The Imprisoned Within

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters. I also don't claim to have created the script or the movie.

Author's Note: HeyHeyHey! Welcome to my third ever fanfic, yay! xD Well, I've put a lot of thought into this, so give me some credit, will ya? Lol. So anyway, maybe you guys know me from my previous fanfic, something to believe in? Or maybe you don't… I don't blame you, but please enjoy!

Summary: Edward never came to save her during the studio scene. She had to suffer through the transformation alone—and eventually sets off to create her own coven. And who are these people who call themselves the Cullens and why do they know so much about her? Can she figure out the differences between a friend and a foe before it's too late?

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Prologue

Bella's POV

I took one deep breath before I found the courage, once again, to get out of the cab. I handed the driver two crumpled five dollar bills and finally headed out. I paused for a moment, hearing the wheels of the cars pass by. I examined the building, remembering the days when I used to love dancing. Then the divorce: I just quit. I've lost the will to start once again, no matter how much my parents tried to convince me. I remember telling myself that I can't do it, and I believed all of it. So why now? It was my option anyway. I didn't want to go back… but I had to. For the sake of Edward. For the Cullen family. And the trouble I caused them.

I was tired of it all.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the green bottle of pepper spray. I shook it, and realized I've never really needed it… until now. But would it really help? Was it possible for it to be effective against vampires? I mean, I knew it'd be kind of harsh to have tried it on Edward. But now, there was only one way to find out.

I walked towards the front door, cautious of my surroundings. I tried to remain calm, even though I would be just continuing the story of some child's play. I turned the door knob—hesitating just for a moment—and pulled it open. I stepped in, and scanned the area looking for my mother. I walked around, looking both left and right. No sign of her yet.

"Bella? Bella? Where are you?" I heard a distant yet familiar voice somewhere afar.

"Mom? Mom!" I began to sprint towards the back room, where all of the security cameras were being controlled. I paused in front of it, bracing myself for the worst, and I pulled the door knobs opened. My eyes widened, and I came face to face with a home video that I recognized after how many years. 'You're such a wonderful dancer.' My TV mom told my TV self—the younger versions of both of us. 'Mom, I suck.' The little girl told her mother, and then there was laughter coming from the older woman. I haven't seen this in such a long time… But even so, how could I be so stupid? I should've known I'd be tricked by that gosh darned vampire.

Then I turned and I saw his pale face within the many mirrors. His light blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, like the last time I've seen him. My eyes widened and my lips released a quiet gasp. He grinned at me, taking a few small steps. "That's my favorite part… You were stubborn child, weren't you?" He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me against the wall, taking in my human scent that he could no longer resist. My fears turned into a nightmare—no, let me correct myself . . . a reality.

"She's not even here." I said. I was disgusted at myself that I have fallen into his trap.

He chuckled, laughing at my stupidity. He smelled me even more and began to whisper into my ear. "Sorry. But you know you really make it too easy." I tried to look away, so that he wouldn't see that frightened expression in my eyes to prove that I was weak. But duh, it was obvious. What more was there to hide? "So to make things even more entertaining, I'll make a little film of our time together." His cold fingertips touched the skin of my face, which sent chills throughout my body.

He took a step back and revealed a video camera that looked oddly familiar. "I took this from your house, I hope you don't mind. Good." No wonder. I thought. I was just relieved that no one was hurt, and that I was going to accept the consequences for falling in love with a vampire. He flipped open the side of the camera, and looked into the screen. "And… Action!"

Goodness, I don't see how anyone could do anything "normal" in this situation. I just looked away, trying my best to ignore that weak being was being filmed—and will be eventually shown to maybe people whom I haven't yet known. I closed my eyes, blinking repeatedly, trying to devise a plan somewhere in my mind. "It'll break Edward's little heart." James reminded me, which just provoked me to no end. Of course, I know that only added to his pleasure.

I defended him. "You… Edward has nothing to do with this!" I tried to push the predator away that only pushed me against the wall. He grinned at me, continuing to record me before he killed his prey. Just kill me already, I thought. Leave Edward alone, please.

"Lies, oh. Oh, his rage will make for more interesting sport than this." I could see he was enjoying this, even more, as he imagined Edward in his head. "His feeble attempt to protect you… Let's continue." I winced at the thought, not wanting to hear any more of it. He took another step back, zooming out of the picture. I closed my eyes and reached into my pocket. Let's find out, right now. I thought. I opened them, and aimed the pepper spray right to his eyes. I pressed down on the button, and ran towards the other end of the studio.

Too late, he stood in the way of my only means of escape. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me against the wall with such force I thought I was going to break a bone or two. But I didn't. Instead, I put my hands to the top of my hand and pulled it down to my face for me to see. It was blood and I knew my death was coming soon. James walked towards me, filming me in my time of pain. What was this, Gone in 60 Seconds?

Now that is a sick, sick joke.

"Beautiful, very visually dynamic." I tried to sit up right even though my head was still in pain. I leaned against the wall, looking straight into the camera with terrified eyes. He came closer, and even bended down to reach my height. I looked away from him, breathing hard in short breaths. He took my hand and he looked at the blood, seeming to have been satisfied at what he had done. "It's too bad he didn't have the strength to turn you… Instead, he kept you this fragile little human." I stared at him, his words stabbing my chest already. "It's cruel, really." His coal black eyes stared at me, his hand traveled to my ankle and he squeezed it with such force, I heard AND felt a crack. "Tell Edward how much it hurts!" he grinned in pleasure.

I screamed, trying to bear the pain. But it was excruciating, and I still refused his orders. "Tell him to avenge you… Tell him!" He repeated the two words nonstop. It rang in my ears, and then he finally lunged for my neck. He pulled my brown curls away from my shoulder, and I felt his cold lips against my smooth skin. He dropped the camera as he breathed cold air onto my skin, sending chills down my spine. He took in the last of my human scent, knowing that this would be the last moment as a living person. I tried to push him away, but he was way too strong for me. Finally, he dug his teeth into my skin. I screamed in pain, my voice filled the studio like a maniac and a banshee combined.

Then my neck was released from his teeth, and he watched as I screamed in pain. "Okay, I'll make a deal with you. He said, bending down even though I was sprawled onto the floor. He put a cold hand over my mouth, "Listen."

I only nodded my head, tears streamed through my eyes like a river. "I'll let you become a vampire. I'll let you be a monster, like us. After the transformation, you won't remember a thing. But I will always be watching you, and I will take the life I've given you back, if necessary. You, however, have to create your own coven. And when your task is complete, we will join together to take down the Cullens… Do you understand?" I shook my head, and he dug his fingernails onto my skin, only making the pain worse. "Give it up, like he gave up on you. Now do you understand?" I nodded, knowing that my future was already decided for me.

I watched him walk away, leaving me to undergo the transformation alone. I felt like I was burning in the fires of the underworld, or maybe even worse… I wouldn't know. I never felt it—until now. It was something I've never experienced before, and I wish I hadn't. Maybe James was right, no one was ever coming for me. Screw the knight and the shining armor! I needed my vampire with the shiny Volvo.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

If only, I stayed in Phoenix.

If only, I never got on that airplane.

If only, I never met with my father for another few years or so.

If only I stuck to my plan of being single for possibly the rest of my life.

If only, I ran away from him when he revealed what he was.

If only, I'd been smarter enough and never fallen in love with Edward.

And I knew right away why James left me here…

I was just like this building, abandoned with no one to save me.