He stands outside the room with his head in his hands and leans against the wall for support. He always retreated swiftly from her chamber. Her shrieks drift through the walls and choke him with their spite.

His heart beats quickly, he is terrified of her. He is terrified that she will never be sane again.

He is terrified that he will never forget what she became.

The sound of a horrible crack comes from inside the room. She has thrown the bed against the wall again, hoping to get out.

It is hopeless, but the only thought that enters her mind is the need to be free. The blood lust drives her and destroys any rational thinking.

He wishes that he could sooth her. He wishes that he had blood to give.

He wishes that he was mortal, then she would want him.

He aches to join her in her cries, he wants his voice to intertwine with hers and howl to nothing in pure hatred.

This curse that has befallen them both destroys everything in its path. It hungers for life, and will not rest until it is crippled beyond repair.

He turns and faces the wall, his fingers brush the door between them. He longs to be with her in there, even to have her attack him, even to have her kill him. Because feeling her at all is better than living without her.

If only he wasn't such a damn coward.

He touches the silver doorknob, contemplating the thought of re-entering. He is torn between his hatred and his desire to be with her.

Her feral growl resonates through the door.

"I love you, Bella."

He hears her panting and knows that she is curled up in a ball, wishing for impossible sleep.

"I love you."

AN: Here's another random triple drabble.

I'd love some constructive criticism. :D