Bella's Point of View

MY EYES slowly opened. I could barely make out the room surrounding me; everything was a blur of white colors. I saw a figure, but could not make out anything. It almost looked like an angel – except for something was evil about it. I could not be certain, but I blinked, trying to focus my poor eyesight. I could smell disinfecting solutions and the familiar scent of blood. My eyes drifted to the sheets atop me, which were stained with the red filth. I could scarcely hear from the ringing in my ears. What had happened? A few images flooded my mind, beckoning me to remember childbirth. I wanted to clutch my stomach in pain, but I decided against it.

"Bella, Bella," a soprano voice consoled me. It sounded like a musical melody sent from the heavens. Perhaps this was an angel. All I knew was that I wanted to hear this voice more and more...

"Stay with me, Bella," I heard the sweet voice say. I tried to smile and nod my head, ready to listen to the candied voice. Instead, my head bobbed and I made some kind of horrific grimace, I was sure. I had never been beautiful when I was tired. I always had shadows underneath my eyes or I couldn't focus. Right now I assumed I did both. I tried to keep my eyes wide at least so I could see the person who was speaking. "I need a name – a boy name," it added.

I could barely remember a small child in my arms. Dark hair. Green eyes. A perfect face...

"Edward," I drawled, my voice loud to my own sensitive hearing. I remembered Edward. I could easily remember running my fingers through his smooth hair, looking into his liquid topaz eyes... Suddenly I could hear the beat of my heart. I couldn't stick to the thought for much longer - I was distracted by a pen scratching on paper. I started to gain a little more consciousness. My mind was beginning to clear.

"What about a middle name?" The voice cooed, gently. I had heard this voice somewhere. But where? My mind was not working as it should. I struggled to think of a middle name as swiftly as possible. I suddenly recognized some unique features – flaming red hair and a sharp nose. It was beautiful, but all too familiar.

"Masen," I murmured, trying to test the nurse's hearing abilities. She quickly scribbled down the middle name, and then added my last name to the birth certificate. I tried to sit up straight, but my body felt heavy. My eyelids drooped again. I couldn't stay awake... it had to be from all the drugs.

I snapped my head to the side to see the digital clock on the mahogany end table beside me. I had to squint to make out the red numbers: four fifty-three.

I returned my gaze to where the nurse had been sitting. The cushioned stool was evacuated. I didn't even hear the chair squeak when the nurse had left it, nor did I hear her footsteps.

It was all too awkward. I wanted my brain to work, but my over dosage of drugs had left me groggy. I felt smooth, silky skin brush up against my shoulder. I turned my head to see, but something – a hand – had steadied me. I wanted to brush the coldness away like a fly, but it proved impossible to move at all.

I suddenly realized that it was not skin, but lips. Cold lips were working up to my neck. I angrily wanted it to stop. The lips lingered on my neck before I felt a shot of pain. Too late I recognized that teeth were plunging into my neck. Blood was being sucked right out of me. What little color I had left in my warm cheeks soon disappeared.

My life was over. I had always imagined dying with Edward. Knowing that his eyes would be the last thing I would see. Knowing that I lived my eternity together with him.

Stupid blood-sucker. She ruined everything.

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"She died at approximately four fifty five AM," the slight nurse told the doctor, washing her hands thoroughly underneath the silver faucet. She twisted the water off, and grabbed a paper towel from the rack. She threw it away into the waste basket and flopped into a cushioned stool by the steel counter. She used a red rubber band to arrange her hair into a messy ponytail. Even without putting much care into her hair, it was still unbelievably gorgeous and shiny. The doctor hadn't had many nurses like her in a long time. It was kind of like a luxury.

"Where is she now?" the doctor asked, pointlessly. He knew that the nurse had taken her body and was probably having the gravestone arranged by now. This nurse was always on top of things – but he couldn't resist the chance to hear her soft voice. He pushed his dark spectacles higher on his nose and stared at the nurse.

"In heaven, I'd presume," she stated, a smirk playing across her ruby red lips, "or hell." she muttered, under her breath. The doctor didn't hear, but grinned. He turned to the door and placed his hand on the doorknob and questioned, "Yes, but where is the body? I must write a -"

"I've already done it," she said simply. She placed her ivory colored hand on top of his tan one, successfully thwarting him from the door. "Trust me. Please." His blue eyes searched her crimson ones. A smile stretched across his face.

"Fine. You are the most accomplished nurse," he gave in. Another question came to his mind. "What about the child?" he interrogated. Surely she would have an answer for this.

The nurse slipped her hand away, sighing. A troubled look was cast over her amazingly cat-like features. Her lower lip jutted out for a moment, before she spoke. "I'm not so certain. The fellow doctors and nurses are attempting to locate the father. If all else fails, I will certainly adopt the boy, and bring it up as my own." she said, turning her back to the doctor. "Oh, how I always wanted to be a mother," she lied. She grinned sinisterly, thankful that the doctor did not see this.

"I'm sure you would make a great mother," the doctor agreed. "However, I hope the father will be found soon. I would not doubt that he could be found, actually, in a town this small," his voice trailed off as he thought of other things.

"Thank-you," the nurse turned to the doctor and smiled breathtakingly. Her crimson eyes were full of mischief and lies, but her lips were curved into the prettiest smile the doctor had ever seen.

"Very well," he said, turning towards the door, unable to take his eyes off of her, "Victoria." He turned the doorknob and left the room.

"Indeed."