What would happen if the Cullen's hadn't found Bella in time to save her from James and from becoming a vampire? What would happen if after Bella became a vampire she didn't remember anything of her life and was an uncontrollable newborn vampire?

James leaped towards me in one long stride. He caught me by the arm and roughly turned me towards him. I cried out in pain, for my arm felt like it was being pulled out of its socket. I pleaded for him to stop, but he only laughed menacingly. He threw me against the mirrors and I felt something warm dripping down my skull. I closed my eyes and hoped for a quick end. Then I felt a small pinching in my wrists, only slightly aware of James on top of me, drinking my blood. I was getting weaker, and weaker, the life draining out of me. I realized he was bleeding me dry. All of a sudden a snarl ripped through the air and James was pulled off of me. Then the world faded into blackness.

"Carlisle, help. Please!" a beautiful Angelic voice called out
"Edward, there's too much venom in her system. She's going to become one of us" another beautiful voice called softly.
"No. Bella, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. It's going to be okay. I'm sorry" said Edward whimpering softly.
I listened to the beautiful angel, my body numb with pain, but then all hell broke loose. In my body it was nothing like getting thrown into the mirrors, it was a million times worse! It was as if I was being drowned, burned and eaten alive, hit by a bus, stabbed, drained of blood, and suffocated at the same time. Only, this was much, much worse. I let out ear-splitting shriek and struggled against hands holding me down. A kind angelic voice was whispering in my ear, "It's going to be ok. I'm so sorry"
30 minutes later I stopped screaming, realizing it did more harm than good. I counted each second, each minute, as I trudged though this pain for what seemed like an eternity. It was mostly quiet except for a few visits from some people, angels by the sound of their voices. I couldn't hear what they were saying, the pain too distracting. After what seemed like a millennium later, my fingers and toes stopped burning. I mentally let out a sigh of relief; this horror was going to end. It wasn't eternal misery after all!
But I had spoken to soon. All of a sudden the fire extinguished from the rest of my body, only to be intensified in my chest. Was that even possible? I let out another scream, knowing it wouldn't help. I couldn't concentrate on the angelic voice telling me it was going to be ok. All I could think was "Kill me now, kill me now". My heart galloped faster and faster, attempting to win the unbeatable battle against the fire attempting to possess my body. Just as fast as it had started, it was over. The pain was all gone. No more fire burning inside of me.
I opened my eyes to see a plain white ceiling. I could hear breathing in the room and got off my cot. Who were these people? I looked at the one with bronze hair and topaz eyes. I could almost recognize him, but instead I was distracted by an unbearable ache in my throat. It was almost as bad as the fire in my body. My eyes gazed around wildly looking for something to eat; to drink; to quench my thirst, only to find nothing. I observed 7 people watching me with weary eyes. The one in front stepped forward.
"Bella." He said cautiously, "we mean you no harm. Please just listen"
I listened to for almost a tenth of a second before I lunged for his throat.

The instant I lunged 3 of the men were holding me down. My throat ached to drink something, so I hissed violently at them attempting to break their grasp. The man who I had lunged for looked at me warily and introduced himself. "Bella, do you remember us? I'm Carlisle. This is Edward, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Esme, and Alice" he said as he motioned to every one of them. Alice and Esme nodded at me and gave me small smiles. The rest were silent, not looking at me. This angered me, though I did not know why. All I knew was that they expected me to remember them, but I had no idea who they were. And now they weren't going to even give me any recognition? As the anger surged through me I ripped my arms free from my captors' grasps and ran out of the room, out of the house, and into the open world.

I closed my eyes for a hundredth of a second to let myself sniff out my prey. I heard the beating of a heart and the pulsing of blood somewhere in the distance. The burn in my throat seemed to ache more as I let my instincts take over, racing towards the insignificant human. As I reached the stranger I lunged for its throat, connecting with arteries and letting the soothing blood flow into my mouth and down my throat. It felt so damn good. The ache in my throat was only a small, bearable burn. I only got my moment of bliss for a few seconds before someone pulled me up. I hissed angrily at them, ready to tear them to shreds.
"Bella, it's me, Edward."
I turned away from the bloodied human to see the man named Edward staring down at me. His eyes were wet with tears, looking at me with desperate, pleading hope in his eyes.
"Who's Bella?" I replied in my high tinkling voice.