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A Change in Monsters

When Bella comes back from Renee's after Edward leaves in New Moon, she has trouble coping. Will she ever find love again? Sam/Bella

NO EMILY! Just so you know! She's not in this story, never will be...

12. Fight

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Bella’s Point of View:

Edward carried me the rest of the way back to Charlie’s house. My mind was nowhere, but on Edward. On us.

He set me down on the floor when we got up to my room and he moved over to my bead and sat down on the edge, looking…nervous?

“Start packing,” he instructed.

I was in some trance-state, and deep down I knew it.

I did as Edward told me to, throwing random clothes from my closet into my suitcase on the floor.

In the middle of my packing, Edward tensed up. “We have to leave…now!”

“Okay,” I said, unable to get out what I really wanted to say. Edward came over and zipped the suitcase up. He picked it up and wrapped an arm around my waist.

He opened the front door, and stepped out quickly, keeping me behind him protectively as he looked around carefully.

“Stay here,” he growled. Edward hopped off the porch and ran into the street. A fast blur shot next to Edward knocking him to the ground.

I screamed slightly when I saw who it was that had knocked Edward down.

Everything flooded back to me.

Sam’s Point of View:

I could not believe that he had stopped stooped so low as to come back. Was he trying to hurt Bella? Could he get anymore ridiculous?

The answer was yes, he could.

I was running for Bella…my life. I knew she needed me. Was this one of those freaky things that came with imprinting? Most likely.

Anyway, I could not believe that the bloodsucker would sink so low—scratch that, I could believe it. I did not want to though. I hoped he knew he was just going to wonder her heart more, and just when I was repairing it, too.

I smelled the stupid love ruiner before I saw him. My nose crinkled up from the smell and I saw him run out into the street. I transformed out of my wolf form just in time for me to hit him.

He toppled over, and I could not help myself from laughing at his stunned expression.

“You’re not going to do too much fighting if you’re on the ground, bloodsucker,” I spat.

“You either,” he growled through clenched teeth. Then, he kicked me behind the knees…hard, forcing me on the ground next to him. While I was getting back to my senses, Edward got up.

I crawled crab-style away from him.

He was quick, though, and he kicked me in stomach, knocking me back, sprawled on the cement.

The bloodsucker was not going to take any chances to let me get up so we could have a fair fight. He kept kicking me, and every once in awhile he would connect his foot to my head.

I heard Bella’s shrieks from the doorway, and that’s when I did the most unmanly thing I could possibly ever do—I cried.

“The big bad wolf’s crying,” Edward tormented, walking in circles around me. “Does that mean that you’re giving up?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but he shut it with a kick to my mouth. I cold taste the sweetness filling my mouth—blood.

“Surprisingly,” he started again, “you’re blood doesn’t smell too appealing to me.”

Bella’s Point of View:

It was just awful. Edward was going to kill Sam. How could I have been so stupid as to let Edward convince me to runaway with him? How could I have been so naïve and dumb?

And, now, it was my fault that Sam was going to die. I would be forced to go way with Edward. Not willingly.

I watched in horror as Edward beat Sam to the ground. At each kick, I screamed, unable to stop myself.

I knew Sam was going to die.

Tears sprung in my eyes as Edward strutted around him, tormenting him.

I despised Edward. I despised myself more for believing him. How cold I ever think I loved a man like that?

My legs buckled underneath me and I brought my hands up to my face. I couldn’t force myself to watch the rest of this—the outcome.

I heard a few muffles and groans, and the loud banging sound when one of them hit the other.

After a couple of minutes, or hours (I was not sure), someone’s hands landed on my shoulders, I looked up, and sobbed more at who I saw.