Stolen Heart

'Say something I'm giving up on you. I'll be the one if you want me to'

Edward

Was it the pain that was glorious or something else? I was sure it was the pain. It pulsed in such a beautiful way through my body, as I lay on the ground staring indefinitely at the lush green that capped the surrounding trees. 

Sounds streamed passed me. Shrieks and growls, ripping and tearing, the crunching of bones the slashing of warm and cold flesh. But a sudden blanket of silence cloaked the sounds of pain. All I could now hear was the sound of heavy breathing. The sound of awe. I felt someone pulling at my arm, desperatly dragging me away from my place of fulling. Rage shredded through me, I don't want to move - LEAVE ME ALONE...

PLEASE.

"Please Edward, look at me. I beg of you." I recognized that voice. A voice laden with sweetness and love - yet caught with panic and fear. I continued to stare upwards, memorizing every last swil of every last cloud.

"Edward, it's over." The voice whispered hoarsley. Suddenly, realisation through itself against me mercilessly, causeing my to shriek in agony. 

"Bella!" I sobbed. She gasped, scooping me up and pulling me to her - in a motion faster than I was used to seeing from her. My breath caught.

"You've changed. You're okay." I murmured through gritted teeth, desperately trying to ignore the agony coming from below my waist, in order to grasp reality.

"I'm fine, just forget about that for now. Your leg - " She gasped and let go of me, staggering backwards.

"CARLISLE" She screamed. He was there in an instant, a bizarrely hollow expression painted on his face.

"It's alright Bella. We an reattach any lost limbs rather easily." He murmured, each word sounding like a shard of bloodstained glass. 

Everything after that seem to pass by in an incomprehensible blur, Carlisle silently somehow reattaching my seemingly shattered leg, Alice sobbing, Jasper yelling, Rosalie screaming, Bella's panic-stricken eyes staring into mine the entire time. Finally Carlisle spoke.

"You should be able to stand now Edward." Carlisle muttered. I pulled myself to my feet - feeling almost entirely better - if a little thirsty.

Then it hit me. Something wasn't right.

"Carlisle? Whats happened?" But he didn't reply. He simply ran - faster then I'd ever seen him run, in the direction of the hills. I turned slowly to Bella, who was staring at me, pain coursing through her eyes. 

"Edward - it's...it's Esme. She didn't make it to Jacob's death. They burned her before anyone could save her."

I staggered backwards, my hand clamped to my mouth.

"No." I whispered.

Not Esme. Not my caring mother - who'd loved me and protected me for so many years.

I whirled around, and screamed upon laying eyes upon a smouldering pile of ashes. I sank to my knees, my eyes glued to what used to be my mother. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come out. She'd been the best mother any of us could ever wish for. She'd loved each of our attributes and each of our blemishes - it didn't make sense, how could a being so full of love and compassion, a being so caring, be removed from this world as simply as that.

"HOW?" I screamed.

And she'd died thinking I didn't love her as my mother.

Please Edward, I feel as if I've lost my son. 

BPOV

Days passed.

Each one escaping the other, slipping away until they became weeks, which in turn became two months.