I've changed

Found Him

Really Sorry I haven't updated for ages I've just been extremely busy and completely forgot to update please forgive me, anyways without further adieu here is the next chapter 🤗

Edward pov:
What do I do now? I asked, The same question has been circulating around my head since I was betrayed. It was like a phantom limb had been ripped from my body, I trusted her, I loved her with everything my frozen soul had to offer and yet she still walked away from me with a cold indifference that could rival that of Rosalie. I gave my best to her and it could not rival that of a living creature. It seems the werewolves have triumphed over the vampires. I don't blame Jacob, despite what I say he is a decent person and I hope that he will be very happy with Bella,i am only sorry that I could not offer the same. Over these past few days I have not done anything not even leave my room to feed, I can't, not yet. Carlisle and Esme are worried, they think I'm going through one of my 'mood swings' as Esme likes to call it, I haven't told them, yet, I just want isolation.
So here I am laying on the floor in my room trying to drown out the self depreciating words from my head with the usually soothing sounds of classical music, it isn't working like it usually did. It was like nothing has been good since she told me that 'all hope for me was gone when I decided to forgo death'. It's not like I wanted it though is it?! I couldn't stay in this stifling small cage anymore I needed to escape, I jumped up with my unnatural speed and sped towards the glass windows, nearly shattering them with the force I used and sprinted outside, nobody heard me leave.
After around 5 minutes I heard a long ethereal scream, one that only  oversensitive supernatural ears could pick up, the scream was saying something, I halted quickly the scream was saying, what was that 'stiles?' what the hell is a stiles. I mentally questioned, oh whatever it doesn't matter to me anyway, I carried on running.
After another 5 minutes I came across the tantalising yet faint smell of blood. I recoiled quickly, I knew that from the lack of blood I have I would not be able to resist killing the human, but then I smelt it again and there was so much of it, I knew the human would die soon and there was nobody around to help, and there is was again, it seemed the blood was beckoning me, waiting for me, I couldn't resist, I sprinted faster than I have since I was bitten in an attempt to get to the prey faster. As I got closer the smell stopped being so irresistible and instead became something sweet.
I reached the end of the trail. There I saw something that would haunt me for the rest of my unnatural life. There was a baby blue jeep, completely crushed and mangled but the thing that made my cold, unbeating heart lurch up into my throat was the sight of a bloody, broken body dangling halfway out of the shattered window, any remaining feelings of want towards the blood disappeared as I realised that I wanted to save this boy, I had to for some strange reason, I ran and skidded towards the ruins, cupping his face I tilted it towards me, his face, even covered with a layer of still flowing blood and dirt was perfect, and that was when I realised that I would do anything for this boy, with put even knowing his name I would sacrifice his mortality so he could stay alive, purely on instinct I lunged forwards and caught his neck with my unnaturally sharpened teeth, I carried on feeding on the life giving liquid, savouring its flavour while projecting my venom into his bloodstream, after I could feel no life still remaining in the the limp body I lent back, examining him, waiting for him to awaken, I saw a small movement, then his body suddenly lurched and started spasming, I shot up in shock, this was not supposed to be happening, vampire bites were supposed to be relaxing  almost euphoric not cause the obvious pain the boy was in, feeling panicked, I yanked him out of the car and started sprinting back to the house, running as so not to jostle the precious boy in my arms after 5 minutes I had reached the house, jumping carefully I deposited him on the bed I had set up for Bella and started pacing, I didn't know what to do, I had never felt this attached to someone so quickly, suddenly his body stopped and he sighed, obviously calmed, he seemed fine, I collapsed on the sofa, relieved, he was alright, I didn't even think about anyone else at the moment, only Carlisle and Esme were in the house currently, the others were out for a long hunting trip as apparently Emmet had been getting possessed by my stifling constant depressed mood and they knew it was best to leave me alone during my 'episodes'. Carlisle and Esme had stayed to make sure that I didn't destroy everything in sight, they know somethings wrong but they haven't quite figured out what yet. But now I was fine again, because I had found him, whoever he is.

Scott's pov:
I can't believe what we have done, we heard Lydia's scream and it seemed to wake us up, Stiles was gone, we didn't know where, but we NEEDED to find out we needed stiles so much it hurt, for some more than others. But he couldn't be dead, those closest to him could still feel his pack link although faint, it was still there, it had to be, we couldn't live without him.