Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters.
This story takes place a couple of years before Twilight. When Bella Swan is sixteen.
Written by Carlisle's GirlEmily's POV
The screams had started and blood was being shed across the halls. I closed my eyes against the horror. I had never felt so helpless, so vulnerable. There was no one to protect me this time, there was no Sam to stand in the way of evil and shield me.
A small hand shook my shoulder slightly and I locked eyes with its owner. Her kind chocolate brown eyes calmed me as she assisted me to my feet. Her body was shaking slightly from both adrenaline and fear. As the sound of bullets being shot got closer, her eyes widened slightly. But that was the only sign of panic visible. Even when she spoke her voice was steady.
"Let's go," she said.
"But Bella…we can't go out there!" I cried.
"We have to get out somehow," Bella said.
"But he will kill us!"
Bella glanced to the closed classroom door and whispered,
I shifted the full force of my glare on her.
"It's all your fault!" I shouted. "If you hadn't fallen for that bloodsucker-"
"Shut up," she told me, not unkindly. "I know this is scary. But you are going to have to trust me."
"And why should I?"
Bella just looked at me with those puppy eyes of hers and said nothing. I knew she regretted marrying her abusive boyfriend who happened to be a vampire. She had told me almost a year ago that the only reason she was marrying him was because of their daughter, Jasmine.
And now her husband was on a rampage, killing the innocent students of Phoenix High School. I knew he wouldn't kill Bella or Jasmine. He loved them with all of his sick, burned out heart. And that was great because it meant my friend was saved….
But what about me?