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BPOV:

Anxiety turns to chaos in a heartbeat. I've worried about this man I've brought back to life, but now that I find him struggling in front of me, I realize I had not been worried enough. The man he was as a human is now gone, or at least, he's nowhere to be found in this moment. The man in front of me, who is struggling against his silver restraints like a wild animal, is not the man I bonded with from beyond the grave. However, there's a spark in his eyes which gives me a sliver of hope. Perhaps there is an inkling of his humanity left.

"How long do you think those chains will hold?"

Alice's voice is calm, but it has an edge to it that I can easily recognize after knowing her all of these years. "Don't you know? What do you see?" I ask, reaching out to hold her hand in mind.

"I can't see much," she says, lost in her own visions as she stares off into space. "His future is so clouded… chaotic. There's so many directions this could go." She pauses for a moment and stares at him. "He'll break through the chains eventually. They'll burn him, but they won't do further harm."

"How can we restrain him? We don't know how long he'll stay like this." I quietly muse.

"He'll be rabid until he gets a proper meal," Alice responds with certainty. She squeezes my hand. "Go to him, I think your presence will calm him. You are his creator after all."

I nod. Without hesitation, I go to him. Something deep within me tells me this man won't hurt me, even if he is fighting a monster inside of him. He watches me with wild eyes as I cross the room and kneel in front of him. He's not expecting compassion, nor does he seem to thrive on it at all. I can feel his energy and he wants something else… something more turbulent and violent. He wants to be fed. He wants to be fed so desperately I can feel the desire pumping through my own veins. I wonder if this is part of being his maker, feeling what he feels. His expression is so deadly and uninhibited, I barely recognize him. With a hoary complexion and a violent look in his eyes, he's nothing like the young man I had known before his death.

"Edward." He doesn't react to his name. I place my hand on his cheek, hoping he'll remember my touch. He didn't remember his parents when he first laid eyes on them, but he had been corybantic at the time. He's calm now compared to what he was as soon as he finished digging himself out of his casket. Perhaps he'll remember me because I've reanimated him. My gaze drops down to his bloodied hands that are pressed against his sides, kept in place by the silver chains. A few of his nails are missing and his knuckles are purple and bruised. He obviously had a difficult time digging himself out of the ground. Reaching down, I run my fingers across the bloodied knuckles of his right hand. As soon as I do, his wild gaze zeros in on mine.

"He recognizes you," Alice comments from her stance a few feet behind me. I nearly forgot she was still there.

"Edward," I say again, my voice more commanding this time.

His eyes roam over my face, as if he were trying to place me. Seeing the recognition in his frenzied eyes chills me to the bone. It's as if part of him wants to come to me, but another, more prominent part, is too far gone to allow it. I wonder if he needs to feed again. Perhaps more blood would calm him down enough to have a rational conversation with us. He's experienced death, he's experienced an afterlife, and now he's been reborn, back here on Earth. I can't imagine how that would feel.

Without a thought for my well-being, I slit my other wrist open with one of my nails and hold it up toward Edward's mouth. Alice, looking completely aghast, runs toward me and kneels at my side, putting herself between Edward and I.

"Bella, he's not in his right mind. He knows who you are. I can feel he doesn't want to hurt you, but he can't control himself."

"He won't hurt me," I answer with certainty. As soon as Alice opens her mouth to say anything else, I stop her by quickly adding, "Maybe you can hold his head back and I can feed him like we did before. That way, he won't be able to tear my arm off while he's trying to drink from me."

She rolls her eyes at my teasing tone, obviously baffled by the faith I have in something that's completely unknown. There's never been a vampire, at least not one any of us have ever heard of. So, how could any of us possibly know what they would or wouldn't do. While I don't have an ounce of understanding when it comes to what a true vampire is like, I feel as though I do know Edward. The bond I formed with him before his death has stayed strong, and I feel as though I know him better than he probably knows himself. When I brought him back, I saw everything he once was. I saw his mistakes, failures, and even his successes. I saw his short life through his eyes in a flash, before I was retrieved by Alice. I may not know what he is now, but I'm sure the essence of him is the same. The man he once was is still inside this body, I'm certain of it. I'm also certain finding the crux of that man will be the hardest part.

Alice holds back his head and I allow him to feed from me, enjoying the way my body feels when he consumes my blood. Alice watches him, as if she was waiting for him to pounce on us. He doesn't, he merely drinks from me until his eyes glow a dull emerald green. I never know when enough is enough, but when his expression seems sated, I pull away and turn to Alice so she can heal me. She lets go of Edward's head and rubs her hands together to create some energy, before placing her right hand over my wound. I feel vibrations shoot up my arm before my skin tissue slowly fuses together once more. Her spell is like superglue and I smile when she's finished.

I turn to Edward, expecting him to talk now since he's calm and somewhat under control. Instead, he simply stares at us, before looking around at this place we've trapped him in. He doesn't ask about his parents, he doesn't ask about us, and he doesn't ask about what on Earth he's doing here. I wonder where he was before this? Was he somewhere pleasant? Or was he roaming around, waiting for something to happen to his spirit in an astral plane? I hope for the latter, because I don't know how I would react knowing I wrenched someone out of a better place. I doubt Earth is anything compared to what some must experience in the afterlife. If Edward was someplace nice, then this must seem like hell to him.

"Edward?" This time I say his name like a question.

He looks at me, and only me. To him, it's obvious I'm the only person who matters. Probably because I'm the only one he recognizes. He shifts back and forth as if he were trying to get comfortable, before settling his back against the cement pole. I wait for him to speak. I wait for him to say anything, but he doesn't. Instead, he licks what's left of my blood off of his lips.

"Do you know where you are? Do you know what happened? Do you remember me?"

I wonder if I've asked too many questions. He did just crawl out of his own grave not too long ago. I can't read his expression. I look into his eyes and find such conflict that I don't know what to make of it. Feeling quite helpless about what to do next, I run the fingers of my right hand along the sculpted features of his face. His eyes glow with desire, which I'm sure has more to do with my blood than my body, and he licks his lips. He doesn't bite, at least not yet, he merely lets me touch him. I wonder if Alice could do this and inspire the same reaction, or if I'm just dealing with such a tame animal because I'm his sire. I wonder if it'd be wise to test it out. While I'm not willing to put Alice at risk, I can find out through other means. Until he's under control, there's no way I can allow his parents to get anywhere near him. Besides, they would probably breakdown if they realized their son was now a vampire. A 'creature of the night', which I'm sure wouldn't be too appealing to them.

However, they knew there was a risk to bringing their son back. I told them he could come back wrong. That's a risk when dealing with the darker side of magic. People weren't meant to be brought back from the dead. Necromancy isn't something that's acceptable to all witches. In fact, I know several who find it to be an abomination, stating that by necromancing I was 'playing with nature', which is obviously true. The universe said it was time for someone to go to keep with the order of things, and I disagreed. Opposing the natural order of things is never something that works out seamlessly. There are always consequences. I told Edward's parents about these consequences and they hadn't seemed to care. They wanted their son back, and they didn't care how he came back. I'll do my best to restore him to the man he was… but there's always a consequence to bringing someone back. They may come back wrong.

A/N: Once again, thanks to anyone who's reading this one, it really means a lot! I'll be posting teasers in my facebook group, The Highlander Princess's Clan, if you guys are interested! And, of course, please review! Do you guys think Edward has come back wrong?