Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight- Stephanie Meyer does.

This starts of from where Victoria and Riley corner Bella and Edward outside the tent in Eclipse (Page 483).

Chapter One

Riley's jaw tightened, and he squared his shoulders. His eyes emptied- there was no more confusion, no more suspension. There was no thought at all. He tensed himself to attack.

Victoria's body seemed to be trembling, she was so tightly wound. Her fingers were ready claws, waiting for Edward to move just one inch away from me...

Then Riley attacked with a fierce guttering snarl and Edward moved to the left to defend himself from the attack. That one small movement had dire consequences- Victoria pounced and connected a strong blow to my chest with her stone hand that sent me reeling back and falling to the ground.

As I gasped for air, I felt her breath on my neck, right above my jugular vein. He touch was soft at first, almost caring, then I felt her sharp, venom-coated teeth piercing my thin skin.

I could only gasp in surprise- I had no breath left to scream. No breath left to call Edward to help me.

But then I heard a deep, ground-shaking roar. It didn't sound like a vampire, but I couldn't be sure, as Victoria's greedy pulls on my blood left me feeling very lightheaded and dizzy. Then, all of a sudden, she was gone, her lips, and teeth, were torn from my throat as though by some invisible force, and I managed to lift my head enough to look down.

It was Seth- I recognised the sandy-coloured fur of the young werewolf as it blurred at the speed he was travelling. He was racing after Victoria- I saw her vivid fiery hair as she raced towards the dark tree line.

I moved my eyes to the left and saw Edward and Riley. They moved so fast they were blurred, but when they slowed down to circle each other again in some deadly dance, I saw Edward was winning. Riley had lost a right arm and half of his torso, his shirt was ripped and torn of completely in places, but Edward seemed unharmed. They were both snarling- feral snarls that would have had me shaking in fear if I had been able too, but I was too weak.

Then I felt a warm wetness seeping into my shirt and I gathered enough energy to look down and I instantly wished I hadn't as my head span and my stomach threatened to bring up my last meal.

It was blood. A lot of blood.

It was red, warm, sticky and it oozed from the wound on my neck, courtesy of Victoria. I hoped for a second that it would distract Riley enough that Edward could get a few hits in while he was distracted by the blood lust.

That's when I felt an all too familiar burning pain start in my throat.

I remembered the burning pain from when James had bitten me last year but I could hardly compare it to this. This was absolute, agonising torture. Much worse than before. I couldn't compare this pain to anything.

I suddenly wished I had passed out when I had seen the blood. Maybe then I wouldn't be in so much pain- that I could put it of for a little while.

I screamed.

I screwed my eyes shut and screamed for all I was worth- anything to release the pain I was feeling, the unending burning, the fire ripping its way through my chest and towards my still beating heart.

In my burning state, I could vaguely hear a cry of pain, and feral growls and snarls and sounds of stone against stone. I tried desperately to work out who they were coming from, but my mind was shutting down almost. Everything was blurring into one long stream of fading pictures. I could hardly remember my own name.

Then I heard someone calling my name, but it seemed to be from miles away. I knew the voice, knew it so well. I just couldn't place a name. It was eating me inside, just like the fire, almost more painful, because I knew the name was important. It was someone I cared about.

The fire was eating at every nerve in my body, and it was so intense, I could hardly breathe to scream, yet I carried on, each flame that licked at me induced a new cry of utter agony.

I couldn't imagine worse pain. Not in all my life. I had been lucky before. I hadn't had to endure the pain for very long...

the fire, if possible, became even more intense, but I held back my new screams. Every time I cried out, I could hear someone else's sob. Then it all clicked into place in my mind, and I wondered what I was thinking. How could I have forgotten Edward? My life, my love. My... fiancée.

I cursed Victoria to the fiery depths of hell, so she could burn just like I was, and hoped that Seth had caught up with her before she could do any damage to anyone else.

I focused on Edward at that point, and did so throughout the burning pain. When I did, it was like the burning faded almost to the background, but still enough to hurt, just not as bad. It brought relief, a gratifying relief that I welcomed with open arms.

I don't know how long I burned for, but I could hear voices around me, and sobs and cries and grunts of pain. I wished I could see what was happening- I needed to know if my family was alright. I wanted to know if they had defeated the newborns and who had been injured. Or wors-

I would not allow my mind to think of that. Not when I was already in so much pain. I guess this is what you got when you hung around with vampires. An untimely death. Edward was right.

For a split second after I thought of that, I was enraged with Edward, before I reasoned that none of this was his fault, and being angry would only make him hate himself even more- because I knew that was how he would be feeling right now. He would wish he had saved me. Because he had promised he would protect me.

Curse Victoria. I thought again. Why did she have to ruin everything?

I could hear murmurs around me, and I could hear Edward was speaking to me. He was telling me to hold on, that it would be over soon, that he was very sorry, that he should never, ever have let anyone hurt me. He was also crying, dry sobbing right next to me and it broke my heart- hurting me even more than the fire was.

I wished I could tell him this wasn't his fault. It was no ones fault, but Victoria's. It was her fault she had messed up our life and our plans for the future. I had no time to tell Charlie, or any of my human friends goodbye before I became a newborn that thirsted for their blood and couldn't even see them, for risk of ripping their throats out.

I promised myself I would be strong enough never to taste human blood. I would be a vegetarian, and like Carlisle, I would never even try to drink from a human. I would make them all of my family proud.

Then, if possible, the burning receded into a final battle with my heart. I could hear it, each individual beat of my pumping organ as it battled in vain with the fire that coursed through me. It was a fight it could never win, no matted how much I forced my heart to try.

My back arched in pain, almost shattering the little control I had over my screams. I would not scream- I would not put Edward through the emotional pain of listening to me in agony as I burned. I was glad, as I usually was, that he couldn't read my mind.

The fire in my body had consumed everything else and there was nothing but my fragile, failing, human heart left. I could hear them both struggle for dominance, but it was a doomed battle for both of them.

The fire gave a surge- one last, agonising surge- and my heart lost the fight, to be overwhelmed by the inferno. My heart stuttered, I listened and counted my last heartbeats.

One... Two..... Three....... Then silence.

the fire, having consumed everything in me, went out and everything was quiet. Nothing moved. No one was breathing, though I guessed that all the Cullen's were gathered round where I was resting.

I was soaring with relief from the lack of pain and it was all I could think about for a few moments. I revelled in the silence and was slightly disconcerted after a few seconds by the loss of heartbeat.

Still, nothing moved. I wasn't even breathing myself, I realised with another very disconcerting jolt.

I opened my eyes.

A/N: First try at Fanfiction, not sure what to do next though, but I'll go with whatever works.