The Right Swan: Edward LS

Alternate Ending (In Which Dean Doesn't Bite Toni)

Toni's P.O.V.

"You don't know shit."

"Such a dirty mouth. What do you think I'm going to do after all this? I'm going to hurt you, Toni," he said. He let go of my face, stood up, and then kicked me in my side. Instinctively, I wrapped my good arm around my mid-section to protect it.

"I'm going to cut, bruise, and scar every inch of your body while you scream for help. I'm going to make you want to die, but I won't allow you to. No. I'm going to make you suffer eternally."

He kicked me once more before he leaned into my neck and bit down. Hard. An excruciating amount of pain hit me all at once, causing my body to jolt. My body arched off the ground and my mouth opened to let out an inaudible scream.

"I'm going to make sure you never think about disrespecting me again by hurting you so bad that no one will recognize you, not even yourself. And when I'm done, I'm going to kill your little boyfriend."

He chuckled darkly as I stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes.

"Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy-"

He was suddenly thrown across the room, causing Bella to fall unceremoniously to the ground. They had arrived; the Cullens sans Esme, that is. I watched as they jumped in from the windows one by one. Emmett immediately descended upon Dean and Jasper started barking out orders to Rosalie. Carlisle and Alice tended to Bella and Edward made his way to me. He sat beside me and started looking over my wounds.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," he murmured in my ear. There was a hint of disbelief, as well as concern mixed with his usually calming voice.

"It was the best option," I said, slightly out of breath. Adrenaline was pumping throughout my body, causing me to ignore the immense pain I was in. A blanket of relief and fatigue enveloped me and a small sigh left my mouth. The Cullens were here, which meant it was all over; I could finally relax.

"That doesn't mean I wasn't still worried. You could have gotten killed, Toni," Edward replied to.

"We need to fix that habit of yours," I said as I winced in pain. He was prodding at my head and it was doing more harm than good, in my opinion.

"What habit?" he asked as he continued with his examination.

"The habit where you overreact to everything."

"It's not overreacting if your life is at stake."

"Can you be less of a mate and more of a doctor right now?"

Edward sighed, but nonetheless decided to take the latter route.

"Your head isn't bleeding, but there's a small bump forming. I recommend ice and rest. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," I replied. "Thank you, Doctor."

He rolled his eyes and gave me a small smile. The smile dropped from his face a few seconds later, alerting me that something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Edward?" I asked him.

"We need to get out of here. They're getting ready to start the fire and I don't want you here when they do," he informed me.

"Fire?" I asked.

"It's the only way to kill one of us. You have to rip a vampire apart and burn the pieces, otherwise, they'll piece themselves back together."

I made a face as I pictured a bunch of unattached limbs bouncing around, trying to putting themselves back together. All of a sudden, the smell of gasoline and then the smell of burning flesh wafted into my nose, bringing back horrible memories of Nathan. Edward wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, holding me close.

He shushed and consoled me as I buried my face in his chest. I didn't want to relive those memories and I didn't want to cry over them anymore, so I breathed in Edward's calming scent and let the reassuring fact that Nathan's murderer was going to be gone in the next few minutes wash over me.