AU in which Bella is bitten at the end of Twilight and has to live her newborn life the same way the rest of the Cullens did. /canon
Prologue
Edward had told me very little about the burning.
Whatever he had said was pushed out of the window, as nothing could prepare me for how painful it actually was. Not that I'd remember anyway; everything from the past few months swirled around my head and didn't make any sense to me. I remembered few things: Charlie's concerned face, Edward's golden eyes, Jacob's warm arms.
And a warning.
Apparently I was screaming. I heard an irritated yell from somewhere far across the room, heels clipping on soft wooden floorboards and a door slamming. She'd asked if there was anything they could do to make me shut up. I guessed Rosalie.
I latched on to the few memories I had left. Edward was everywhere, but Jacob was there, too, looking disapprovingly at me. It's not my fault, I wanted to say.
But was I telling the truth?
All my frustration at not remembering anything melted away, and a new face came to mind. James. The one who was tracking me. Who wanted to kill me. I tried to reach out to his face, to scratch his evil eyes away from studying me like that, but I couldn't get him to stop.
He had taken over Edward's spot as my most prominent thought.
It went on for hours, the burning. At least it felt like it did. Or it could've been longer. I only knew one thing: an angel was there, guiding me through it, muttering soft words. I tried to grab his hand, but whenever I tried, it seemed to slip away from me. Was I imagining this?
Was I dying?
I knew what the answer was. I knew in the back of my head what was happening to me, but I didn't want to admit it. Being a vampire wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to hurt. Was it?
My throat ached, and I couldn't tell if it was from my screaming or from thirst. Could I be thirsty already? Was I nearing the end of this nightmare?
I had a thousand questions, and nobody was answering me. I couldn't tell if I was saying them aloud or if I was just imagining these people. Lots of pale skin. A pair of tanned arms. Always that incessant complaining (Rosalie). Always pain. Nobody was answering me. Couldn't they stop this?
Always pain.
I tried to swallow. I tried to speak. I even tried to scream even though it would irritate Rosalie. But I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move or speak or breathe. I clawed at my throat. Make it stop! If they could hear me, they didn't comply with my wishes.
I stayed lying still. I couldn't do anything else.
I was frozen.
Always frozen.
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So then there's that. It's a little short, but it's only a prologue. Chapter one depends on whether you guys liked this so please leave a review!