A/N This was meaning to be the original Prologue 3 Bu my friends didn't like it.

It's not so different from the new Prologue 3, just a few changes so that it would all make sense whit the outcome they wanted.

BPOV

I woke up by a throbbing in my back head, I slowly opened my eyes but I didn't se anything. Everything was black. Where am I?

I tried to remember what had happened, and how I ended up here. But the pain in my back head just kept getting worse. I started to smell the blood, rust and salt. I felt the nausea come over me and I closed my eyes and tried to breathe evenly. But I shouldn't have done that, because the movement I closed my eyes I saw his face.

The face of a man I believed to be dead, how could it be? He's dead. I thought I was going crazy, He's dead. Edward sad that him self, and why would he lie about something like that?

"He's dead, he's dead." I started to mumble to myself over and over again. I don't know why, but a stupid and childish part thought that it would come true if I kept repeating it.

"Who's dead?" I knew that voice, why did I know that voice? It was really deep and manly, but you could still here the child with in him. Okay if I were crazy before, now I'm completely mental, I thought I were going to scream because I couldn't put a face or a name to the voice.

The man took a step forward, and I saw his silhouette. He was really muscular, almost as big as Emmett. But I still couldn't remember who it was.

"Who's dead?" He repeated, he started to sound really impatient. I held my mouth shut, I didn't want to answer him. I didn't even know who he was; I didn't even know how he looked like. Doesn't kidnappers usually show them shelf for there hostages?

But maybe he weren't a kidnapper; I mean it wasn't him who had kidnapped me. It was… I got chills just from the thought of his name, but I shouldn't. He's dead, he has to be.

All of a sudden I felt someone smash my head in the wall I sat against. I let out a whimper of pain, and I smelled the fresh blood. I started to get queasy.

"I won't repeat myself again" the man sad, this time he didn't sound impatient, but he sounded mad. "Who's dead?"

"James" As I said his name I was brought back to that night almost year ago in Phoenix. I had really tried to hide it to Edward that I still got nightmares from that night, but I knew that he knew because of my tendency to talk in my sleep. But that didn't keep me from trying to not talk about it with him. I didn't want him to worrying about me, more than he already did.

Even my year of trying to forget about it, I still got the chills from just hearing his name. And I soon felt the tears running from my face, why am I crying? And why am I doing it in front of a stranger?

"James?" He asked. "Oh the bloodsucking leech." Okay know I really beginning to get angry at my self, not only did I recognize the voice, but now I recognize his insult. It didn't sound like he only insulted James but every vampire that existed. It couldn't be?

It took all my courage to open my mouth so that I could speak too him "Who are you?" I really wanted the answer, but I was also terrified at knowing it.

"You don't want to know" he sounded sincere, but that only made me think that I actually was right. And I didn't want to, but I needed to know. Even if I knew it would break my heart.

"Yes, please show yourself." I knew my voice was uneven, but I really needed to know. And I needed to know now.

He started to move forward, and the queasiness I felt before multiplied now, if not tripled. I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them I saw him. And my I could literally hear my heart shatter to pieces.

"Jake."