Waking Up Alone

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction for the Twilight universe. I have in the past written a few Harry Potter Fanfics as well. I chose to write this story because it had been playing in my head for over a month and distracting me from the other projects I was trying to work on. It's a short but sweet piece that looks at Bella's struggle at being turned. I do hope you enjoy! I look forward to hearing what you have to say!

Disclaimer: All things of the Twilight Universe sadly do not belong to me. I am just a fan playing in Stephenie Meyer's Sandbox. Don't Worry I'll put the toys back where I found them when I am done.

Chapter 1: Meal Interrupted

~ Laurent shook his head, his face kind. "Look at it this way, Bella. You're very 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! ~

{New Moon Chapter 10, pages 241-242 Stephenie Meyer}

Searing pain flowed through my body as Laurent ripped into my neck. So much for painless. But an odd thing happened, just as the pain started, Laurent threw me to the ground while looking off into the distance with what my pain seared brain could only make out to be shock and fear spread across his face.

The growling intensified now and through the murk of blurred vision from the pain I could make out flashes of shapes that didn't make sense to me. The pain was growing now. I could feel my body wanting to shut down and black out. But just before the darkness could overtake me, my wonderful Edward shook me out of it.

"NO BELLA! Not yet. You must move!"
My hallucination growled at me. I didn't want to move. There was so much pain and my delusions were so powerful, they were stronger than ever. I did not want to think about moving. "Bella, you MUST listen! The wolves, they must not find you! Now GET UP!"

Wolves? Now I really must be going crazy. I had no idea what Edward was talking about. But He seemed urgent enough maybe if I followed I could keep this wonderful delusion going. Gasping through the pain I tried to follow the instructions of my wonderful guardian angel.

"Good Bella. Now Run! Leave everything behind and run! You know where the key is to get in the house. Go there and stay there until it's over. When you are through go to Denali. They can help you. Now go!"

I knew that I had to listen to my Edward. I knew that everything that he had said was the truth, but moving was so hard. I doubt that I have ever felt anything on that level of pain ever. Just taking one step made my body feel as if I had a thousand flaming knives stabbing in to me at once. Gasping at the shock I stumbled into a tree and grasped it for support. Taking a deep breath, I knew that it was only going to get worse and that I didn't have much time before the pain would get too much for me to have any control over my body. I grit my teeth and ran doing my best to ignore the pain.

It was hard to find my way. I didn't think that I would be able to make it all the way to the Cullen house from where I was, but my wonderful Edward guided and pushed me forward. Just when I thought that I wasn't going to make it, that I wouldn't be able to take another step further the house came into view. I stumbled my way forward crawling my way up the steps and grabbed the key from the hiding spot more than grateful that it was still there. I made it as far as the couch before the first new wave of pain came crashing down upon me carrying me with it into the oblivion of unconsciousness.

The pain only got worse from there. It came and went and I had no idea of the passage of time. It was sometime later that I finally started feeling the waves of pain starting to dwindle. I could feel my senses getting stronger. I could smell layers of smells and scents that I never smelled before. But the more the waves of pain slowed down the more my throat started to burn.

At last, after what felt like eons, the pain faded leaving only the burning of thirst in my throat. I opened my eyes slightly disoriented and then remembered through the pain what had happened. I had been in the meadow and had run into Laurent who had decided to use me as his mid day snack. He had just started to feed when for some reason he stopped and ran away. Through my delirium of pain I had found myself at the Cullen house. But that must have been days ago now.

A plan. I needed a plan if I was going to survive. My Edward delusion seemed to think it best if I head north to Alaska and start a search for the Denali Coven. I knew that they were like the Cullens and that if there was anybody that could help me now, they would probably be my best bet. I looked out the window to see the sun shining. I knew I should wait for the cover of nightfall to start out on my journey but being in this house had left me with too many painful memories. And with my thirst as overpowering as it was, I knew I wouldn't be able to wait.

If I was going to do this I knew I was going to need some supplies. Just as I was about to wonder where I was going to get the supplies a painful memory flashed across my mind. It was from last spring soon after we had gotten back from dealing with James. Alice had come over to help me with my shower and other girly needs.

"You know Bella; we view you as part of the family now. You are stuck with me as a sister now and you won't be getting rid of me. No matter what," Alice mentioned as she was lowering me into the tub.

"Yeah, I know Alice. Thanks!" I smiled at the idea of her being the sister I always wanted.

"No Bella, I mean it. No. Matter. What. I will always count you as a sister even if I have to leave."

Panic and confusion flowed through me. With a look of horror I gasped, "Alice! What are you saying?"

"Calm down Bella! I don't plan on going anywhere. I just keep getting murky flashes of me going away for a while. That's all. Just don't mention to Edward that I told you. He didn't want me worrying you while you are trying to get better. I just wanted you to know that as my sister, my things will always be open for you."

I shook myself from the memory. Shock filled me again as I thought back to the words that Alice had told me. Could she have known that this was going to happen when they left me? I didn't want to think on that. But the message was clear, she had seen that I would be needing her help when nobody was here. Curious I cautiously went towards her room. I dare not look anywhere else. My heart may have stopped beating but the gaping hole in my chest was still there, waiting to rip through the rest of me indestructible or not.

I walked up the stairs not even wanting to look in that corner of the living room. I made my way to Alice's door and took a deep calming breath and steeled myself for whatever I would find on the other side. Momentary surprise filled me when I saw a backpack sitting on the bed with a note to me resting on it.

I can't say how sorry I am that I have to resort to this to help my sister, but I am left with no choice. I cannot see the reasons for why you are going to need these supplies only that you do and that we aren't there to help you get them. Please know that even though we are apart, leaving you was not my idea. You are still as always considered my sister and nothing, not even my stupid brother can change that. I hope that this will help and I wish with all my heart that I could be there to help you with more.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I read the note. Hope spread through me that maybe I still at the very least had one Cullen left somewhere. I looked down the back pack to see what she had left for me. In it were a few changes of clothes as well as a map. Looking closer at the map I realized that this wasn't just any map, it was a map to Denali. God I loved Alice. I slipped the backpack on and closed up the house. Now, if I could only figure out how to hunt.

Stepping to the edge of the porch, I took a deep breath in trying to catch a scent that might lead me in the right direction. I crinkled my nose in disgust as the first smell that hit me was the faint smell of wet dog. Shrugging that off I smelled again this time though I smelled beyond the wet dog smell. I caught a whiff of something that made my thirst increase. The smell wasn't that appetizing but it was certainly better then whatever that wet dog smell was.

Following the smell I amazed myself at the ease of movement and the grace that flowed through me. Having never been one for coordination in my human life this new found Grace was something that I think I would never get used to but always enjoy.

The scent grew stronger and could now see my prey. A large buck was standing at a creek lapping up water. I crouched and then sprang for the kill. I was a little messy but it wasn't bad for my first kill. It did the job for the moment and allowed me to start on my way to Denali. I had a new anxiousness to get there now that Alice had seen to it that I knew where I was going. I started north and figured that if I stayed in the outskirts and in the woods I might make it in a day or so.

It felt so invigorating to be running this fast across the land. I finally understand why the Cullens loved speed. With the perfect eyesight that could see everything so clearly and reflexes that allowed me to flow like water through a river there was nothing but the feel of freedom and power to concentrate on.

Sooner than I would have thought, I found myself in Alaska. Knowing that I must be getting fairly close I stopped in a clearing and took out the map to check where I was going. I had only been looking at the map for a moment when my senses flared and I realized that I was not alone. Off in the distance I heard the faint sounds of a small snap of a twig. Looking towards the sound I saw the shape of a silhouette. Fearing for my control I clamped down on my senses and bolted in the opposite direction.

I ran until I could be sure that I would be safe from the smell and then stopped to gather myself once again. I took a hesitant breath in and relaxed when I didn't smell any scent of human. I took another deep breath and paused. Strange, there was that same nasty wet dog smell. Before I could think further about what that horrid smell could be, my sharp eyes caught a flash of movement in the bushes in front of me.

I gasped as a surge of panic rose within me. A large russet wolf stepped out of the shadows. I crouched to attack but paused when another two wolves stepped out as well. A snarl reached past my lips but they still pushed closer. Just when I thought that I was going to have to attack a new scent came at me from the direction I had just run from. I was about to try to find a new way to escape when the new smell registered. I knew that smell. But it couldn't be what I thought it was. I could not even look back, not daring to let myself hope.

I was snapped back to the moment as I heard one of the Wolves let out a vicious growl. I was just about to pounce when I felt an arm grab me from behind. I whipped around snarling at whoever dared grab me. I stopped midway through my snarl, shocked into recognition while waves of a calm that was not my own came over me.

Movement caught my eye as a strong and familiar voice called out "Enough."

I whipped my head to the side and caught sight of yet another face that I never thought I would see again. I wondered with a passing thought whether it was possible for a Vampire to pass out from shock.