In Dire Need of Cessation

Thirty-Two

The chambers of the IVs flooded with the blood Bella needed, and like subway trains, the red convoys of blood shot down the tubes and through the soft and tender skin by the cannulas, which certainly weren't meant to be situated directly at the heart.

"One pump of the heart and the venom needs to be administered," Carlisle ordered, eyes on his peculiar patient. Esme nodded once, her hands groping her share of the fifteen syringes - five, whilst both Carlisle and I had our own as well.

With Emmett and Jasper patrolling the house, watching the spirits, Alice and Rosalie listening worriedly- one of the duo may have been more concerned than the other- and waiting for the correct moment to accompany and dress Bella, and Esme, Carlisle and I anticipating a very significant moment...we heard the very weak and hesitant contraction of the heart. Bella's heart.

All at once, without a drawback like what would occur in a tsunami, the spirits made their presence known as the determined arms of us three vampires plunged the syringes into her arms, legs, through the blanket, and into her torso, and more specifically, into her heart (like a heartbreak's dagger, plunging mercilessly and repetitively).

The spirits, the troublesome, troublesome, spirits, did not like the information that their (beloved) mistress was going to be here for another 'day' (times the 'day' by the number of years that accumulate into an eternity).

The old town folks had failed in their mission to drag Bella to 'Heaven' and therefore, what was their purpose to remain in the present world? There wasn't one. Thus, when Bella's heart pumped for the first time in three-hundred years, they were forced to retire. Oh, how the situations were reversed!

They did not go quietly, though, and I was silently grateful as I dipped my teeth into the shoulder of Bella, that we lived so secluded.

I thought it was a World War bomb again when I first heard them, it was a high-pitch frequency that made me want to slam my hands over my ears, and block the ear canals until it stopped (but I refrained from doing so as Bella needed the venom as immediate as possible). It was akin to tires screeching, wolves whining, and bombs plummeting, the noise of the ghosts outside sinking into the ground, being swallowed by the motor of the afterlife would forever haunt me.

The three of us working on a crying Bella didn't halt our duties, yet I could still see from Emmett's eyes, that the ghosts were creating the shrilling, jarring, insufferable screams that were most certainly inhumane whilst they dropped lower and lower into the pits of the unknown. They weren't noises of pain, but more of protest and defeat. (Sour losers).

It was as if the hands of Heaven (it sure didn't look like Heaven to me!) were gripping their (invisible) ankles, and yanking them back to their original place to get a good spanking- that or a session of a hundred lines. What I would have thought a journey to the Pearly Gates would have looked like was either a bright white light (those Hollywood films make that thought both easy to image and very unoriginal) or a sweet send off with floating candles and peaceful elevation. Not this.

As if I was a human in pain, I rhythmically tapped my foot on the floor and hummed under my breath, attempting to distract myself from the insult of sound whilst continuing the dispersion of my venom- much like what Carlisle was doing. Esme had, by now, stepped away, hands on her ears and searching outside of the window, knowing she didn't want to attempt administering her venom so directly to Bella, afraid that she might create an accident.

Disorientated, Bella's eyes were jammed shut, her hands balled into fists, and tears leaking out of her eyes like a faulty faucet that couldn't help dispensing a tear of water every couple of minutes. Tenderly, I cupped my hand over hers, covering her small human (if that was what she was currently) hand to offer my support.