Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight

Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight.

A/N: I am SO sorry it took this long. I needed to figure out where to stop it, and on top of that I had writer's block. And for everyone who has read Father Time, I AM extending it. It will most likely not be a full-length thing, but that depends on my readers. I will not force you guys to review. (Though it helps loads)

Sorry for rambling, but here it is!

The VideoPart Three of Three

Alice was still shaking, and Emmett had a certain fire in his eyes. One I most likely had, too, as we both wanted to kill James again.

"Well… that was… educational?" Jasper suggested quietly, controlling the emotions of the rest of us. The pixie beside him nodded weakly.

"At least I know, now." They were all trying to find positives in a completely negative situation.

Edward, you need to calm down, Jasper repeated to me with what felt like the thousandth time. It was slowly working.

"I need to get back to her, to Bella. What if she wakes up while I'm not there?" I started panicking. She had gone through so much, and I was unintentionally hurting her. I was a monster, no matter what she said, and no matter how much everyone denied it.

Emmett had stayed silent, but his violent thoughts were swimming perpendicular to mine.

"I-We have to destroy the tape. If someone finds it, steals it…" he trailed off, working to keep his tone to a minimum. Which was saying something. I nodded my head as I put my coat on and shoved the blood-coated one in a plastic bag from the bathroom. I was too busy to notice the sunlight streaming heavily through the windows.

I was about to run out the door when Alice's voice stopped me.

"It's sunny out," she said, "And Bella won't wake up for another three days, Edward. Carlisle just decided that she needed transfusions." Her voice was waking up; she had been speaking in monotone to Jasper. I frowned and peered out the window. Sure enough, our forecaster was one hundred percent correct.

Swiftly, Emmett started pacing, rubbing his temple at the same time. He was deep in thought, and trying to calm himself.

She'll be okay, James is dead. Yes, he is. I don't need to worry, Bella'll be fine, perfect. She'll heal. He chanted over and over.

She'll heal, I thought, but what happens when another cold one comes through and sees her? Will that be her final act? I'm in no doubt that if her safety called for my departure, I would fulfill that order.

But what drove her to that extreme? Go and meet a sadistic vampire, sure! She is probably the only human alive that can sneak away from a future-seeing vampire and an emotion-feeling one. She was unique, like that.

I sat down heavily in one of the bland hotel room chairs, and picked up the note that Bella had written to me. I could tell it took so much courage for her to give up her life to save her mother's. I read it silently once more, thinking that it was unnecessary.

Dear Edward, she had printed,

I love you. I am so sorry. He has my mom, and I have to try. I know it may not work. I am so very, very sorry.

Don't be angry with Alice and Jasper. If I get away from them it will be a miracle. Tell them thank you for me. Alice especially, please.

And please, please don't come after him. That's what he wants, I think. I can't bear it if anyone has to be hurt because of me, especially you. Please, this is the only thing I can ask you now. For me.

I love you. Forgive me.


After all of this, I have learned one thing. Bella's fear, phobia, whatever you would like to call it. Her one trouble – no one could get hurt because of her. Ever. Her attitude in this letter held nothing but unspoken gratitude toward my family. I would see to it that I kept that fear at bay, to do my best.

Edward? Alice was standing in front of me, her hands folded together. I smiled slightly.

"Bella would like to tell you – and Jasper – 'Thank You'." Alice grinned, and so did Jasper.

I really would like to get to know her, be a brother to her. I'm sorry I can't do that, Edward. Jasper thought to me. I knew his struggle; every time Bella was near he would focus on Alice, or simply stop breathing. It was his way of calming himself, his habit. Like my pinching the bridge of my nose. We all had our funny habits.

"Edward, if you run to the car, you can make it to the hospital before the sun comes out again." Alice murmured. I grabbed the keys from her hand and stole out into the parking lot, to see Bella again.

And it wouldn't be for the last time, either.