Note: My first 'Twilight' story about what might have happened if Jacob and the boys had arrived at the meadow just a few moments later in 'New Moon'...enjoy and please read and review :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plot lines from 'Twilight' and 'New Moon'. The first part of this chapter (the writing in italics) is by Stephenie Meyer, not myself. Just clearing that up.
Laurent shook his head, his face kind. "Look at it this way, Bella. You're lucky I was the one to find you."
"Am I?" I mouthed, faltering another step back.
Laurent followed, lithe and graceful.
"Yes," he assured me. "I'll be very quick. You won't feel a thing, I promise. Oh, I'll lie to Victoria about that later, naturally, just to placate her. But if you knew what she had planned for you, Bella…" He shook his head with a slow movement, almost as if in disgust. "I swear you'd be thanking me for this."
I stared at him in horror.
He sniffed at the breeze that blew threads of my hair in his direction. "Mouthwatering," he repeated, inhaling deeply.
I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edward's furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I'd built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn't matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you.
He had lied to me.
He had told me that I wouldn't feel a thing, but he was lying. I did feel it.
I felt the moment that his razor sharp teeth pierced my throat as if my skin was nothing more than tissue paper.
I felt it as he began to draw out my blood, swiftly and mercilessly.
And I felt it when his teeth were ripped away from my throat and my body crumpled beneath me.
It's a strange thing, dying. When Laurent's teeth first broke through my skin I wasn't really thinking about the pain, all that was running through my mind was that that was it - my number was finally up. Laurent would succeed where Tyler's truck, James and Jasper had all failed…Bella Swann's natural affinity for dangerous situations was finally getting the better of her.
I had a lot of time to think about these things as the frenzied vampire held me in his tight embrace, drinking away my life, drop by drop. I'm not sure how long he held me there - it could have been a hundred years or just a few seconds, but however long it actually lasted, it felt like an eternity. My mind became strangely clear during those fateful moments, not clouded and vague as you might expect it to become in your dying moments. No, everything seemed very simple and there was only one person that I thought about, there was only one person that I could possibly think about.
Maybe I should have spared a few thoughts for Charlie and Renée, but at the time only Edward came to my mind and I was glad. I had experienced what few other people had – true love. Proper, fairy tale, happy-ever-after love. Well, of course it hadn't ended happily ever after, but I had still felt it and I would never have traded a single second my time with him; not to erase all those months after he left…not even to have had Laurent decide to let me live. I'd go through it all a thousand times before I gave up my time with Edward and I'd do it with a smile on my face.
But I didn't need to think about all that, because, after only a few seconds, something huge and black leapt at Laurent, ripping his teeth out of my neck, leaving me to fall to the ground, where everything finally went black.
It was only a few moments before the searing pain in my neck brought me back to consciousness. It was so much worse than the pain I had felt in my hand, when James had bitten me, so much worse. It felt like someone was strangling me, their hands ablaze with fire, as I choked for the air that my lungs were screaming out for. At first the pain was only local, the flames violently scorching my throat – I truly believed that if someone were to look at me they would see my skin cracking and blackening beneath my hands as I clawed at my skin. I was trying to beat out the flames, but if I had had to tear off my skin to stop the pain I would have. It was that excruciating.
Then the pain quickly began to spread. It was as if the fire was being carried to every inch of my body in my very blood, and if it wasn't for the blazing pain that was driving me to the brink of insanity, I probably would have realised that that was exactly what was happening – the venom was travelling through my veins to the rest of my body. There was no escape from it – the fire was consuming me.
I don't know if I was screaming or if the flames had burnt away my vocal cords, leaving me unable to cry for help or even express the agony I was going through. Who would answer anyway? I was in the middle of the woods and I'd told no one I was coming here. Only Jacob knew that I had been looking for this place, but he would never look for me here once they realised I was missing. It would be too late by then any way – I'd be dead. Whatever that meant.
Of course, if I had been in the right state of mind to be conscious of my surroundings, I might have noticed the pack of giant wolves ripping Laurent to pieces just twenty feet away from me. I would have been able to hear his agonised screams, mingled with the guttural snarls from the wolves as their teeth slashed away at his flesh and their jaws crushed his bones to shards. I would have seen the wolves step away from the bloodied mass of flesh and bones, which sullied the once beautiful meadow, and I would have seen their canine bodies twisting and writhing back into human form. But of course I couldn't concentrate on anything beyond my own immeasurable pain – that was more than enough to occupy my mind.
All I wanted was to die, for this unendurable torment to end, but I didn't even know if I'd be given the luxury of unconsciousness. It felt as if this pain would last forever. All I could hear was a deafening roaring in my ears and I didn't know if it was the Edward of my subconscious, raging at what had happened, or my blood streaming erratically around my skull, spreading the venom along with it. I could no longer control any part of my body – I felt trapped and paralysed, but my body was writhing in agony of its own accord. I didn't even feel the strong arms scoop me up and carry me, unnaturally quickly, through the forest. The wind rushing past had no cooling effect on my burning body, did nothing to quench the flames which enveloped me – I was too far gone. Nothing could save me now.
Despite the pain I still managed to repeat four words over and over again in my mind…
I don't remember much from those three days. Apart from the beginning, which I remember as vividly as I felt the pain at the time, and a few flashes of images from I don't know when. There was one person who sat by me for what seemed like the whole transformation, holding a cold flannel to my forehead, anxiously calling my name, pinning me down when I lost control…
There were arguments too…enraged voices demanding that something be done with me…I couldn't stay in the house…did he have any idea what I was turning into?...the risks were too high… At the time I had no idea what they were talking about. Sometimes I knew what was happening to me, other times I thought I'd died and was in Hell, and other times I thought that there was nothing more than the pain – absolute and forever.
I had no idea what trouble I was causing, what rifts I was creating between a pack once so tight and unbreakable. Some wished they'd left me out in the forest, others wanted me killed immediately, and others, one in particular, wanted to help me, wished that they'd arrived at the meadow just a few moments earlier. Just a few moments and they would have been able to stop Laurent in his tracks as he reached out for me, his teeth bared in a feral snarl…they would have been able to prevent what I was going through…prevent the pain they were feeling - well, one of them was feeling - at watching me going through such hideous torment.
Between these moments of consciousness and the utter blackness that I fell into when the pain become too much to bear, I dreamt. Or perhaps a better word would be hallucinated because I don't think I slept at all during those three days. I had slept for the last time the night before I ventured out to the meadow and I would never sleep again. I saw many things during those three days – some I wanted to see, some made me concentrate on the pain so I wouldn't have to see them… I saw Edward lying next to me in the meadow, his skin sparking like diamonds…I saw Alice dressing me up like a Barbie before the prom…I saw Charlie's face break into a smile when I made a joke about his cooking…but I also saw Charlie's face when he heard how the Cullens had left without a word…I saw Edward's gaze, empty of love as he told me he didn't want me…and I saw Laurent, advancing on me, his eyes crimson with blood lust. Those and hundreds more flitted through my mind, some mere glimpses, others so real that I thought that their subjects were standing close enough for me to reach out and touch them.
This lasted for three days. Laurent's bite had lasted long enough for enough venom to get into my blood stream to make the transition last the normal amount of time, rather than go on into more hours of unbearable suffering… When I awoke I was in a strange room in a strange bed…and I smelt blood.
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