Stolen Heart

"Your gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul"

When he'd finished with me, he kicked me one last time, and spat on me. He then span on his heel and stormed out of the garage. I heard the sound of him phasing, and howling. I shivered. I was crumpled up into a bloody pile in the corner of the room. After several silent minutes, I slowly pulled myself up. I wiped my nose, leaving a scarlet streak down my arm. I hadn't noticed my nose bleeding. Every bone in my body ached. Every movement hurt more than the last. I slowly, but surely, pulled myself up from the floor. I felt around, trying to find my clothes.

When I'd finally dressed myself, I made my way over to my red truck. It started chucking it down with grey rain. I sat down on the leathery seat in my truck, and dared to peer into the mirror. I gasped at the obnoxious sight. The gash from the slap, was seeping blood, the old blood had dried onto my cheek. There was also an uncomfortably deep cut in my forehead, which was gushing the rubicund blood. I didn't even know where that had come from. I looked down, my originally white blouse was stained crimson. I knew I should go to the hospital, but I couldn't. Carlisle Cullen works there. Jake went nuts when I went there once. He despises the thought of me being within a 5 mile radius of any of them. He even made me change school when he found out the Cullens went there.

I was losing blood fast now. I felt my head spinning. Charlie would go ballistic if he knew I was going to drive in this state.

But I had to. Or Jacob would get me.

The tears streamed down my face, as the pain started to worsen. I could barely start the engine and pull out into the highway.

The road ahead was blurred and blotchy. I felt the depth of my breath deepen. Sweat poured down my face in buckets. I needed fresh air, I'd just crossed the border from La Push. I pulled over and staggered out of the truck. I sat absently on the gravely tarmac. Suddenly, my blurred eyes made out a flash of silver.

"Are you ok?" A velvety voice murmured.

"I … I…" I physically couldn't speak. Then, two freezing but sturdy arms whipped me up. Then everything went black.

EPOV

It was another night. The end of another day. It would be the same tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. Month after month, year after year, life after life. Every single thing the same. Never changing. Never going forward.

Everyone in my family was happy. Rose had Emmett, Alice had Jasper and Carlisle had Esme. And I? I had the comfort of my music. The complex notes and patterns, were really the only things that pushed me forward during the day. Everybody but myself, were sitting, cosied up on the couch. It was sickening. All the love and aroma, chemistry and happiness were a solid, sharp kick in the balls every time. I was sitting on a stool, leaning on the marble kitchen counter. (The sitting room and the kitchen were linked in open plan). Jasper began to caress Alice's hair. My sharp ears picked up him whispering.

"Word cannot portray my true love for you Alice Cullen." That just did it for me. I growled and punched the surface (resulting in a crack). I shot to the door, sending my stool flying in the process. Everybody stood in a whisper of a second. Carlisle flew over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Son." He murmured. "Where are you going?"

"Out." I growled through my teeth. My voice was harsh.

"Why does he have to be so unhappy?" Esme thought with almost a sob.

"What's his problem? Just cause'can't find the right gal" doesn't mean he always has to be so jumpy and pissed." Emmett thought untactfully.

"You just don't get it, do you?" My growl was slowly rising into a full on yell. "None of you understand." My voice lowered down into a cracked whisper, "What it's like." I turned away.

"Edward please?" Alice pleaded.

"Leave him be Alice. Leave him be." Sighed Carlisle morosely. This time, Esme really did sob. I shot out the room, slamming the door in my wake.

I was prowling the highway with my silver Volvo. I fiddled with the stereo, until I switched it off completely. I resolved to drumming my fingers on the leather wheel. Suddenly, the most delightful, most potent smell danced up my nostrils. My eyes turned charcoal, and I couldn't stop myself driving into the direction of the heavenly stench. As I got nearer, the smell got stronger. But just before my mind was totally clouded out…

snap.

My senses returned. Sitting in the lay-by was the most dazzling, alluring stunning girl I'd ever seen. Chocolate brown eyes, long mahogany hair, Deathly pale, but such a kind look around her features. But then I properly focused.

And I wanted to vomit.

Gashes all over her face, blood oozing in every direction.

Oh the blood. Smelt so amazing.

I shook myself, she needed help, and fast. I screeched into the lay-by and crouched beside her.

"Are you ok?" Stupid question. She was blatantly not ok.

"I..I…" she just couldn't get her words out. I made sure I wasn't breathing through my nose, and I scooped her up into my eyes. Then she passed out. It took all I could not to kiss her there and then. Then I suddenly thought of how it happened. It seemed to be physically impossible to cause such damage to yourself byaccident. I wanted to scream in rage at the thought of someone doing this to such innocence. I strapped her into my car, still not breathing. I pondered on weather taking her to the hospital or Carlisle. Carlisle seemed the best option.

As we drove away, it suddenly felt everything had shifted in those few, significant moments. Something had altered, and everything had clicked into place. Like all the pain had been brushed away with a flick of a hand.

My life had begun again.