Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight, the characters, or anything.
Author's Note: Hello, everyone!! I assume you've been waiting for this sequel. Well, it's going to take awhile for it to be finished, as I'm working on my final week of school with exams and what-not. Be patient, please. And, I think I have a good outlined plot for this, but it may change.
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Chapter One
The pain was nothing like anything I had ever felt before. It started at my shoulders and slowly pulsed throughout my entire body. Fire burned in my veins, sickness welled in my stomach. I was dying, that much I knew. All I wanted was for the fire to be put to a stop, for this death to be quick and allow me eternal peace. That was all I had pleaded for. I don't know how long I laid there, burning and slowly dying, but it felt like an eternity.
And just like that, the fire was put to a stop. It dulled and then disappeared. A stillness was heavy in the air of the room I was in. A peaceful feeling washed over me. So this was death. It wasn't so horrible. Then my mind flashed to one thing that was enough to make eternity alone an endless torture.
Edward.
What had happened?! Jake had killed me, that much I knew. But, I heard Edward and Carlisle talking in the forest. I heard Edward and Alice talking occasionally throughout my death, but I was too submerged in pain to distinguish between what they were saying. To me, it was a bunch of gibberish I would never comprehend, as I lay dying.
A new feeling came over me then.
Anger.
They didn't save me?! They didn't stop the pain that was slowly taking away my life, making it nearly impossible to breathe, and allowing my heart to just stop beating like that? Edward had promised to always be there to keep me safe. Yet, I knew I had heard his angelic voice speaking around me as the pain grew more intense. Why hadn't he stopped it when I cried out? Why hadn't he saved me?
And Alice! Why hadn't she stopped the pain if she heard me? Why didn't they care?
What about Carlisle? He was at my side throughout the process, which I still was yet to find out what really happened.
I was alone, again.
Fear overtook my body then and I lay there, eyes closed and body perfectly still. They had left again. That was the only conclusion I could reach right now. That was why they hadn't saved me. I was beyond repair and they didn't bother. I couldn't blame them, as it was only the full truth to be finally coming out. I couldn't blame them, because I knew that they didn't want to leave, but would have to. They would be blamed for my death and that wasn't fair. I was then somewhat soothed by this thought.
How could I be feeling such things if I was dead? How could any of this be happening, if I was dead?
More questions continued to flood into my mind and bog down my thoughts. I didn't know what to make of this, but I was going to find out.
With an apprehensive deep breath and oddly slow movements, I opened my eyes and turned my head side-to-side. The sight which I took in was unbelievable! It was like my vision had been improved immensely and everything was so much sharper and clearer than it had ever been. And then I saw something I never wanted to see again.
Edward was sitting in the corner, hunched over in a chair with head in his hands. It sounded like he was crying, but that wasn't possible. He was letting out dry sobs on occasion and this sound would always haunt me at my darkest times.
He must have known that I was looking at him, because then he looked up at me cautiously and we just stared at each other. No words were exchanged, but none were really necessary. There was a look in his eyes which startled me. He seemed to be surpressing something, all the while holding my gaze with ease.
"Edward?" I breathed, relieved to hear the sound of my own voice. I realized that I must not be dead. They had changed me.
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Sorry it's short, everyone. I just wanted to get it posted. I'll be trying to get at least a chapter a day now.. Thanks!