Author's Note: Well, this is something new for me - normally I write about the werewolves and here I am writing about one of the vampires....However, I like to explore characters and get into their heads and recently I have been inspired by Alice's character....and here is the fruit of that! This will probably be a two or three shot - I'll just have to see how it unfolds. I am busy studying for exams at the moment, so I can't say when the next installment will be out, but hopefully not before too long;)

On a different note, my Jacob/Bella story, A Golden-Hearted Rose, placed second in the Best Friend Jacob category in the SOB challenge!! It is also up for the BEST FLUFF category in the Sparkle Awards, so if you enjoyed it, please go and vote! Voting is open until November 8 and the link is on my profile.

FINALLY, there is a poll on my profile regarding a Jacob/Bella AH multi-chapter fic which I am thinking of writing - please go and vote in the poll and let me know your thoughts on it. I don't want to write it if there aren't people interested.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Down the Rabbit Hole: Part One: In Which a Vampire is Born

The silence was deafening. That expression had a new meaning for her now. Because whilst what her ears were detecting right now might be described as silence by other people, she could hear every tiny sound that was made within a ten mile radius.

Every scuffle.

Every buzz.

Every crunch.

Every tweet.

Everything.

And it was deafening. It was so loud that she almost felt as if she couldn't think. Almost. Because despite the distracting noises echoing through her ears, her brain was still functional. Mercilessly so. Random images flickered like an old silent movie through her brain: a pale, unearthly beautiful face, lips moving, whispering something that she couldn't quite make out, strain her now perfectly attuned ears as she might. Pain; agonizing, burning pain that spread from her neck down to her toes, up to her brain and then inwards, to her rapidly thumping heart. Darkness, an endless blackness. Screams somewhere in the blackness and a terrible ripping sound. The sickly sweet smell of burning.

And now another face, also pale, also beautiful, but one which she instinctively knew she hadn't seen before. A youthful face, surrounded by dark blond hair. A thin face, covered in scars, with the mouth drawn in at the edges. A haunted face, with a lost look in the scarily red eyes. It was a face that inexplicably drew her in, made her want to know more about the person behind it.

But first, she had to deal with the flaming agony that was her throat. She moved her hands up to wrap around it, desperately and futilely trying to soothe it from the outside in. She felt shock when her hands came in contact with cold, hard skin. That wasn't right. She felt even more horror when she brought her hands up to her eyes and saw that they were dead-white and impossibly smooth. Her breath began to come in short, panicked gasps and that was when she smelled it. The most amazing, most delectable scent ever. She breathed in deeply and her eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy. The aching burn in her throat intensified and she knew that she just had to find the source of that delicious smell and drain it dry. It would be impossible to resist. And why would she? Anything that smelled that good was simply asking to be devoured.

Her limbs went into autopilot and she only wondered for a brief moment how she could move so fast, so easily when she had always been weak, frail, slow. But that thought was soon brushed aside as she caught another whiff of heaven. Pure heaven. She ran in the direction of the scent, tracking it down with delicately twitching nostrils and when she found the source of it, she didn't think twice before sinking her teeth into soft flesh and sucking in hungrily. She drank and drank and drank, feeling the hot spicy stickiness gush down her throat, soothing the ache, until it was nothing more than a trickle. And then she opened her eyes, which she had closed with pleasure, and promptly threw up. Because this wasn't heaven; this was hell.

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She stumbled backwards in horror, her unnaturally white and smooth hands flying trembling to her bloodstained mouth. What had she done? What had she become? Turning quickly away, she fled from the site of the carnage, her legs trembling beneath her even as they moved faster than sight. When she was far away from civilisation, far from any more distracting scents, she collapsed on her knees and sobbed. But no tears would come and try as she might, her dry heaving did not bring her the satisfaction that she thought it would.

She got up and wandered aimlessly through the countryside, not really looking where she was going, until she came to a stream. Kneeling down by the water's edge, she reached into the water and washed away all traces of her ugly deed. And as she did so, she caught her reflection. But it couldn't be. A stranger stared back at her from the murky depths. A beautiful, pale stranger with eyes the colour of…but no, she did not want to think about it. And yet. And yet, it was her. She recognised herself in the expression of horror and fear on the beautiful stranger's face. Her fears confirmed, she sank back on to her heels, gazing unseeingly ahead of her. She was not herself anymore. She had become something else. She was a monster.

An image, a recollection, flashed through her mind – a pale young man with red eyes like hers and dark blond hair….perhaps he could explain to her what had happened, why she was like this. Perhaps he could give her…hope. Standing up, she resolved to search for him and find out.

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