Chapter One

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He was gone, he'd left me. But I couldn't stop following after him. I heard a noise somewhere behind me and I clung desperately to the hope that it was him. I had been walking for so long now. So long, it could have been forever, or minutes, or days, I wasn't sure.

Things happened to quickly for my mind to register them. I was spun, pulled and torn. Rain flowed freely and carelessly down my bloodied neck. I screamed, but it couldn't be heard over the roar of the angry thunder around me

I felt the air escape my lungs. I reached my hand out, desperate now. A haze took me over, and I couldn't think straight. What was happening? This couldn't be real.

"Edward?" I felt my legs give out from underneath me. My skin erupted into flames, I heard screaming. It was bloodcurdling, and terrifying. I felt the air ripple around me, and thunder boom in the empty space surrounding me.

My blood boiled, it was unbearable. The pain that had my heart plummeting only moments before was crushed and thoroughly trashed by the pain I felt now. More screams. Who was screaming?

I felt my throat, it was raw, dry. I felt like I was tearing. My skin was dry, and cracking. It was peeling, like it had been burned. Only this wasn't a sunburn, my skin was being torched.

I looked down, scared and screaming. I touched the skin, but it wasn't burning. It wasn't black and falling apart like I'd thought it would be. It was pale, and thin like it always had been, unthreatening in every manner of the word.

I scratched at the skin, the burn. It wouldn't leave. It wouldn't go away. I fell back onto the leaves below me. My brain slowed and throbbed. I closed my eyes against the pain surrounding me.

Why couldn't I just die? This unbearable pain, seeping into my very core and expanding. Why couldn't it just end?

I felt cold hands take my arm. I wished desperately that it was my Edward. But he'd already gone. Hours, days, months before. I couldn't be sure. Time hadn't mattered to me, not since he'd left me.

"Edward! Make it stop!" I cried desperately as I scratched furiously at my arms, screaming and writhing in his strong steel-like arms trying to tear the burning flesh off of me.

"It won't ever stop," a silky voice purred in my ear. Marble fingers ran over my face, I could feel the cold prickle on my flaming skin.

"Please," I felt something inside me break. My heart pumped fast, unbelievably so. It almost hurt. "God, please. Kill me," I reached out and pulled at whatever part of him that I could get at.

"I am," the voice. I heard it clearer now that I wasn't screaming. It wasn't my Edward.

I felt my hope die then, break in half like a brittle leaf in fall. It was almost like it had been something tangible, or solid inside of me that snapped. Maybe it was my heart.

It had died with whatever else that hadn't burnt to ashes now.

The burning moved from my limbs slowly, sluggishly, taking its time in devouring me.

"Stop. Please," I begged sobbing, but it was drowned out by more of the thunder, though it was a blurred noise. Like the wind rushing around me. The pain became too much, I couldn't breathe, I was burning with an intensity that put every other pain to shame.

I would die, a thousand times over to end this. Nothing could be worth this. I wanted to end. To have never been born. I wished that my existence would cease, that I would suddenly fall off the planet and strangle with no air.

I wanted desperately to be in some television drama, sitting in a hospital bed with someone standing over me, and a pillow pressed to my face. I wanted to be smothered, I wanted to die. I wanted to end. I wanted to drown in the flames and burn quickly so that this would just finish, be done with me.

And I thought I had gotten my wish, but I of course hadn't, when had anything ever gone my way? Blackness came like the grim reaper, all encompassing and drowning, like death in disguise, and it seeped into my mind. It took me over, and mercifully so.

I don't know how many times I came back to my conciseness, but whenever I did, I wished I hadn't. I wanted to seep back into my temporary evasion. I was convinced now, that I had died.

I was never meant to be with Edward. He was an angel, a messenger of God- no he had been a God. And I had been nothing but a black mark on his heart. I had broken some unspoken restriction in the universal rule book.

I had died and I had gone to hell.

This was all it could be. This never ending burn. I was damned to burn for my sins against perfection itself.

I had stopped screaming, no one was coming to save me. No one cared to. I had committed the greatest of sins. I had loved an angel.

My darkness came back, my oblivion, my only escape. The burning though only intensified, however impossible it seemed, and it now encased only my desperately beating heart. It was devouring the last of me. And in the most torturously painful way, slower and more intense than any of the burning before.

I felt myself give in the blackness. I couldn't take this pain, I was nowhere near strong enough for this.

The next time I awoke I still felt the burning. Only this was far less enveloping. It was a concentrated flame, dry and ageless that stuck to the back of my throat. It lived there now, I realized.

All the rest of the fire seemed to have gone out. But I was afraid, if I moved now, what would happen?

I was only still this way for moments, or hours, I couldn't be too sure anymore. I realized though that there was no noise. Not only was I not making even the slightest of noises, my insides weren't either.

My heart. I realized with some sinking anguish that it was gone.

It was dead. It had stopped beating. Maybe the first level of hell was over. Maybe I was doomed to the second now. I had only gone through one ring, the easiest of them all.

If that had been the easiest though, the initiation, then I was frightened at what would happen next. What on earth, or in hell, could be worse then the burning that still lingered inside my dead body?

My limbs seemed to move of their own accord. But I hadn't ordered them to. Of course I hadn't, too afraid, the poor frightened girl that I was would have never moved on her own.

The noise that startled me wasn't the slamming of a door, or the cocking of a gun, or the screaming of a murderous demon. It was the sudden breathe of a body near mine.

But it was so loud. So impossibly loud.

The next I knew I was crouched against a wall, I didn't have to look to feel that it was stone, cold and hard.

I gasped though when it registered in my quick moving mind that something was terribly wrong.

My site, it was so clear, unbelievably so. The woman standing before me was beautiful, monstrous and so inexplicably clear that I could count the lashes on her eyes. I could see the flecks of terrible crimson in the flat black of her hungry inhuman eyes.

The flame of vibrant curls on her head were wild, beautiful and dangerous. Every movement she made, however slight registered into my new fast thinking mind. She had the body of a predator.

I heard a chillingly deep and angry snarl, accompanied shortly and a deep, powerful growl. I stilled, had that been her? But the hearing I now had told me that it was wrong.

I blinked however unnecessarily. It had been me.

She stood much like me, low, crouched. Only her stance wasn't exactly like mine. She wasn't leaning towards me, she wasn't waiting to strike. She was leaning back, with her hands before her, ready to block. She was defending herself against me.

But who was she? What did she want with me?

I snarled once again, and bared my teeth. A blurry, and distant memory returned to me. I knew her face. I knew her flaming hair and feline grace. No matter how unclear my old memories were right now, I knew I recognized her. She was Victoria.

She had hunted me, she had tried to kill me.

It dawned on me then, she had killed me. Only in not the way that I had expected.

I heard her growl, and then I lost it. I pounced. I felt my body spring with grace that a human could never even begin comprehend and in less than a second I had her in my grasp. I ripped, I tore and I bit.

She tried to fight me off, but I was quick. Too quick. And far too strong for her. There was no blood, to my disappointment. But I didn't bother to care for long.

She was mine now.

My victim.

My prey.

My kill.

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A/N: Not your usual Bella gets changed into a vampire by Victoria, I hope? Please review so that I know if you think the story is heading a good direction, of if I should continue it at all. Thanks for taking the time to read.

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