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Scars Of A Torn heart

Summary:
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The Cullens are in Australia when a new influenza out brake strikes. Carlisle asked Edward to help him with a patient that has been through so much in her life; and will change Edward forever. The trauma of slavery affected Isabella greatly but can Edward be able to help her, not only in her battle with the influenza but also the battle that goes on in her mind? What will happen to the two lonely souls? Will they find happiness? Will they find Love? Or will they force each other apart because of their pasts? And will they finally find their Happy Ending? Edward/Bella


Notes:
its my first Fanfic. so be kind. i don't own any of the twilight charters SM owns all.


2. Chapter 2: Knowing Bella

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There she was lying on the bed. Her was tens, she had a strangle hold on the sheets at her side. Her breathing ragged. Her brow was in a deep frown and her mouth was in a straight line. And then I ‘saw' her mind it came on tenfold then anyone else's mind. It was so clear and easy yet so hard.

She was on a county road nothing but trees and one strip of road. She was running away from something or someone. Her face was afraid and then I saw it. A black SUV with tinted windows was coming fast; it swerved in front of her making her stop. Five men came out surrounding her. Then one came at her and tried to grab her but she fort back with all her might kicking and screaming. She managed to punch one of them in the face and he fell back but then another came at her trying to hold her down to get her in the car. When they got her in the SUV she tried to scream but they covered her mouth and injected her with a needle. Isabella awoke sobbing; her breathing even more ragged, her heart beat was rapid.

I walked over to her and stroked her hair that was damp with sweat. Reassuring her until her breathing stabilized and her breathing evened out. Her eyes went from afraid to a questioning gaze and the question in her mind who is he?

"I'm Edward Cullen; I'm Dr Carlisle Cullen's adopted son. I'm going to help you get through this." I answered her gaze and her thoughts.

"I'm Bella," she said in barely a whisper

"Yes I know, I read your file, and I'm going to be hear four you as long as you need me." I said smiling down at her reassuringly. I looked around; on the table there was ‘The Host' a book by Stephanie Meyer. Bella followed my gaze and looked at me.

"I was reading it before..." she whispered.

"Do you want me to read it to you?"

She nodded shyly. I sat down on the chair next t the bed and opened the book. I read to her for hours to her. In her mind I could see the story unfold; but she started to get sleepy. I closed the book and set it down.

"You need to sleep," ‘please no I don't what to be alone' her mind begged to no one "I'll be here; I won't leave you alone; I promise," I said soothing her.

Her eyes closed after a few minutes and her breathing deepened and evened out. Her mind went blank and she became deeply in sleep.

I wrote down her vitals on her chart and then replaced her IV drip. Then I sat down again thinking about her, studying her. Her breath was wheezy but she was calm. Sweat seeped down her four head. I got a damp cloth and dabbed the sweat away from her for head.

I sat back and watched her for hours but it only felt like minutes or even seconds when images in her mind so clear and so painful. She was in a dark room curled up shivering on the floor. Then I saw a man come over to her and grab her by her hair and beat her, images started coming faster and faster all horrible, getting bloodier and bloodier. As each image went on she was losing herself, her face got empty but her eyes were like they were on fire with hate. Her screams brought me out. She was shaking her head from side to side trying to get rid of the nightmares. Then she bolted strait up and I heard the ripping of flesh and the smell of her blood. Her blood smelled like fresh freesia but I quickly cut of my air supply. I grabbed a cloth and lifted up the back of her top. I quickly pressed the cloth on the wound, to stop the bleeding.

I rubbed her arm soothing her. She did not cry out in pain. I knew she was in pain but it did not bother her as much as I would have thought it would off. Soon she calmed down but she still had a death grip on my arm and if I was human I would be in pain. Her eyes were wide but calmer then they were then before.

"I'm going to go and get a bandage for your back I promise I won't be long," she did not say a word but her mind told me that she did not want me to go "don't worry I'll be back in no time at all. I Promise".

I quickly left and got the bandages, among other things and some cream for her wounded back, from the nurse and then went back.

She was looking unblinking and unseeing in to space; her face was even paler then before. She was remembering her nightmare. I quickly came to her side and sat behind her.

"Shshsh. Its fine everything is fine. It was just a nightmare. It won't happen to you again; I promise," I said trying to calm her. I'm just going to lift your top up so I can get to your back. Ok?" telling her what I was going to do so I did not startle her. She nodded her head slowly and I gently lifted her top. The carving in her back was so precise and carful but so barbaric. If I were human I would have thrown up. I pushed the best that roared inside of me that longed for her beautiful blood that was so close to me, the best imagined me just leaning down like to kiss her neck and sync my raiser sharp teeth in to her soft flesh and feel the blood on my tong...

I shook the thought of and concentrated on what I was supposed to do. I washed away the blood on her back and cleaned it all up .I put some cream on the wounds so they will heal faster. I rapped the bandage around her middle gently but firmly so it did not slip.

I looked over to her bag and saw that it was full of she clothes. I went over and got out one of her p-jammer button up tops and took it over to her "your top has blood all over it, "I said as I walked back to my spot behind her. I carefully slipped her dirty top of and slipped the clean one on. She quickly buttoned the front up of her top. I helped her lay back and then I moved to the chair next to her bed.

She reached for my hand and I placed mien in hers, I smiled down at her. Her eyes held trust but also uncertainty. She still did not really know me but she trusted me.

"Tell me... about you?" she whispered.

"I was born in Chicago in America...," she listened intently as I told her as much as I could about my life. That Carlisle adopted me and my brothers and sisters, that I played the piano. I told her a bit about my biological parents. Time passed by , I told her about Emmet, Rose, Alice, Jasper, Esme, Carlisle.

Soon she was getting tied as her eyes dropped and soon she fell in to a dreamless sleep. I watched her again and I thought of about her as she slept. I checked her vitals, like did every few of hours as I worked I started to hum as it unfolded in my head I realised that it was lullaby; Bella's lullaby. I hummed for hours trying to get every not right. As I hummed she started to ster, her eyes fluted open and her deep brown eye flashed up to me. She was asleep for about the whole day. She still did not have her colour back but she looked a little stronger.

"Read to me again, pleas?" she did not whisper any more but she was still quiet. I got her book and read to her. I read the rest of the book to her.

"What did you think?" I asked about the book.

"I like it very much, you tell it well; now it's my turn to tell you about me," she told me about her parents Renee and Charlie Swan. Charlie was chef police in the small town, Renee a teacher at the school. She told me about her friends from school and from the local Baptist church there. Then she told me about her friends that had saved her and brought her back to Australia Major Aaron Smith, Captain Alex Walker and Lieutenant John Jones. Something in her mind told me that there was more to the three soldiers then she was telling me but I did not push it we did only meet a few days ago.

As time went on, a week had past she was slowly getting better I thought that maybe she would survive easily but I could not be sue. She was still up and down her dreams were still gust as vivid and painful. I hummed her, her lullaby to here when she would go to sleep and it seemed to soften the blow from her nightmares. Two days in we got a visit from Carlisle and it was not good. Over the past two day her mum and dad had died one after the other. When she got the news she tried to hold the tears in but her mind just kept repeating it.

I knew it! There gone, there gone...I just got them back!

I squeezed her hand lightly soothing her. She through her arms around my neck and sobbed quietly as soon as Carlisle closed the door behind him. I held her even after she had shed all her ties. We didn't say a word; I just rocked her back and forth as she stared of into nothingness. She was reasoning herself in her mind.

They're in heaven they have to be... It was their time... they'll be together forever now... they'll be happy... They were ready...but I'm not ready not yet, not yet...

I started humming her lullaby and she went off into a deep sleep. She very tiered and she slept all through the day and night until the dreams came.

She was running in the forest, she wore a gold thin strapped top that only covered her chest yet it showed a lot of her cleavage. She also wore a gold skirt that went down to her ankles and it had a cut up each side of it leaving more room to move and a belt that was attached to the skirt. Around each thy, a knife was tied to it and a sword was strapped to her back. Her face was covered with cloth that was tied to a crown like head peace and only her eyes could be seen. Determination burned in her eyes with a passion. She tore through the shrubs of the forest around her. She felt free but not safe, not yet. She saw a road up a head and three figures on the road. By the way they looked they weren't her old masters men. As she drew closer, they were wearing army uniforms, Australian army uniforms, joy ran through her. She unclipped the cloth to show her face while putting her hands up and tried to use her unused language of three years, but her Australian assent was still as strong as ever.

"I'm Australian; please I need your help, there after me!"

She slowed to walk she came to the three men breathing heavily. A man with pail white skin, dark brown hair and butter scotch eyes; I realised he was a vampire they all were; came to her "who is after you?"

"My master is."

"Why don't we go back to camp and you can explain on the way and I'm Major Aaron Smith."

She described the very basics of what had happened to her "three years ago I was walking home from school, when I was kidnapped and then they sold me. I became a slave and then my new master killed my old master and took all his property which was me as well. One of the guards let me go, because I saved his only daughter; when I was going to be sold, I ran away and I found you."

By that time they had gotten to camp. They made a fire and a man with blond hair sat next to her.

"I'm Lieutenant John Jones" holding his hand out.

"Bella," said shaking his hand.

"You've been through a lot in the last few years."

"Why do you think that?"

"Your scars, and your expression." He paused then continued, "Does it hurt, I could have a look at it for you?"

She looked to him and watches him curiously and nodded. He got the medical kit out of his bag and sat next to her. He examined her scars and bruises. He gently moved his ice cold hand over her. She tensed at his stone cold touch but said nothing. She had broken bones that weren't held properly before they were re-broken, bruises, scars, burns and of cores the mark on her back. He told her what he had found and shook his, "It's going to take awhile to get all healed, but I'm sure you could do it. Why don't you get some sleep? Don't worry, your safe now."

That's when her eyes fluted open and I knew she knew what I saw but it was like she did not care. She treated me like I was human. I was confused by this who could someone not be scared or fear us. Then I remembered who I was talking about. She was some one that would not fear us because she's seen and had worse dome to her and by humans that had destroyed her innocents. Humans that in my rebellion days I would have hunted down and kill them. I'm a monster of monsters. I quickly pushed that thought to the back of my mind. It was not time for my self-loathing to set in.

I just court her thoughts when I came out of my thinking ...his troubled with something. He looks so sad...

"What's wrong?" her voice was quiet and shy but caring.

"I was just thinking," giving her a small smile.

We did our routine that we liked to do, I would talk about myself and then she would talk about herself. In the beginning it was just basic this like family, books, movies, music etc then it would start to get bit by bit our conversations would get more in-depth. I did not force her to say anything but as we talked the more she trusted me. We talked about what we felt and our thoughts; I talked about this that not even my family knew. I told her about how my parents died but I left out the part where I turned into a vampire and that it was in 1918. She was easy to talk to. I would talk she would listen and when she talked I would listen.

As the days past the burn in my throat got worse with each passing day. Carlisle would come in and check on us when he got to the hospital at the beginning of his night shift to see how I was going and remind me that I can't hold of not feeding forever. My eyes were sure to be almost black by now. When Carlisle came in at the beginning of his shift Bella was sound asleep and would be for probably all night and the rest of the day as well.

I stood and walked to him. "I need to hunt. I can't leave it any longer. Please. Could you keep an eye on her? Just every once and a wile; when you're in this area. Please."

"I'll do that for you. Now go hunt." Carlisle said ushering me out door.

I ran at human speed to my car. Revving the engine as it peered to life and speed out of the car park.