Book 2: So The Wolf and The Lamb Are In Love

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A/n This is the Last chapter before the Epilogue. I can't believe it's ending.

Bella's PoV (Day 3)

I felt as though my insides were being ripped apart from the inside out. It was like someone stuck their whole hand into my chest and twisted and twisted, then gripped my insides and yanking them out. The other pain, is just as horrible. It's like someone poured a galleon of gasoline on my body and lit me on fire.

I can't tell where I am, and I can't see where either. It's like all of my senses have just shut down, besides my hearing. All I hear is my ears ringing and the sounds of my own screams.

I cannot control them as they rip throughout my body, almost every second. There is nothing I can do about it, all there was, was fire.

If I did the easy thing now, letting the darkness take control of me, I would hurt everyone I ever loved.

Paul. My husband. My love. My life and his were forever tied into an endless lifeline. If he were to die, I could never be able to live with myself. If I were to die, he could never be able to live with himself, either. Me living in a world without Paul seemed completely unnatural. Paul just needs to exist.

The darkness was just a black abyss that reached on forever and ever. Nothing seemed real. It was hard to not give in.

   I kept clawing against the black abyss, not allowing it to crush me completely. The abyss felt heavy like mud and quicksand mixed together; I couldn't claw it. The only thing I could do was not be entirely gone.

I felt myself slipping- there was nothing more that I can do.

No! I have to survive this hell. Paul was depending on me. Jacob. Alice Rosalie Emmett Jasper Carlisle Esme.... Charlie and Renée.

The fire rose higher and I wanted to scream. I really did. To beg for this forever pain to end. But I couldn't move. I just felt heaviness, pressing into me.

My body is so heavy, it's weighing me. Burying me in the blaze that is dancing its way from my heart and spread throughout my body.

I couldn't scream, how could I tell them that I couldn't handle it?

All I wanted was to give up. To never have to go through this hell again. This pain could not outweigh my lifespan. Having one more heartbeat was not worth it.

I give up, I give up, I give up.

All that there was, was an endless black abyss. Just the scorching sensation and my muted screams, begging for death. An endless moment of agony.

Then suddenly the pain doubled. The lower half of my body was suddenly on fire, too. The flames burned on.

I don't know how long it's been, but, time began to make itself meaningful again. Two things happened to me: one, Father Time has restarted, and two, I became stronger.

I could feel my body taking back control, little by little. Until I was able to flex my fingers and toes, balling them into fists. I couldn't act on it just yet.

The weights had just lifted off my body. Those around me, would see no change. I struggled to keep the screams inside my body at bay. I had enough strength to lie there, while being torched alive.

My hearing got clearer and I could count the heartbeats of my frantic heart to mark the time. I could also hear and count the shallow breathes that whispered pass my lips.

I heard low, even breathes coming from somewhere close to me. I counted those to. Those breathes is what pulled me through the hellish seconds to the end.

The clearer my thoughts became, the more stronger I became. I could hear new noises as my hearing got stronger.

There was heavy footsteps and the sound of a door softly opening. The footsteps came closer, I felt the pressure of something interlocking with my fingers on my left hand. I couldn't feel the temperature of the fingers. The blaze had taken anything cool or warm with it.

I could hear Paul asking me if I could hear him, if I could move, to give him any sign.

I could hear Alice telling him that my heart is stronger than ever be before, even stronger than Emmett's. She's never heard anything so powerful.

Paul said he loves me and that he's sorry. I wanted so badly to give him the answer that he so desperately needed, but I couldn't bare to make his pain worse. Not while I still have the strength to hold myself perfectly still.

Also still room to worry.
Who all came to rescue me? Is everyone safe? Where is the Volturi?

I heard Paul say that he's staying right beside and that Jasper and Emmett can sort it with the Volturi. Alice countered stating the we all will be dealing with it later. Whatever it is.

Alice's footsteps faded away, irritating me, that there was no further explanation. I went back to counting Paul's breathes.

Paul asked Alice how much longer. Alice replied that it won't be long now and that I was going to be fine. Paul didn't answer, but Alice's words gave me hope that maybe I could pull through this, even though it feels like my whole body has been reduced to ash.

I heard Alice rush out of the room, the whoosh of clothes as she gracefully moved about. I heard the faint sound of wind brushing against the outside of the castle. I can hear everything.

Just outside the door I heard the low Murmur of voices probably talking about my state of being.

I listened more, but got no response, so I listened to Paul's breathes again, counting the time.

Good news is, the fire began to fade from my hands and toes. Slowly, at least it's progress. The pain was on its way out.....

Bad news. The burning in my throat wasn't the same. It wasn't just a fire though, I was parched. Dry as sand. So thirsty. Burning fire, burning thirst. What a great combination.

Paul called out to Alice to listen to the sound of my wild heart. She promised that it was almost over and soon. Then she left to get the others.

I felt a warm hand squeezing my fingers, calling my name.

If only I could answer without screaming. I debated whether or not to, then the fire it me like a volcano ripping through by chest and down my body. I'm not taking that risk.

And then-Ow!

My heart sped up, like it was a race car speeding around and around on a race track. The fire flared again and the pain was enough to cause me to lurch forward and falling back, as if the fire was manipulating its source of power.

I slumped against the soft surface that I was laid on. The ongoing battle inside of me was becoming unbearable. My race car heart speeding against the licking flames. Both were losing. The fire ceased, having taken everything I've thrown at it, my heart sped towards its last beat.

My heart stuttered thrice and once more.

Then nothing. No breathe. No sound.

For a moment, I felt no pain.

And then I opened my eyes and stared above me in awe.

My vision cleared and all I saw were the brown eyes of my husband looking back at mine.