ody。
I blew more air into her mouth； but there was nothing there。 Just the lifeless rise of her chest in response。
I kept pumping her heart； counting； while he worked manically over her； trying to put her back together。
All the king's horses and all the king's men。。。
But there was nothing there； just me； just him。
Working over a corpse。
Because that's all that was left of the girl we both loved。 This broken； bled…out； mangled corpse。 We
couldn't put Bella together again。
I knew it was too late。 I knew she was dead。 I knew it for sure because the pull was gone。 I didn't feel
any reason to be here beside her。 She wasn't here anymore。 So this body had no more draw for me。 The
senseless need to be near her had vanished。
Or maybe moved was the better word。 It seemed like I felt the pull from the opposite direction now。
From down the stairs； out the door。 The longing to get away from here and never； ever come back。
〃Go； then；〃 he snapped； and he hit my hands out of the way again； taking my place this time。 Three
fingers broken； it felt like。
I straightened them numbly； not minding the throb of pain。
He pushed her dead heart faster than I had。
〃She's not dead；〃 he growled。 〃She's going to be fine。〃
I wasn't sure he was talking to me anymore。
Turning away； leaving him with his dead； I walked slowly to the door。 So slowly。 I couldn't make my
feet move faster。
This was it； then。 The ocean of pain。 The other shore so far away across the boiling water that I couldn't
imagine it； much less see it。
I felt empty again； now that I'd lost my purpose。 Saving Bella had been my fight for so long now。 And
she wouldn't be saved。 She'd willingly sacrificed herself to be torn apart by that monster's young； and so
the fight was lost。 It was all over。
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I shuddered at the sound coming from behind me as I plodded down the stairs—the sound of a dead
heart being forced to thud。
I wanted to somehow pour bleach inside my head and let it fry my brain。 To burn away the images left
from Bella's final minutes。 I'd take the brain damage if I could get rid of that—the screaming； the
bleeding； the unbearable crunching and snapping as the newborn monster tore through her from the inside
out___
I wanted to sprint away； to take the stairs ten at a time and race out the door； but my feet were heavy as
iron and my body was more tired than it had ever been before。 I shuffled down the stairs like a crippled
old man。
I rested at the bottom step； gathering my strength to get out the door。
Rosalie was on the clean end of the white sofa； her back to me； cooing and murmuring to the
blanket…wrapped thing in her arms。 She must have heard me pause； but she ignored me； caught up in her
moment of stolen
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motherhood。 Maybe she would be happy now。 Rosalie had what she wanted； and Bella would never
come to take the creature from her。 I wondered if that's what the poisonous blonde had been hoping for
all along。
She held something dark in her hands； and there was a greedy sucking sound coming from the tiny
murderer she held。
The scent of blood in the air。 Human blood。 Rosalie was feeding it。 Of course it would want blood。
What else would you feed the kind of monster that would brutally mutilate its own mother？ It might as
well have been drinking Bella's blood。 Maybe it was。
My strength came back to me as I listened to the sound of the little executioner feeding。
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Strength and hate and heat—red heat washing through my head； burning but erasing nothing。 The images
in my head were fuel； building up the inferno but refusing to be consumed。 I felt the tremors rock me from
head to toe； and I did not try to stop them。
Rosalie was totally absorbed in the creature； paying no attention to me at all。 She wouldn't be quick
enough to stop me； distracted as she was。
Sam had been right。 The thing was an aberration—its existence went against nature。 A black； soulless
demon。 Something that had no right to be。
Something that had to be destroyed。
It seemed like the pull had not been leading to the door after all。 I could feel it now； encouraging me；
tugging me forward。 Pushing me to finish this； to cleanse the world of this abomination。
Rosalie would try to kill me when the creature was dead； and I would fight back。 I wasn't sure if I would
have time to finish her before the others came to help。 Maybe； maybe not。 I didn't much care either way。
I didn't care if the wolves； either set； avenged me or called the Cullens' justice fair。 None of that
mattered。 All I cared about was my own justice。 My revenge。 The thing that had killed Bella would not
live another minute longer。
If Bella'd survived； she would have hated me for this。 She would have wanted to kill me personally。
But I didn't care。 She didn't care what she had done to me—letting herself be slaughtered like an animal。
Why should I take her feelings into account？
And then there was Edward。 He must be too busy now—too far gone in his insane denial； trying to
reanimate a corpse—to listen to my plans。
So I wouldn't get the chance to keep my promise to him； unless—and it was not a wager I'd put money
on—I managed to win the fight against Rosalie； Jasper； and Alice； three on one。 But even if I did win； I
didn't think I had it in me to kill Edward。
Because I didn't have enough compassion for that。 Why should I let him get away from what he'd done？
Wouldn't it be more fair—more satisfying—to let him live with nothing； nothing at all？
It made me almost smile； as filled with hate as I was； to imagine it。 No Bella。 No killer spawn。 And also
missing as many members of his family as I was able to take down。 Of course； he could probably put
those back together； since i wouldn't be around to burn them。 Unlike Bella； who would never be whole
again。
I wondered if the creature could be put back together。 I doubted it。 It was part Bella； too—so it must
have inherited some of her vulnerability。 I could hear that in the tiny； thrumming beat of its heart。
Its heart was beating。 Hers wasn't。
Only a second had passed as I made these easy decisions。
The trembling was getting tighter and faster。 I coiled myself； preparing to spring at the blond vampire and
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rip the murderous thing from her arms with my teeth。
Rosalie cooed at the creature again； setting the empty metal bottle…thing aside and lifting the creature into
the air to nuzzle her face against its cheek。
Perfect。 The new position was perfect for my strike。 I leaned forward and felt the heat begin to change
me while the pull toward the killer grew—it was stronger than I'd ever felt it before； so strong it reminded
me of an Alpha's command； like it would crush me if I didn't obey。
This time I wanted to obey。
The murderer stared past Rosalie's shoulder at me； its gaze more focused than any newborn creature's
gaze should be。
Warm brown eyes； the color of milk chocolate—the exact same color that Bella's had been。
My shaking jerked to a stop； heat flooded through me； stronger than before； but it was a new kind of
heat—not a burning。
It was a glowing。
Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half…vampire； half…human
baby。 All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts； like clipping the strings to a
bunch of balloons。 Everything that made me who I was—my love for the dead girl upstairs； my love for
my father； my loyalty to my new pack； the love for my other brothers； my hatred for my enemies； my
home； my name； my se/f—disconnected from me in that second— snip； snip； snip—and floated up into
space。
I was not left drifting。 A new string held me where I was。
Not one string； but a million。 Not strings； but steel cables。 A million steel cables all tying me to one thing
—to the very center of the universe。
I could see that now—how the universe swirled around this one point。 I'd never seen the sym