"Are you okay?" He asked, looking down at me with wide eyes, obviously horrified at what my neck looked like.

"God, you so owe me!" I mutter, my voice hoarse as I stand up. Glancing over at Bella, I raised an eyebrow when I saw her already looking over at us, her eyes widening when she saw my neck. "Go... help her. I'll be fine."

He nods and rushes over to Bella trying to slow the blood loss and simultaneously form a plan to get us all out of here. Behind me, James quickly stands back up, rolling out his neck as he walks back over towards me, using my slightly dazed state to his advantage as he hurls me, head first, into the brick walls behind me. The impact makes the wall creak and crack but not crumble. I fall onto my hands and knees, trying to recollect myself, my sight going fuzzy for a bit as I watch James and Edward continue to furiously fight each other, neither one willing to give up.

After flinging Edward into the frame of a window, James smiled as he watched him let out a groan, obviously stuck in place due to the sudden and sharp impact on his head on the glass. Standing back up, I race towards James, pushing him back into the brick wall below Edward, my mind still a bit fuzzy from everything that had happened a few minutes prior. Swinging my fist up, I, successfully, hit him on the side of the head while simultaneously kneeing him in the stomach. Before I could land another hit on him, he reached out and grabbed my head, slamming me face-first into the brick, causing my cheek to crack slightly before he pulled me up into the air and kicked me in the stomach, the force enough to throw me like a rag doll into another set of mirrors a few feet away from Bella.

After putting both Edward and I out of commission for a few minutes, James quickly sauntered back over to Bella, grinning down at her as he looked at the damage that he caused to her. He paused, looking back up at Edward, who was now sitting back up getting ready to throw himself back toward James, a furious look on his face at the sight of James so close to Bella. James just chuckled, grabbing Bella's wrist, a sinister smile emerging on his face as he realized what he was going to do. Both Edward and I froze in place, not believing that he would actually do it- hoping that he wouldn't do it. Grinning, James bit down on Bella's wrist, keeping his gaze on Edward the entire time. Bella immediately began to scream in pain, her head turning to look at the now-bitten wrist. Edward quickly lept from the high window, crashing into James and pushing him away from Bella, his anger now giving him more strength.

Standing back up, I brushed off any of the glass that remained on my clothes, shaking it out of my hair the best that I could before making my way over to Bella, holding my breath as I looked at her wounds. The obvious bite mark on her wrist, courtesy of James. A broken right leg, and a pool of blood that was forming beneath her dark jeans. I quickly bent down and pressed my hands onto her wound, trying to stop her from bleeding out on the ground. As soon as my hands touched her, Bella started shrieking louder, the pain of her bite and her wound only getting worse as the seconds passed.

"Bella, Bella, Bella!" I called, trying to get her to focus on anything but the bite, "it's okay! You'll be okay! Carlisle's on his way! Just- Bella you have to breathe!"

I try to ignore the fight that is raging around us, Edward and James both continuously trying to rip each other's heads off. Just before Edward could rip James' head off, Carlisle and the rest of them quickly ran in. Jasper and Emmett grab James and hold him still, while Theo begins to rip up the floorboards for the fire. Carlisle tries to calm Edward down while Alice quickly joins me in trying to keep Bella from dying or turning.

"Carlisle?" I call out, knowing that she won't survive much longer without proper medical attention, "her blood."

I quickly backed away from the girl, knowing that Alice would have better control than me, at least for the time being. Carlisle quickly took my place and began to assess Bella, talking quietly to Alice and Edward.

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