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Edward has never ever imagined that he would witness something so cruel. Never in his most twisted, darkest imagination, has he ever visualized something like this. But, there is also this fact, he has no idea that he will ever be repulsed and furious upon seeing the destruction of a human life, as he is one of them who live off human blood.

Now he has a reason, the reason. After this long time, he has found her, only to loss her in the cruel hands of fate? No, no one can take what is his, whois his from him. At any cost, he will make it sure that she is okay, he will make her okay.

Hearing what is going on through the sick minds of those two; his fury becomes more and more violent. And then the visual of his mate being crushed by that filthy bastard breaks the dam. His vision clouds with rage.

Son of a…

He can already taste their death in his mouth. He will torture them in the cruelest of the ways, especially that horrid male. He would crush him, every-fucking-where. He would tear his limbs off his body and tear them apart into little pieces. How dare he to touch her? Edward snarls.

They are near, so near.

And then he sees them. He hears that Victoria hissing and even before James has the time to understand what is happening; Edward storms towards them, pushing Victoria violently off his way.

Everything happens in such a maddening speed as he tears James away from his mate by his dirty blonde locks. And being caught off guard, James accidentally shoves his pray away.

Edward hears her crying out in pain. His instinct is forcing him to rush to her, to provide her with everything she needs, be everything she needs. But he knows that he can't. Not right now when this bustard is in his hands, waiting to die.

Sorry my love, they will be here very soon.

He wants revenge. And when the object of his sheer hatred is at his mercy, he only wants violence.

Edward slams James hard to the very tree trunk he was using to torment his pray, still holding his hair in fist, effectively smashing his face on the tree, and grabs his hands.

"She. Is. Mine." Edward bits out, ignoring James's struggles against him.

"You hurt her! You tried to kill her!" Edward lets out a feral growl and letting go of the hold he has in his hair, Edward grabs both of James's hands and twists them violently. James's legs start shaking as he lets out an agonizing groan.

"You…" words fail him as Edward kicks James hard on his back, snapping his spine half in the process. He tugs hard on those filthy hands and tears them off.

"I know I'm damned, but you will rot in the deepest pit of hell."

"Edward! Enough! Let us take care of him." Suddenly he hears Carlisle behind him. "She is in pain, and she needs you."

She is in pain. She is in pain. She is in pain!

Edward throws James body off him and turns towards where his mate is, unconscious in Esme'sarms with Rosalie holding her broken hand. Everything fades as he takes her in, finally seeing her for the first time. She is here. She is real. She is breathing.

And most importantly, she is his. At last.

Edward takes her from him mother's arms and cradles her in his chest very gently, with great care. She is so soft, so breakable. Her scent is like freesias and it burns his throat, but ignoring the burn and taking a deep breath, he inhales her aroma. It is comforting, knowing she is here, with him.

"Let's take her home, darling." Edward nods at his mother, noticing the swelling onher broken hand. He better hurries and fixes this soon. "Yes," verbally agreeing with Esme, he takes off towards his home with his mate in his arms. It feels right, more than right. At last, he has found his salvation.

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Arriving at their home Edward places his unconscious mate on the couch in the living room gently as Esme and Rosalie enters storming after him.

"I'll go get the first aid kit." Rosalie prompts as she hurriedly goes towards her destination.

Esme speaks up as she sees her son brushing out the hairs that has fallen over his mate's face. "She is still unconscious." She frowns. "We should hurry up and take her to the hospital. I'll go and get the car out. Alice is with them, surely they will know about our decision."

Edward nods his head in agreement, still staring at her beautiful face. Alice hasn't said her name. Of course she would have a beautiful name, just as beautiful as she is. And he has to wait to know that.

He sees Rosalie approaching them. She crouches down before his mate and holds out one of her hands, asking Edward's permission, "May I?"

Edward only nodes gratefully as he watches his sister wrapping his mate's hand with great care. When she finishes she looks at her and states, frowning, "She is too pale." She urges her brother, "Let's go."

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Her head is throbbing painfully and it seems every single part of her body is numb. She tries to open her eyes, groaning at the process. Everything is hazy. She blinks, once, twice and then again.

"Bella? You're awake, sweetheart!" She hears a familiar voice speaking.

As her vision becomes clear she turns her head towards the voice of her father, who is sitting on a stool beside her, holding her right hand in both of his big ones. She notices the needle in her right wrist and winces. She really really hates them.

"You broke your hand, honey. How did that happen?" asks a very concerned Charlie, his brows furrowing. "And you're also dehydrated. I- I don't think I'm taking good care of you." He says in a chocked whisper, trying to push down the emotions threatening to break him down, "Come back to me, Bella. I can't bear losing you. You're all I have."

Bella's eyes fill with tears, "I am here, Dad, with you. You are not going to lose me."

Charlie lets out a breath and leans in to place a kiss on his daughter's forehead.

"How did it happen, Bells? I got your note and suddenly I'm getting this emergency call form hospital telling me you've been admitted here."

Bella stares at her father; of course she can remember what has happened! But she doesn't think he should know about that. Shuddering she closes her eyes. No, she will not think about the incident, not right now.

But Charlie is expecting an answer from her. She opens her eyes and looking at her father she shakes her head, "I can't remember."

Then something occurs to her, "Wait! I'm in the hospital? But how, Dad?"

Charlie answers smiling slightly, "There's a new family who have moved into our town very recently. They are great indeed. Two of them saw you lying unconscious in the woods and they brought you here."

Bella's mind is racing. Who are they? How can they possibly rescue her from where she has been?

But her father has not finished yet, "Oh and there's a very good news, two new highly qualified doctors have joined here, and they both are from this new family, the Cullens. We really need good docs here."

All Bella can do is only nod at her father's words.

"Now I better leave you to get some rest. I've to go back to work." He says regretfully. He kisses her forehead once more and stands up, "I'm serious, Bella. Don't do something like this to me again." Saying this Charlie leaves Bella alone, gently closing the door behind him.

Bella lets out a shuddering breath. The Cullens. They are new here and two of them are doctors. She just has to wait now to get to know them. And she has so many questions for them.

Her heart clenches. Maybe, maybe they really have the answers she is dying to ask.

Only time will tell.

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A/N: Hi loves. So yeah, James died. But what about Victoria and Laurent? And Bella doesn't know anything about the Cullens.

What will happen? What do you think will happen?

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