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I shouldn't have come here, I thought irritably. I should not have come.
How could I do this? How could I not? It was Bella, for crying out loud. I couldn't see her…married…to that dirty bloodsucker, knowing it was only a short while before she became one of them. I shuddered. But this may be my only chance to see her before…I couldn't make myself think the words.
I phased back to human and pulled on my old sweats. Damn if I was going to go back home and get something fancier for the bloodsucker wedding. Reaching the edge of the woods, I plunked down on a large gray rock and waited for the leech to bring Bella out. Mrs. Cullen, I thought with disgust.
A couple minutes went by, and the happy couple came out the back door and crossed the lawn. I didn't even look at the great Mr. Cullen, didn't bother to correct my casually provocative position on the rock.
Bella's face lit up as she saw me. Grudgingly, I stood up and hugged her. She felt the same as always, but different. I tried not to vomit thinking of what she'd become in—how long now? Weeks, days? Hours?
Cullen said something about Rosalie—the blond bloodsucker sister—and I glanced over to watch him leave.
It wasn't light out anymore, but he seemed to glow faintly.
My throat constricted, and my mind seemed to shut down—I was incapable of full thoughts, just mismatched words and pictures like an infant. Pure joy—hate—nausea…
I let go of Bella and collapsed on the ground, dry heaving and retching. I heard Bella's panicked voice, saying something, but I couldn't understand and wasn't really listening anyway. Maybe this was why things hadn't worked out with Bella—why I had doubted that I was really in love with her. Maybe this was why kissing her hadn't felt right—it had been nice, but had felt forced and almost…fake. Maybe this was why I hadn't imprinted before—I hadn't been looking in the right place. The thought nauseated me more, and I rolled over and vomited on the perfectly managed grass.
"Carlisle!" I heard Edward yell. The vamp doctor hurried out to us with the big blond bloodsucker behind him—the emotion-sensing one. I tried to numb the insane happiness I was feeling underneath the disgust. I didn't want him to know what was going on. I began to plan my escape.
"Shock, it looks like," Dr. Fang had his icy, hard hands all over my head and wrist, checking my temperature, checking my pulse. I really wished he would stop that. "What happened to him?"
"I don't know!" Bella was hyperventilating, I think. Goddamnit, she was married! Did she really have to act like I was her freaking boyfriend? "He was just standing there, and then he just collapsed and was puking all over the place…"
You forgot the whole looking-at-Edward part, I thought irritably. He heard me. Of course, he knew what was going on here. He looked a mixture of disgusted and shocked—just how I felt, only without the happy part. Lucky him.
"What's he thinking?" Bella asked him anxiously. Edward didn't answer, just shook his head and said quietly "I'll…explain later."
Trembling, I stood up and darted into the darkening woods, phasing as I ran.
There goes my last set of clothes.