Bella's POV

Prologue:

I felt a sharp light hit my eyes.

I slowly opened them.

I gasped as I took in my new surroundings. I was in the most beautiful room I've ever seen. The walls were a soft golden color. I was lying on a huge four post bed.

I was getting more and more confused. Why am I here and where am I?

I got up to quickly. But staggered.

A shot of pain went straight to my head.

All I could here was a ringing in my ears

I yelped and closed my eyes in pain and my hands instinctually arouse to rub it.

I was shocked when I felt a pair of cold ice hands on my forehead. Rubbing slow circles into my skull.

Those two hands belonged to the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. His hair was a shiny bronze color and his eyes where a deep green. His thin structured face was twisted with worry.

I was so stunned by what I was seeing that I couldn't move. I could understand what was happening.

I must be dreaming.

He looked like one of the angels that you see in old paintings. So glorious in his beauty. Almost to much to take in.

I remember Gran use to take me to church every Easter. Just me and her. Before she died of cancer She use to tell me stories about every saints and angels. I thought they were so beautiful and when she died my mother told me she was with the angels. I wasn't so upset then. I knew she was in a better place with all her beloved angels.

Then it hit me. All the soft light. The angel.

"I'm dead" I said in an eerie calm. My throat was raspy and dry.

He looked at me and wrapped me in his arms so quickly I didn't have time to think if it was appropriate or not.

"Shhh. My sweet Isabella." He cooed gently as if calming a small child. "Your not dead my love. Your safe . No one can hurt you know. Where together. No one can take you away from me. Your safe" He repeated the last line over and over again. He was starting to sound frantic and I was beginning to get afraid.

I tried to pull away but his grip on me only tightened and I was so close to his chest that I could hear his heart beat.

In the silence my mind started to work again.

This wasn't heaven. I was alive and in a strangers house in his bed. With him wrapped around me so tight I couldn't breathe.

This is bad.

Get out of there! My mind screamed at me.

Very quickly I pushed him off of me and got out of the bed as fast as my clumsy, stumbling legs could take me.

I stood and looked at him. He looked confused and hurt.

"Bella." He said sternly get back to bed. "You shouldn't be up, your hurt my love. You need your rest."

Love?

He stretched his arms toward me begging me with his eyes to accept him.

"No." I said with out thinking.

His face changed then. It was no longer calm and worried. It was replaced by one of pure control. His face held no expression. His mouth in a straight line.

My fear spiked.

His dominate stare pierced threw me. I felt exposed, naked and completely undone.

"What did you say?" His eyes never left mine. He looked at me head on without flinching.

I felt my face go hot and my heart pounding against my ribs. My throat tightened in fear. The tension was unbearable.

"I-I-I." stuttered had no idea what to say. I tried to stop staring into his blazing emerald eyes and compose myself.

I just needed to get out of here far far far away from him.

My mind was totally blank and I lost the courage that I once had.

His eyes held me in a hypnotic trance. I felt like a mouse in a snakes vicious icy grip.

We both stood unmoving in silence. I could no longer think of what to say to make this situation better ,only worse.

But I knew that I would fight him. Not with fists. God I could barely hit a volley ball without it bruising my knuckles. NO! I would fight with my mind my heart. Those things I would keep from him .The very essence of who I was will not be touched by him.

I have to leave.

"I have to go. I-I have to leave -" I willed my self to look away- to break this hold he had over me.

His face contorted in anger and he got up from the bed and came toward me.

I tied to run for the door but tripped. I prepared my self to feel the pain. Before I fell a pair of strong hands held me.

"Be careful my little Bella" I struggled in his arms. That seemed to make him angry.

"Listen to me Isabella." He said in a dangerously silky voice only inches from my face. His tone was low but his voice was anything but comforting. His green eyes still on me.

"I have given you time. I let you go before. But don't think I'll do it again. Your mine. You where young then. Still a child. I knew you needed time to grow up." He held my cheek affectionately. I was too hypnotized by his green eyes to react to his touch. "I did not love you any less for it. I knew you still needed the comfort of your parents. You needed to grow into the beautiful woman I see in front of me."

He smiled a handsome crooked grin. He looked so sincere.

What was he talking about?

I have never seen him before in my life. I think he had me confused with someone else. Or maybe he's just crazy.

I really hope that this was all a misunderstanding.

"Its all over. You are ready for me. Now that time is over - thank god! I didn't know how much longer I could take without being with you. Holding you. Smelling your sweet skin."

He pulled me into a tight embrace. He dipped down and at the top of my head and inhaled.

I felt my face go hot and the room was spinning slightly.

Fight.

I had to leave. He was getting so close that I could feel his breathe on my skin. He was way to close for comfort. I was burning from the heat from our to bodies together.

Space. I need space.

He stood very silent . He was so deep in thought. Nuzzling my neck.

I decided know was the best time to strike.

I pushed him away and made a mad dash for the door. I prayed that I wouldn't fall again.

He quickly caught me just as my hand grazed the door knob. His arms roped around my waist lifting me off the ground.

"No no. Isabella do you think you can run from me?" He chuckled then. "Don't you know how much stronger I am compared to you?" I was to busy kicking my legs back and forth. Screaming for him to let me go.

"Yell all you like. This rooms sound proof." And I did. I continued to yell as he made our way to the bed.

The bed? Oh no!

I wasn't ready for this.

This cant be happening!

My body tensed and I tried to fight him harder. Traitorous tears flooding from my eyes.

"Stop! Please!" He threw me on the bed gently. I got up but he was sitting on my legs. He noticed my attempt to escape and grabbed my hands and pinned them to the silk covered bed.

What should I do? What should I do?

I was yelling to myself. I had never been this close to anyone physically and it was both scary and exciting. I hated him even more and I hated my body for loving the feeling of his cold strong arms holding me.

This couldn't be happening . I was getting violated by a stranger.

He lowered his head and place smooth soft kisses on my forehead.

Hate him. I told my body.

I knew yelling would be pointless and so would fight him. So I did what I always do when I cant handle something. I shut down. I closed my eyes and went limp.

He felt my hesitation.

"Don't fight me." He murmured his cool breath tickling my ear." your body loves this. It knows who you belong to. And so will you"

I did not belong to him. Isabella Marie Swan was her own woman. She will not be giving into you!

"Finally I have you all to myself." He tenderly. "Your mine know"

This was to intense. I couldn't handle the emotional over load. The fear, confusion, terror, pleasure , guilt, desire, sorrow, and lust was too much all at once.

My eyes began to spot and I was starting to feel dizzy.

And then I fainted