reached up and put my hand on the side of his face. "Edward, this is what I want. It was going to happen sooner or later. It's alright, I forgive you. I can wait until I make the change." I said with such passion that I hoped that he believed me for once.
He looked like he did believe me- at least for a second. I saw something change in his eyes, a flicker of the burning I had just witnessed when I was walking down the aisle. Before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me with such fervor that I almost lost it. But before I could, he pulled away.
I was still dazed when he was hovering over the main vein in my neck. He stayed like that for a moment, before biting me. Edward pulled away, wiping a droplet of blood off of his mouth. He stood there, watching me, before he gathered me up in his arms. The act itself didn't hurt at all. It was... pleasurable. That was before the pain.
Fire, a torturous inferno engulfed my entire being. I could feel it burning through every vein, every artery, and every capillary. This was the unbearable agony that Edward had described. I knew that what I was going to feel was going to be horrendous, like nothing I had ever felt before. But, Edward had underestimated the amount of pain I went through when he had left.
As quickly as it had started, it was gone. What? Wasn't this supposed to last three days? Had it been three days? No, that wasn't possible...unless...