Edward's PoV:

I knew the moment she grabbed the sculpture, someone was about to get hurt. So, I did the only thing I could, and held her back. As soon as I could I got her out of there, I didn't think twice before I pulled her to me and threw her over my shoulder, rushing back out of there like my ass was on fire.

I racked my brain for where to go, and quickly ran up the stairs, taking two at a time, speed walking until I got to her room.

As soon as I rushed into the room I locked the door behind me. Knowing violence was a great possibility was at this point.

I could hear her breathing as it became more and more ragged, as she stared down at her trembling hands. Probably trying to control the overwhelming anger and pain she felt.

The pain she felt must have overpowered the anger because her pain was now radiated from her, I could practically see it. I knew that if she didn't let it out soon, it would end up hurting her in the long run and possibly other people if violence did ensue.

She was shaking like a leaf when I decided to slowly pull her chin up to look at me.

"Let it out, amore mio." I whispered, walking closer to her.

As soon as I spoke the words out, she let out an agonizing scream, collapsing onto me as she did. I felt as her pain slowly became a part of mine.

Hard tremors racked through her body as she sobbed into my chest, and I felt useless as I saw her fall apart before my eyes.

"Baby…" I whisper, trying to comfort her as she shook, her small body feeling even smaller as I held her in my arms.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't listen to you all those years ago. I should've trusted you were my best friend, I should-..." She sobbed again.

I placed my hand over her mouth, "Isa, I need you to calm down, this has been a long day for all of us, this isn't your fault. Nothing that happened will ever be your fault… Now, please lay down and try to get some rest." I whisper, slowly guiding her onto the bed.

"I can't sleep. Please don't make me go to sleep. My Nonna ...please." She whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"She'll be alright, amore, she just needs some rest." I promised her, as I tucked the blanket around her.

Just as I had gotten her to relent, we heard the unmistakable sound of an automatic rifle being with before another sound was heard , the unmistakable sound of glass breaking.

Isa and I locked eyes before she and I quickly got to our feet. Drawing our guns as we did so.

Bella's POV:

As soon as I met his eyes, and heard the shots, I knew we had to spring into action.

We were all in Codice Rosso, high alert. All hands on deck and my Nonno was nowhere to be seen as we ran down the stairs. (Code Red) We were somehow split apart and I ended up on the eastern deck.

I didn't think before I pulled my glock and began unloading round after round making sure they're dead. Replacing the mags multiple times as I rushed through the place.

It's all over in the blink of an eye.

Jasper rushed over to me, wide eyed, looking pale as he gapped at me like a fish out of water.

"Jazz? What's wrong?" I asked, rushing over to him.

Just as I reached him, he collapsed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Jasper? Jasper! Help! Help! Someone help! He's hurt!" I scream, pulling his head onto my lap.

Right as I move him, I see the side of his shirt is soaked in dark blood. I quickly ripped his shirt open and lifted his undershirt, only to realize that he's been shot twice, once in ribs and once on the hip. I quickly apply pressure on the one on his ribs, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Don't you dare fucking die on me! You hear me, Jazz! Don't you dare fucking die on me!" I yell at him,

"Isa, we've got him." Carlisle suddenly said, as he and three other guys arrived, with a gurney.

Carlisle quickly tore off his shirt and made some sort of tourniquet with it, wrapping it around his upper body. They quickly lift him onto the gurney and rush off but not before Carlisle nods once at me.

Aro, Sully, and Esme quickly arrive after that, all three gapping at my bloody attire. I couldn't blame them, I had caught sight of myself on one of the broken pieces of glass on the floor and almost had a heart attack myself at the macabre sight.

"It's not my blood, it's Jasper's." I say, wiping my eyes on the back of my sleeve.

"What happened, Isa?" Esme asked, rushing towards me, trying to help me get to my feet.

"I was out here, whe— ohh..." I say as a sharp pain begins to pulsate on my hip, and I feel something wetting my skin, as I press my hand to the area, my hand comes back up, tinted in red... and then everything goes black.

Fin...or is it?