“Would you like to see?”
He frowned. “See what?”
“How it works. Do you want to join me this afternoon?
“Yeah, I would like that,” Edward smiled.
“There is not much to see, though,” I quickly said.
“I don’t mind,” he said. “I’d love to come, Bella.”
“Great,” I said.
“So we’ll see each other after school?”
I nodded, not knowing what to say. Had it been such a good idea to invite him?
No, no it hadn’t.
After the last bell rang, I found Edward waiting for me in the hallway. He was leaning casually against my locker and he couldn’t have looked more handsome.
I shook my head for the second time that day. I really, really needed to keep myself focused.
My favourite crooked smile crept onto his face. “Hey,” he said stepping aside.
I got lost into his dark butterscotch eyes. “Hey,” I said.
I think I stared at him a bit too long, because he raised an eyebrow. “You all ready?” he asked.
I blinked as I looked at my locker. “Erm… just let me get my coat.” I opened my locker quickly and almost ripped out my coat, making several papers come out with it. I cursed and kneeled down to pick them up. As I reached for the last paper, I suddenly touched hands with Edward as he had been reaching for it as well. A shock went through our touch and I gasped, clasping my hand to my chest.
He frowned as he looked at my hand. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I mumbled as I stood up straight. He followed my movement and handed me the few papers he had picked up for me. “Thank you,” I said, putting the papers in my locker before slamming it shut. “Let’s go,” I said.
“Is it alright if I drive with you? I left my car keys with Alice so she could drive the rest to our house.”
“Because their usual chauffeur is being kidnapped?” I chuckled. “Sure.”
I walked to the crimson red car. I looked beside me and saw Edward had stopped a few steps behind me. I frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Is that your car?” he asked, pointing at my Jaguar XF.
I chuckled. “Yes. Why? The Volvo not working anymore for you after you’ve seen this beauty?” I stroked the hood lovingly.
He gave me a playful glare, before looking longingly at my car. I sighed. I knew what was coming next. “Here,” I called and threw the keys at him. He caught them easily and looked at them strangely. “If you make as much as a scratch, I swear I’ll crash that tiny Volvo of yours, Cullen.”
His eyes widened. “You’re letting me drive.”
I rolled my eyes. “Get in already.”
He couldn’t have been in the car any faster.
At the hospital, we quickly found the room of Jessica and Mike. I asked Edward to lock the door behind us and I threw my coat on a chair. I then checked their unconscious state.
“So how does it work?”
“Well, as you probably can remember, they need to be in there together, immediately. They can’t go there one by one.” I frowned at him. “There won’t be much to see.”
He shrugged. “You said that before. It still doesn’t matter.”
I started rubbing my hands together, making my palms glow a red light. “I hope this will work,” I said softly.
I went to stand in between their two beds, still rubbing my hands, making the light glow brighter and brighter. As soon as I was satisfied, I placed my glowing hands onto their foreheads.
I knew it was more difficult, but it felt worse than I remembered. I pushed their souls as hard as I could into the Meadow, but it went slow and I got more tired the longer I pushed. I tried to control my breathing while this went on, but when they were almost there, I was gasping for breath. I needed to go on. I couldn’t stop. They would die if I did so.
And then it was over.
I slid down the wall, panting nosily. My hands were burning and I felt something uncommon about my body, but didn’t know it at first.
I was so tired, that my shield had removed itself from around my body.
A low hiss made my eyes snap open. I met eyes with Edward’s black eyes. He was crouched down, ready to pounce.
What was happening to him? Was my blood that bad?
Then something on my hands caught my eyes. I lifted them up as I now found the source of the burning pain in my palms.
My hands were covered in crimson red blood that was seeping from deep gaping wounds.
The door of the room was slammed out of its lock and Carlisle rushed in. He gasped and I saw his eyes turn to coal black immediately, before he stopped breathing. “What’s going on?” he asked.
I pointed a shaking finger at Edward, who was still growling softly, shaking with the effort to stay still. He looked at my outstretched hand and suddenly he was gone.
What had I done?