Disclaimer : I am sad to announce that I do not own the characters of Twilight I'm only going to play around with them a bit. Very sad. But this is the prologue, so let me know if you want more or how to improve before I upload the other following ones! Thanks!
"Mike, no!" I could barely speak I was so petrified. He was leaning in closer and closer to me. His pale features were somewhat friendly although he was about to end my life. I was frozen; all I felt now were his cold hands and skin, while he lightly kissed my arm up and down in a horrible, icy way. I couldn't help but pant ferociously, and my last chance to perhaps survive was if I ran to the other side of my bedroom. But then I thought sensibly and realized that vampires had super speed, and could outrun a cheetah. I gave up on that idea instantly and began to lock in place with fear and hatred.
No one bar Mike, and me who I thought I loved once, were in my house.
"Sorry, Bella." And his piercing, dagger-like teeth sank their way slowly through my skin. "But I tried." Were the last words I heard, before the most burning, searing pain entered my system.
Quite clearly, he didn't try very hard at all; after all, he did just kill me.
Why wasn't I dying? I was in the most pain I had ever been in, and I wasn't dying, in fact, part of me felt like I was just becoming alive again.
I screamed as my limbs felt like they caught on fire.
The feeling of wetness began to flow around me, and I was floating, away to more, worse pain.
Why was this taking so long? I was drowning, I was bitten and I was burning. Surely I should have died. I was hoping it would come soon. I was in too much pain to be in any more at all.
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I got to a part where I thought that I just could not bare the pain. The numbing feeling of my limbs after being burnt would be thought of a pleasurable, but believe me, it was anything but that. There was a nipping pain inside my arm that felt like it would begin to bleed at any point, and the feeling of perhaps minutes, hours or even days had passed me.
I began to feel tingly in my mouth and around my face. Was I in Heaven? Did death feel this painful?
I decided to open my eyes, to see if I was dead or alive. I was betting on dead.
My eyes opened and to my astonishment, I was still in my room, on my bed, with no signs of a fire being present, or any water, washing me away to a world of unknown.
I was dry, lying on my bed, with my clothes on.
Where was Mike? I began to move instantly, but too fast. I felt a rush of adrenaline whooshing through me, but surprisingly no dizziness was overwhelming me.
"Mike?" I jumped at the sound of my own voice. A soprano, musical, tender voice just came out of my mouth. This was very strange.
I looked around my bedroom scooping for Mike, or any traces of this being a dream, and the first thing that scooped up my eyes was the fact that I could see each wood grain in the frame of my mirror. The delicate, bandy lines on the wood really shocked me. I had never seen this on my mirror before hand. Had my Mother replaced it?
The strangest thing of all so far was the fact that all that time I had spent in so much pain and angst, I felt nothing, in fact, I felt like I had gone through the exact opposite of pain.
I almost sprinted to my bedroom door by accident. I didn't intend to go that fast. Had Mike slipped me an energy drink?
I placed my hand on the doorknob, and it all of a sudden detached itself and fell to the floor. I quickly bent down to see why it fell, and I saw several dents in the metal, that corresponded with my hand. I picked my hand up slowly and noticed that my fingers were twice the length they had been before the pain had inflicted on me. The gentle reflection of me from the tiny doorknob almost made me faint. But I didn't.
I was different. I was strong, I was fast, and I was… beautiful.
I was beginning to think that I had woken up from a bad dream in someone else's body. But then I realized that the sign on my door said 'Bella's room'.
I tried to think back to the start of the pain, but everything was totally vivid. I remembered seeing Mike, slipping closer and closer to me, with the sign of excitement in his eyes. His wild, cold, skin touching my body to hold me still, the sweet smell of his breath whooshing over me, the searing pain of his teeth entering into the skin of my wrist, which was now clean, the sound of his voice saying the last words I heard before I… changed.
Every thought came pouring into my head about Mike. He was a vampire I knew that. He could kill anyone I knew that. He always spoke about resisting the temptation of my blood. He actually had the strength to bite me and finish right there right then.
