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In Pheonix, before everything started (Bella POV):
I don't know what happened to me. First some sort of serial killer or psycho bit me and tried to kill me, but somehow I managed to crawl out of his grasp. A burning pain invaded my veins, but I ignored it and stood up, bracing myself for dizziness. I reached into my pocket and called 911.
"Someone attacked me," I said, barely conscious.
No one could figure out what was wrong with me. The doctors said that they couldn't do anything, and that I would probably die. They gave me the choice of staying in the hospital until my inevitable death, or returning home to my mom and her boyfriend. I didn't want to die; I held on to false hope that the doctors could save me. I stayed at the hospital. Ignoring the deathly fire spreading through my veins and inching towards my heart, I sat up, determined to live. A fierce pain shook my body and my back arched, shaking the white hospital bed. All of the doctors came to my side, trying to prevent my heart, which had been gradually slowing, from stopping forever, but with one faint, final thud, my heart stopped.
I opened my eyes, surprised that I wasn't dead. I sat up in bed, staring at the white hospital room. Every single detain was so much clearer. Almost as soon as the burning stopped, though, another burning started, in my throat.
"What, her heart stopped? How is this possible?" one of the doctors asked, shocked.
I smelled something that was delicious; something I had to have. But when I realized the tantalizing scent was coming from the doctor and the two nurses, I held my breath. I must be going insane. I refuse to take a life.
"She looks different, too," one of the nurses said. "She's so pale, and her features are more defined. Her hair is darker."
I realized that whatever happened to me, it wasn't normal. And doctors were…scientists…at heart, and I didn't want anyone experimenting on me. So, without thinking, I lunged at the doctor, moving faster than I ever had in my life. Ignoring his scent and my weird desire to bite into his neck, I moved onto the two nurses. Then I jumped out of the window and fled the scene, running faster than I ever had before.
Where could I go? What was happening to me? Why is my throat burning? Why am I so strong and fast? Just three days ago I was clumsy. When I passed a lake, I saw my reflection in the water, and I was afraid of myself: alabaster skin, whiter than paper. Red, crimson eyes. Dark, wavy hair and refined features. I was skinnier than before, but also more muscular.
What had I become? I killed three people, yes to avoid being locked up in some psych ward or worse being experimented on, but still, I felt horrible. I feel like a monster; I look like a monster. A day passes and I feel myself getting weaker, but not as weak as I was before I was attacked. The burning in my throat is getting increasingly unbearable. All of the scents around me collide and taunt me, and I can't take it anymore. Whatever it is, I need it. I can't bear to be without it.
Without thinking, I lead a man about my size into the forest and pounce on him, draining him of blood. Wait, was I drinking blood?! Why the hell was I drinking blood? I know for a fact that even the sight of blood made me nauseous. Ashamed of what I had just done, I collapsed around the now cold, white body. I covered it with my body and sobbed, expecting to feel tears rolling down my cheek. My cheek is dry. I continue to sob dryly, and then I abandon my…prey. No. I will not do that again. I will ignore the scents; I will ignore the burning.
What am I? Am I losing my mind? I run, faster and faster, and I find myself in Forks, Washington. What am I to do, when I have no clue who I am anymore…all I know is I'm alive, but my heart's not beating. I am Bella, but who is she to become?
To Be Continued…