“I have to go.” And with that, I took off running like a mad women again, but this time, I knew where I was going to end up. But being Bella Swan, I got lost and ended up looked at the same scene over and over every time I turned a corner.

Let’s end this.

“Carlisle!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. And as I planned, within seconds, he was in front of me, his hands placed on my shoulders shaking me slightly, attempting to stop my wailing. 

“Bella, honey, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“I … have a … theory …” I gagged through tears and cries. “Take me … to … Cain … I need to see his … body.”

“Okay,” He whispered, “I owe you at least that.” He looked at his feet, as if ashamed of himself. I felt so remorseful, but I would deal with that later; I had to prove myself wrong. Please, God.

I followed Carlisle’s lead as he led me back to Cain’s room. He signalled the nurses out and ordered no one to enter until he gives the go ahead. I watched as they filled out and tried to gather my thoughts as I waited outside, too afraid to go in and see my worst fears play out like an old movie.

“Bella?” Carlisle whispered, reached out for my hand slow enough for me to react if I wanted to, but instead I took it and shuffled in. As I took in Cain’s pale form, I felt like it should have been me; me instead of him in so much pain. I could see clearly the effects whatever venom or poison was in him was having on him; Cain’s shaking and sweating body was obviously having breathing difficulties, his chest working in overdrive. I stumbled towards him, keeping myself together and took his bruised hand in my own purple glove. I traced my fingers along his arms, taking in every detail of his skin, before venturing up to his face, smoothing the bags under his heavy eyes. My darken hand cupped his face as I hummed tunelessly to him, making my other hand draw shapes and letters on his hand. Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I pealed back the collar of the gown they had dressed him in. I could feel Carlisle behind me, watching my every move, probably in case I had another ‘episode’; I heard someone call it when Sam was dragging me away from gawping eyes earlier.

“Oh god … no, fuck … oh please no … shit … oh god, fucking hell! … ” My voice getting louder with every curse as I saw what was probably somehow meant for me. It looked like a single puncture mark, but not by a knife or an axe; it was more like a bite … made by a fang …

By popular demand, CAIN IS BACK! Come on, admit it. Who cried? Lol.

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