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Deja Vu

Summary:
or Not on My Watch AU from chapter 3 of New Moon. Bella is taken to Florida with Renee. However, she is even more heart-broken without Jacob Black to cling to. She is sent to an asylum by a distraught Renee. Alice wasn't looking. She'd promised to leave Bella alone. But sometimes the visions come before you ask. She couldn't help it. She sees Bella being sent off and goes to convince Edward she really isn't better off without him. "Because I'm not going to let you do this to her! I know what it's like in there, Edward. Maybe I don't remember it, but... look. What more harm can you do?"


Notes:
I disclaim. Alice's POV.


17. Chapter 17

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 628   Review this Chapter

Carlisle smiles, baring his teeth, and then bends. His teeth are less than an inch from Bella’s skin when Edward screams.

“Stop!”

For a brief moment, Carlisle does, than realizes it is no more than a ploy for time. He ignores his son, turning back to the still-comatose Bella. Edward cries out again, but he is unheeded…

“Please. Just let me do it. Please,” he whispers, and you- both the envisioned and actual forms- glare at him. How dare he? Does he not know all his opinions in this… are gone? He has no right…

“What?” An expectable confusion. He shouldn’t be able to confound this way. It’s utterly beyond any belief, that he should ask this, at this late date.

“Let me change her, Carlisle. I want to be the one…” He sounds so genuine.

“How do I know you’ll really do it?”

“I can’t… I can’t… please.”

There’s no proof, though, and you suspect he might rather kill her than see her changed. “Don’t, Carlisle. He’d kill her.”

“Do you doubt my restraint? I did it once. I can do it again.”

You’d seen these arguments before. It is a sweet irony that he takes her part, the same bitter discussion they’d had so many times, only before he was the one speaking your words, and she his. “Not that. I doubt your motivation.”

He growls, but you still don’t believe him…

Until you see something else, something much, much more convincing, and it’s sudden and sure. You know this is coming true. It’s solid. It’s practically real already. It is a decision that can change… but probably won’t.

You see his teeth in her neck, deeply wedged, but he doesn’t drink. She screams in pain. It is not, however, a death scream. It is agony. The pain of the venom… and the desperate pained sound is tinged with relief.

‘Thank God,’ it says. ‘Thank God for this pain, this pain that is real, this pain that will go away, this pain that will bring beauty, bring eternity, bring him, thank God.’

You can read it as clearly as if you, like him, could see her thoughts.

She screams as he keeps his teeth in the soft flesh of her skin, not drinking, just letting the venom seep through her veins. He shakes from the restraint necessary, but he never truly wavers.

She begins to tremble as hard as he does.

The blonde calm man speaks. “Enough, Edward. You’ve done as much as you can. It will be over quickly. You’ve… you’ve done well.”

It is the first thing the father has said to his son since the boy left the girl.

He pulls away. His teeth are as white as her skin, glistening with sweet venom, stained with her blood… but he doesn’t even lick these harmless droplets. Instead, he looks down at her, tenderly stroking a cheek.

“Bella,” he whispers.

She stiffens and screams, her whole body turning hard into a rigid spasm. Then she suddenly calms and replies to his affectionate murmur, “Edward, Edward, thank you.”

“You’re in so much pain.”

She shakes her head. She’d laugh, but the agony prevents that. Instead, she says, entirely to herself, “At least… I’ve been through worse. It’s… not… as… bad…”

He is unsure whether to be relieved or heartbroken. What he’s put her through…

Not now, before. Finally, it occurs to him, as she trembles in his arms, his venom seeping through her last heartbeat how much he’s put her through.

Finally, he’s sorry.

“Let him explain,” I say, and Carlisle hesitates.