We spent the morning and afternoon running around the northern
part of Michigan and parts of Canada, hunting and fooling around. Bella had her
first bear and loved it. Though, I had a heart attack seeing her go up against
an eight foot tall grizzly bear. I had a mountain lion and I knew I found my
favorite food. Compared to everything else I’d drank, the mountain lion had a
sweetness that reminded me of chocolate and cinnamon but the tang of the most
delicious steak, cooked to perfection.
Bella’s cell phone vibrated in her pocket sometime in the late
afternoon. She picked it up and held it to her ear. “Hello?”
“Bella,
when are you and Edward coming back?” came the tinny voice of Carlisle.
“We’re hunting but we can head back now,” Bella responded. “Is
Alice okay?”
“She is.
She’s finally calmed down and was able to draw the mystery vampire. Jasper
knows him or at least recognizes him,” Carlisle said.
“Is it my sire?” Bella whispered.
“Yes,” Carlisle
sighed. “Hurry back, Bella.” He ended
the call and Bella began shaking.
“Angel, I’ve got you,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her
waist. Her mind was flying. All of the recollections of her attack were
spinning inside of her brain. As I watched her hazy memories, I was sickened at
what this monster did to her. He mutilated her innocence with his body, his
fingers and other things that made my stomach turn. Once I settled down, pure
and utter hatred filled my being. I wanted to end this monster who brutalized
my angel that I held in my arms. I crushed her to my chest and buried my nose
in her hair, inhaling her scent to allow her to calm me. I refused to let
myself to go into full bloodlust. I was getting out of control and Bella
grounded me.
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