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Wolf's Girl

Summary:
This is a sequel to A CHANGE IN MONSTERS, so I would suggest reading that first. Bella/Sam


Notes:
Remember, No Emily.


20. War Part Two

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I watched him fall and Eleazar laughed heartily and walked from him, obviously proud of his work.

I couldn’t move. Edward was hurt. Badly. I could see that much from where I stood.

Sam moved away from where he was fighting when he noticed Edward. He moved swiftly through the crowd. I watched in horror as Sam stood next to Edward’s body. Sam’s paw whipped out and came into contact with Edward’s side. When his paw came off, I noticed claw marks.

No! I shrieked inside my head.

I had been determined to not have my vision take place. And yet, here it was happening right before my eyes.

Then, I noticed that Sam was trying to get Edward on his back. He was trying to help him. Not hurt him. I was shocked. I couldn’t move until I saw Sam heading up the stairs with Edward.

I glanced around the room quickly. They can take care of this on there own, I thought. They have it all under control.

I dashed up the stairs before someone would notice and looked in the rooms until I saw Sam and Edward in Edward’s room. Sam was back in human form and had lain Edward down on the bed. He was pacing back and forth next to the side of the bed.

“Sam?” I whispered, and I knew that he heard me. His head immediately shot up and in less than a second, I was wrapped in his arms.

“What happened?” I asked. “When I saw…I thought that you were attacking him. I thought—I thought that my vision was coming true. I could have sworn that you were hurting him, Sam.” I buried my face in his neck in embarrassment.

“Shh…” Sam tried to sooth. He brushed my hair off of my face and kissed my cheeks before my lips.

“How’s Edward?” I asked softly, not really wanting to know the answer.

Sam sighed and turned so that his back was facing me. “I don’t know,” he answered gruffly. “He seems to be unconscious right now.” He threw his head forward and placed his face in his hands.

I walked over to the bed and knelt down beside Edward. I could see some blood seeping through the shirt. (A/N: I wasn’t sure if they could bleed or not, but I assumed that they could.) I gasped and removed his bloody shirt quickly. His skin was shredded. My hand flew up to my mouth and I gasped shakily.

Sam’s hands came down on my shoulders, trying to comfort me. I rested my cheek against one of his hands and bit my lip.

“Do you think he is going to be okay?” I muttered, a sob breaking through my words. I felt Sam kneel down behind me, his hands traveling down my arms, resting in my hands. I leaned back into him.

“I don’t know, baby,” he said quietly. “I don’t know.”

I nodded.

“Do you think there’s anything that we can do for him?” I asked. “Or do we just wait it out and hope he gets better?”

I turned around so that I was facing Sam, still kneeling. He shrugged. “They’re still fighting down stairs,” he murmured. “I don’t know if there is anything we can do right now.”

He sighed. “For now,” he continued, “We just sit and hope that something gets better. Either downstairs or up here.” I fell into his arms gracefully and he held me. I was moved into his lap, and we just sat there, holding onto each other, hoping and waiting until something—anything—got better.

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Waiting.

That was hard. Especially when I was not sure if anyone was dead or if anyone would die.

I tried my best not to listen to anything that was going on down the stairs. I don’t know if I could have handled the pain of figuring out that one of the Cullen’s or Jacob or the Volturi were dead.

Every time a sound would escape into my ears, I would grip tighter to Sam as he rocked me back and forth on the ground. I was shaking so hard that I could tell Sam was having a hard time holding on.

Then an eerie silence crept over us. Did that mean that the fight was over? Or that Edward had…died and the absence of his breathing was making it seem that much more eerie? I didn’t want to go check. I don’t even think I could.

In those few eerie seconds, it seemed like the world had come to a pause. Like everything had stopped.

Then, it picked back up when I heard a soft groan coming from the bed, followed by a, “Bella? Is that you?”

The voice was weak, but it was enough to make me jump out of Sam’s arms and rush to the bed so that I was sitting next to Edward. My breath caught when I saw his eyes opened into slits.

I smiled a little. “Edward. You are awake.”

He chuckled breathlessly. “Did you think that that was all it was going to take to kill of the Edward Cullen?”

I punched him lightly on the arm. “Shut up,” I muttered.

“I really thought we were going to loose you there for a minute,” Sam said, sitting down on the other side of Edward. “Good to have you back, Ed.”

They pounded fists.

“You seem to be doing better,” I commented.

“Oh,” Edward said, “It’s healing.” I looked down at his stomach. It was. Faint, pink line.

“You are going to make it,” I whispered, mainly to myself.

Edward scoffed. “You had doubt in me?” he said with mock shock.

I rolled my eyes. “Good to have you back, Edward,” I muttered stiffly. He was going to be just fine. It was good to have him back. If he died, a part of me would have gone with him.

“Should we…” I started, but then trailed off.

“What?” Sam asked, looking up at me, his expression one of relief.

“I don’t want to ruin this moment,” I said. It was so nice. Edward and Sam weren’t fighting. We were all just friends, and it was perfect.

“I was going to ask if we should go check down stairs,” I said anyway. “Just to make sure everyone is okay. To see what’s going on.”

“You’re right,” Sam muttered. “I’ll go first and I want you to stay behind me no matter what, Bella.”

“And me,” Edward grunted as he sat up on the bed. “You are so not leaving me here by myself.”

When I tried to push him down, he said, “No. I’m going with you. Don’t try to stop me. If something happened. I want to know.” I rolled my eyes again, yeah, he was definitely back.

I shrugged and said, “Fine. If you want to come, come, but if you die you cannot blame anything on me.”

Edward smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The three of us walked downstairs, me at the rear of course. We crept around the corner at the bottom, not sure what to expect. When we rounded into the kitchen I screamed, as a hand was placed over my mouth.

“Bella? There you guys are.” The hand was removed and I turned around—Emmett.

“We have been looking for you guys everywhere,” Alice commented.

“Well,” I started. “Obviously not everywhere.”

She rolled her eyes the way that only Alice could. “Well, if the three of you had not chickened out halfway through the fight, we wouldn’t even have to look for you. Where were you guys?”

I looked back at Edward and Sam and smiled. “Nothing,” I said. “Absolutely nothing. You are right, Alice, we chickened out.”

“I don’t believe that,” Emmett muttered. “But, whatever.”

“Everyone is fine, right?” I asked.

Emmett and Alice nodded at the same time.

“Good. And everyone else is gone? Everything is taken care of?”

“Oh, the Denali clan won’t be around here ever again. The Volturi took care of them.”

“You mean they…” I trailed off suggestively.

“No, they didn’t. They’re still alive.”

I nodded.

“Well, everyone is fine, and that’s all that matters.