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My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War

The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.


29. Chapter 29: Inevitablility

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When we came to a stop outside the old warehouse, Edward remained frozen in his seat, glaring at the warehouse, not speaking, just thinking, putting off the inevitable.

"Edward, we can't do this," I said, firmly, "We can't sit here anymore hoping it'll go away. It won't. Come on; we have to go."

He didn't respond, so I sighed irritably, "What?! Why are you still putting this off?"

"You have...no idea what I'm giving up." He said, so softly I barely heard it.

"And you have no idea what you're gaining. We do not have time for games. If we don't do it now, we will die. All of us; is that what you want?"

"Of course not. Why else would I let Alice force me to do this now? I know how hard it is for you to sit on the sidelines as we go off and battle our demons to keep you safe, and I assure you, it's no picnic for us either. I'm tired of having to fight to be with you. Nothing will ever take me away from you; nothing has that kind of power, but it is so ridiculous. Why can't we just be happy and be together without having to fight off so many barriers?"

"I know. It's hard, but we can't let it hold us back. With the bad comes the extreme good. Are you willing to give that up just because something threatens to rip us apart? Giving up now means they win. We've come too far, and I will not let anything destroy us. Whether I have to fight it alone or not, I will fight it."

He looked at me, and just held my eyes with his own before lightly caressing my face, nodding slightly, and whispering, "You'll never be alone. I love you."

I smiled slightly and leaned over, pressing my lips lightly to his before saying, against his lips, "I love you."

He opened the door and got out of his side. He came to my side, opened the door, helped me out, and led me in to the warehouse.

We met Carlisle in there and he greeted us warmly, yet solemnly still, "Edward, Bella. You're here. We must hurry; Alice says we're running out of time."

"Where is everyone?" Edward asked, sounding confused.

"They didn't have time for the extra hunting trip, so they decided it best to stay away. It'll be safer that way. They'll come when it's all over, but for now, no one should be tempted any further than they absolutely need to be."

"No!" I said, immediately, "Carlisle, I had an idea." I explained to him my idea of Jasper's controlling my pain and waited anxiously for his answer.

Carlisle smiled sadly and said, apologetically, "Bella, I'm sorry, but I don't think that would be a good idea. Jasper has a hard enough time resisting human blood, but to force him into such a situation would be a death sentence. Maybe if he had gone on an extra hunting trip, I'd consider it, but without one, I would never dream of risking that."

I hung my head, in disappointment. My plan was useless.

Edward instinctively held me closer, buried his face in my hair, and whispered, with great difficulty, "I am so sorry, my love. You should not have to endure this pain....I wish there was something else..." He trailed off, and kissed my hair softly. His voice sounded as if he would be crying if he could.

I shook my head, "No; it's okay. At least I'll have morphine."

"I'm afraid that'll wear off." Carlisle said, "It'll help a bit, but the venom of the transformation is stronger than any human pain killer medication. It'll fight against it and will inevitably win out. I can only control the beginning part of your pain; after that, you will have to endure the same misery and agony that we all went through. I'm sorry, Bellla, ther's just no other options." He shook his head sympathetically.

I shook my head, firmly, "No, Carlisle, don't. I'll be fine. Any pain I feel will be worth it. It will allow me to be with Edward forever; I can deal."

He nodded and turned to Edward. "Shall we begin?"

Edward's eyes widened. "Carlisle, what--"

"Edward, don't do this," Carlisle reprimanded, "We don't have time for games."

"I'm ready, Edward," I told him, with absolutely no fears or no doubts, "Please...do it."

He stared at me and closed his eyes in shame, hanging his head, "It's so hard....It's so different killing an animal. It's an animal; they'll be replaced and no harm will be done. They feel no pain. But, this is so difficult. I mean, it's you. You aren't just anybody. How can I inflict such pain on you, my Bella?" He sounded so distraught and in such pain that I was instincitvely feeling pain as well.

I didn't know how to respond to that, though. I didn't understand what he was going through; I couldn't feel his pain and truly comprehend it. I looked desperately to Carlisle for the answer.

Carlisle stared at his son, pain and understanding filling his own features. Suddenly, he placed a hand on Edward's shoulder and waited for Edward to look at him before smiling, reassuringly:

"Edward, it is not an easy task to do. You have no idea how hard it was for me to decide between changing you and letting you experience the sweet, natural release of death. I loathed myself for damning you such a barbaric and terrible fate. It was never my decision to make, but I made it my decision. It hurt me so much to see you in such suffering. Much like this decision has hurt you so."

"What did you do?"

"I never gave up hope. And, I can honestly say not a day has gone by that I have ever regretted my decision. You are my son in more ways than one and I would not have it any other way. My only regret is denying your parents the pleasure of having their son with them. But, as you believe you are, I too am selfish. I love you, my son. I would never let you go, not for anything. I would die first."

Edward exhaled shakily, furrowed his eyebrows, and pulled Carlisle into a hug. "I love you, too, Dad," he said, "I don't remember my parents, but as much as I know I loved them, I love you and Esme too. You will always be my parents. Nothing can change that."

Carlisle released him and smiled encouragingly, "You can do this. I know you can. Now you have to believe that right now."

Edward simply stared at him for a minute, before nodding and saying, "Thank you."

He turned to me and I smiled, tears filling my eyes. He wiped the tears and smirked, "I'm going to miss this. Your tears, your warmth, the sound of your heart...But, I don't need it. I have it memorized. Everything about you, I have memorized, and no matter if we live a thousand more years they will never leave me. They are embedded within me. They live within me and they always will."

I took his hand, placed it over my heart, interlaced my fingers with his, and smiled, slightly. "So will I. I will never go away."

"That's the best part of this," he said, softly, "You will always be with me."

"Always...my beautiful Edward." I said, with a smile.

He turned to Carlisle, who nodded, signaling that everything was ready, and held his breath to do this, to resist the temptation.

He turned back to me, gently lowered me to the ground, and slowly released my hand, trailing his hand up my chest, up my throat, to my jawbone. He tilted my head up and traced my jaw with his cool fingers, which were trembling.

Then, he hesitated. "I love you," he assured me, before slowly lowering his head to my throat.

I closed my eyes and tensed up, to avoid the anticipation and to avoid trembling; I could not let Edward know how truly terrified I was of this. I trusted him, I knew he was in control enough to not kill me, but I also knew what pain to expect. I couldn't show my pain to him; I couldn't let him feel pain as a result of me. I wouldn't.

Suddenly, I could feel his teeth sinking into the skin of my throat and the pressure of the blood leaving my body. I clenched my teeth against the pain and bit my lip to keep from screaming.

I could feel the venom slowly leeching its way into my system, but I wouldn't show any pain.

"I love you, Edward," I managed to choke out, in between the pain of the venom taking over my body and the blood rapidly being drained from my system.

"Bella--" I heard Edward's voice cry, concerned, "Oh, no...what have I done? Did I do it wrong? Carlisle, did I mess up?" He sounded so desperate and sad.

"No," I heard Carlisle respond, remorsefully, "This is exactly what must happen for it to work. This means you did it right. Now, it's only a matter of time. I'll begin the morphine and then be on my way. This is something you have to do alone, Edward. I can't be here with you."

"No, Carlisle, you can't--you can't leave me."

"I have to."

After that, I heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing, but the utter agony and excrucating inevitability that consumed me, sending me into the depths of a very real, very painful hell that I could not escape.

As the venom took over my body, the fire raged through my system, surging through my veins, I could do nothing, but endure. I refused to scream or cry. It took every ounce of strength I had not to do so.

The next three days would be cruel, long, and horrifying. This was only the beginning. I had seen nothing yet.