Yet Another Cullen/Black (A Twilight Fanfic)

Chapter 3

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"How dare you?!" Edward screams in my face, obviously not realising that I'm in freaking pain until I moan slightly. His eyes widen when he catches the scent. Immediately he gets off me. I lay down for a few moments, trying to figure out which part of me hurts the most; definitely the back of my head, followed closely by my chest.

Before anybody can react, Castella is on me, her mouth dangerously close to me. She snaps, a frenzied look on her face. Oh shit!

I pull my hands up to shield my face, and kick her in the gut as hard as I can, throwing her off me. My family, though unbelievably fast seem to be stuck in surprise. The moment Castella goes flying and slams into the opposite wall however, they spring into action. Edward and Emmett grab either one of Castella's hands, while mum crouches protectively over me, with dad by her side. Carlisle disappears in a blur and returns moments later with his medical kit in his hands.

Everyone except mum, dad, Carlisle and Edward leave the room. They pretend as if they want to keep an eye on Castella, in actuality, it's been ages since they've gone hunting, the smell must be driving them crazy. Dad and mum are obviously not affected by the smell of my blood, but it's so painfully apparent Edward is. I can see hunger in his eyes and it chills me to the bone.

"Edward, leave! Don't torture yourself!" I cry in a desperate moan. I don't get why the pain is so extreme! I recover super fast, like dad! Why am I still in pain?!

"Carlisle, what's wrong?! Why isn't he healing!" mum whispers in a horrified voice. Dad holds on to mum's shoulders, giving Carlisle plenty of space to work.

The next thing I know, I hear a low, deep growl coming from Edward as the blood lust takes over him. Dad blocks him. I hear scrapes and the shattering of glass and then everything goes silent. But neither dad nor Edward returns.

"Mum! Something is happening!" I barely manage a whisper before the pain completely consumes me.

"What's happening, Carlisle?" mum's quivering voice pulls me back into a sort of semi-consciousness.

"Nessie, go check on your dad and Jake. Make sure they didn't get carried away. On your way out call Jasper," Carlisle's calm, methodical voice reassures me somewhat, but the pain is still the foremost on my mind. I open my eyes, the heat is unbearable. I unclench my jaw and the only that escapes me is a sort of mix between a hiss and a scream of agony.

Mum looks worried, and hovers over me. "Mum...it's...okay. Go..." even those four simple words make me pant in exhaustion. I feel sweat beading up on my forehead and I can't feel my legs anymore.

Carlisle's icy hand checks my eyes, shining a little flashlight in them. I squirm, to no avail. He has me in a tight grasp; I can't move an inch! "Nessie, I need Jasper in here now! And you need to check on your father and Jake. Don't worry, Henry will be fine!" Carlisle mutters, his teeth clenched with the effort of holding me down.

Mum nods unsurely and bolts out the door. In a fraction of a second, Jasper runs into the room.

"Jasper, I need you to help me hold Henry down. Can you handle the smell?"

"Yes," Jasper barely whispers. Carlisle's hands are replaced with Jasper's. And if I thought Carlisle had a vice like grip, I was so unbelievably wrong!