Thinking you know your fate

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BPOV

My eyes fluttered open. But I abruptly snapped them shut as they absorbed my surroundings. A car. It produced a low hum as it purred down the road. The texture of the seat was expensive leather. But most importantly the driver.

The driver was Edward Cullen.

I didn't dare to breath. If Jacob was to find out, he would, without a doubt, kill Edward and torture me with his left over anguish. Fortunately, Edward had been too deep in thought to notice the fact I was conscious. I only knew that I had to get out of this car. But the question was how? It was simply not possible. And I couldn't make a dash for it when we arrived at our unknown destination, I don't think I have even the strength to stand, let alone run for my life. I tried with my entire might to force my mind to avoid the forthcoming fate. Did Edward Cullen smell my extremely exposed blood and as a result, could not resist the temptation? I forced myself not to shudder. The terror was like some kind of poison, seeping into my veins. Washing over my body, swallowing up any remaining composure.

Ten minutes later…

Suddenly, the crunch of gravel sounded, most likely a driveway. The car jolted to an abrupt standstill. Then for what felt like hours, but what was actually approximately thirty seconds, there was silence. The only sounds were my clumsy, stumbled breaths and his deep, un-needed breathing. Then, before I had time to think, the door on his side was slammed shut and the door on my side was yanked open. I bit back a scream as he swung me into his arms. It was only then when the pain hit me. It startled me by such amounts; I lost my breath for several moments.

The pain was unreal.

I begged and pleaded my body to die, to be sucked into a black hole. Jacob had hurt me before, but this was most certainly, his worse work yet.

I'd been so lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realised we were inside and I was lying on some sort of couch. Worried and hungry voices swirled around me.

"Who is she, what have you done Edward?" A sour voice hissed.

"I have done nothing Rosalie, and I honestly do not know who she is, for some aggravating and despairing reason, I cannot read her thoughts." A tiny sigh of relief escaped my slightly parted lips.

"She smells… so inviting." A low voice muttered. His comment was answered by several snarls.

"Jasper don't you even try. Anyway, she smells of ugh… were wolf and we seriously don't wanna get into their bad books." A sweet voice shimmered.

"I'm sorry Alice… I just can't resist. Emmett, stop me!" The hungry voice begged.

"Sure." An extremely bass pitch voice replied. "I can barely resist either."

"Edward, let me handle this. You look as if you are struggling. Don't push your limits, don't torment yourself. I'm proud of you for managing so far." A gentle voice murmured.

"I need to be by her side, she must be in agony." Edward replied with a cracking whisper. There must have been some sort of silent exchange at this point, but I clamped my eyes shut. I was still terrified from head to toe. There was a sudden whispering sound, like air trying to adjust at impossible speeds. The sofa sank slightly, as if someone was perching on the edge.

"Hello?" It was Carlisle, and I knew for a fact I could trust him, he was definitely a compassionate man.

"Can you hear me?" He whispered. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes.

"Please, let me go home, if Jacob finds out, you will all die!" I burbled.

"Shh, take a deep breath, that's it. Jacob you say, Jacob Black?" He murmured. Tears streamed down my bloody face, the salt fibres pinching at the cuts. I tilted my head in a tiny nod.

"Did he do this to you…um …?"

"Isabella Swan. Bella if you would be so kind. Please believe I am fine, I have to go." I whispered trying to camouflage the pain in my voice.

"Hello Bella. My name is Carlisle Cullen."

"I know. I mean, I know what you are."

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