A/N: Ok...so I am suffering from an extreme case of writer's block with my other story, I Wanna Be...and that sucks. This was actually supposed to be my first fanfic, I began writing this one long before I Wanna Be. So...I hope you like it, and hopefull I will have an update on my other story soon...
This first chapter has a lot from New Moon.
"Come for a walk with me," he suggested in an unemotional voice, taking my hand…
"Okay, let's talk," I said. It sounded braver than it felt.
He took a deep breath.
"Bella, we're leaving."
I took a deep breath, too. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared. But I still had to ask.
"Why now? Another year—"
"Bella, it's time. How much longer could we stay in Forks after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he's claiming thirty three now. We'd have to start all over soon regardless."
His answer confused me. I thought the point of leaving was to let his family live in peace. Why did we have to leave if they were going? I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant.
He stared at me coldly.
With a roll of nausea, I realized I'd misunderstood.
"When you say we—," I whispered.
"I mean my family and myself." Each word separate and distinct.
A few months later…
It was the same place, of that I was instantly sure. I'd never seen another clearing so symmetrical. It was as perfectly round as if someone had intentionally created the flawless circle, tearing out the trees but leaving no evidence of that violence in the waving grass. To the east, I could hear the stream bubbling quietly.
The place wasn't nearly so stunning without the sunlight, but it was still very beautiful and serene…
A dizzying array of emotions shot through me in a second. The first was surprise; I was far from any trail here, and I didn't expect company. Then, as my eyes focused on the motionless figure, seeing the utter stillness, the pallid skin, a rush of piercing hope rocked through me. I suppressed it viciously, fighting against the equally sharp lash of agony as my eyes continued to the face beneath the black hair, the face that wasn't the one I wanted to see…
"Did Victoria ever find you?" I asked, breathless, desperate to distract him. It was the first question that popped into my head, and I regretted it as soon as the words were spoken. Victoria—who had hunted me with James, and then disappeared—was not someone I wanted to think of at this particular moment.
But the question did stop him.
"Yes," he said, hesitating on that step. "I actually came here as a favor to her." He made a face. "She won't be happy about this."
"About what?" I said eagerly, inviting him to continue. He was glaring into the trees away from ne. I took advantage of his diversion, taking a furtive step back.
He looked back at me and smiled—the expression made him look like a black-haired angel.
"About me killing you," he answered in a seductive purr.
And then it happened, the thing I had wanted most in this world, but not from him. With one fell swoop, Laurent grabbed me with his ferocious teeth shining at me. He held on to the back of my neck, so that I couldn't move from his icy grip. He lowered his teeth to my neck, inhaled deeply, and sank them into my skin.
I hadn't realized how much this would hurt. It felt like a part of me was dead; the fact that I only had my memories of her to keep me sane. But was that enough?
I had toyed with the possibility in my mind, staying and turning her myself. Would she have been better off? This had occurred to me the moment I landed in South America. Where could she be? Why couldn't I find her? Was this a complete waste of my time?
As it turns out… It was. There was no sign of Victoria anywhere. I had lost her scent. This tracking stuff wasn't as easy as it appeared. I would have to work on this skill and make it better. Work on this when I could focus, and not feel like there was a part of me missing, a part that stayed with Bella that day in the forest.
What was she thinking? Did she really think I didn't care for her; or did she know I was sacrificing everything; sacrificing being with her, so that she would be safe? Did she know that I loved her, and that I never wanted this life for her? If only there were some way I could…
It burned… When would this stop, the searing pain, the agony, the sheer torture; why had I wanted this for myself? I had to fight it, it would be over soon; or so that's what I was told. Why me? Why had I come to this forsaken town and give my heart to the one person who didn't want me? Why couldn't I have just let him go? Why did I come to this meadow in the first freaking place?
I laid in the meadow for what seemed like an eternity. My body would act on its own, digging my fingers into the earth, desperate for some type of release from the searing ache in my veins. My body would contort and writhe in pain, and i screamed, hoping I would just die.
The burning started to ease, I felt less like I was on fire, and more like I was standing very close to the edge of one. Where did those wolves go? Would they know to come looking for me?
I slowly picked myself up from the ground; my heartbeat was nothing but a faint noise slowly coming to a stop. A ticking watch, whose battery was on the verge of dying, and all I had to do was wait. Finally, it stopped, the burning fire raging inside me was gone, and I could only hear the sounds of the forest around me. The water flowing through the meadow, I could even hear the faint noise of a car driving by on a highway that was miles away. My senses were heightened, I could hear the slightest noise, and smell the faintest smell.
This is it, I am a vampire…
A/N: Ok, hope it wasn't too awful! HAHA! Anyways, let me know what you think!