A/n: so i know you're all expecting the sequel to God Bless, but i decided to post this first and maybe attempt to juggle posting two stories at once. i hope that maybe i'll be able to accomplish it. anyways, this is an idea that i came up with while getting a cavity filled and i consulted a couple people about it and they thought it was a pretty good idea. so i decided to share it with you all.
this entire first chapter is pretty much written by Keeley, with a little bits and pieces by me. its in Edward's point of view, but the rest of the story will be in Bella's.
Disclaimer: this is for the entire story. I do no own anything, nor will i eer own anything more than a spiddy copy of Twilight and New Moon and soon to be Eclispe. i promise that, to the best of my ability, i won't butcher any of the characters and bring a bad name to Twilight fandom.
by the way, i really want feed back on this story, so don't be afraid to tell me what you think.
I have more self-control than this. Well, apparently I had more self-control than this. This poor, insignificant human girl. So fragile, so innocent. Why her? What was I going to do?
How could I get this out of hand? I've always had better self-control than any other member of my family. Except for Carlisle. He truly astounds us all. I gaped at the body lying down in the back of the classroom. The girl was pretty in a Plain Jane type of way. She didn't deserve to die. I sighed bitterly and looked at the girl's− Isabella. She shouldn't be referred to as 'the girl,' she was an actual person. And because of me, she's dead. She could have cured cancer, maybe. Been the next Nobel Peace Prize winner.
Of course, there are twenty or so other students, plus a teacher lying dead in miscellaneous places in the classroom. Twenty innocent children, all gone because of one girl. And her blood.
Twenty. All innocent. None of them had done anything wrong. This was definitely not good, not good at all. What would I do? Leave them all here for the janitor or a student to find?
The door opened and Alice, accompanied by Jasper, walked slowly in the room.
"Oh my god, Edward. What have you done?" she whispered. She sounded more surprised than she should have. She probably saw this. Why didn't she stop me? No, I can't blame this on anyone but myself. This is my fault.
Jasper looked around the room, eyes blank, then he turned to me, not even bothering to use his power for the least bit of help. Asshole. Alice sighed and looked at me, shaking her head at me.
"Why, Edward? How did this happen? How did you manage to do this?"
I shook my head, putting it in my hands. I felt myself start shaking. Twenty children. Why? Why them? They didn't deserve to die. I took in a shaky breath, looking up to Alice and Jasper.
"What do we do?" I whispered.
Alice's eyes were sincere and very, very disappointed at the same time, "We go and tell Carlisle and we leave as soon as possible. For Denali."
My eyes widened, how would, or could, I tell Carlisle? He would be so disappointed.
"I'll go get Emmett and Rosalie, we should leave as soon as possible" Jasper said quietly and exited the room. Alice gave me a hard stare, then shook her head.
Even she couldn't look me in the eye. She just looked down and shook her head, walking out of the classroom quickly. I followed suit immediately, locking the door behind me.
Jasper had fetched Rosalie and Emmett, who only had looks of disappointment and pity for me. I sighed and shook my head, walking quickly towards the car. Everyone quickly followed my pace to the car. We all got in quickly and sped off towards the Hospital.
Carlisle would not be pleased.
We pulled in next to his Mercedes Benz and entered the tiny hospital through the emergency room to find him filling out some forms.
"Carlisle," Alice called in an icy voice, he turned and looked towards her, frowning immediately and looking towards me.
I sighed, "We need to talk," Carlisle, of course, nodded, "In private."
We took the elevator three floors up to Carlisle's office where Alice and Jasper explained everything. The girl. The children. The bodies. How we would have to leave immediately. He gave me a hard stare, then shook his head, seemingly guilty.
This wasn't his fault, it was mine.
Isabella Swan and twenty or so others are dead because of me. Because of her! Her blood smelled so incredible. If only she hadn't smelled so good, this wouldn't have happened. If I had more control, she would still be alive.
How was I going to get myself out of this one?
I couldn't.