This is something random that I decided to write, because I had nothing better to do. And it always bothers me how people always make Bella fall unconscious during the change, so I decided to write my own! I hope you enjoy! Please review!

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I closed my eyes.

The knives that cut into my neck, my arms, my ankles, didn't surprise me.

The pain was comparable to nothing. No human being had ever experienced something like this.

I would be the first to volunteer for it.

Three days of agonizing pain lay ahead of me, and I had chosen it. I had chosen death.

There was fire in my veins now. It spread, agonizingly slowly, down my neck, into my chest, along my arms, up my legs, and into my face. I screamed, completely involuntarily, under the pain.

It burned, devouring my flesh, into ever plane of my body. I could vaguely hear a voice beside me, but my ears were ringing, I couldn't decipher the sounds.

There was no smoke, no sirens. But I was on fire.

There is no word to describe how I felt. Agony, anguish, torture, those words meant nothing to me. They were mild compared to this.

A flame blossomed against my stomach.

There was a sharp pain against my hand; it took me awhile to realize that I was biting it. My teeth bored down into my skin, drawing blood. The same blood that was poisoned.

The bite did nothing to numb the pain.

My hand was pulled, forcefully, away from my mouth, something cool wrapped around it.

Edward, I realized.

I pulled away from him, the coolness of his skin didn't calm the fire, didn't stop its raging force. His skin felt colder than it ever had before against mine, a leftover effect from the burn.

Time had no meaning for me. How long had this been going on? Minutes? Days? Years? I tried to count in my head, finding it impossible to hold onto a coherent thought for more than a millisecond.

I wanted to die. It felt like I was being ripped apart, a single cell at a time.

I almost hated him in that moment, almost cursed his name for doing this to me. But the part of me that was still human, the most miniscule part of me now, knew that was impossible. I had brought this upon myself.

Childbirth, I had been told before, was painful. Agonizingly so. It was something you never wanted to do again. Ever.

And I was sure it had absolutely nothing on this change.

My eyes were suddenly electrified, a shock that lasted, blinding me in a way that couldn't be described, there was no light in this room, and suddenly, behind my eyelids, the brightest yellow appeared.

I could feel everything stopping in my body. I could feel my fingernails halting their, never before noticed, growth. Body systems were shutting down. The blood stopped flowing in my veins, with that halt, an electric shock fired straight down through my limbs.

Something froze in my abdomen, a hot freezing that could only exist in this transformation. It blossomed, wrapping itself around my body, in a vise that knocked the breath out of me, breath that I still needed, but couldn't have.

I was choking now, but I couldn't breathe. It was a kind of feeling that you would expect sudden and instantaneous relief from, but no relief ever came. I should have passed out, but unconsciousness was completely impossible. I was one hundred percent alert, no matter how hard I tried to make myself fall asleep, away from the pain.

My heart was still pumping, still trying to force blood that could not flow through my veins. The fire had halted in place, burning ashes, trying to obliterate what was already completely destroyed.



I cried, screaming as I did, cried without tears. There was no water left in my body, the fire had seen to that. Crying was impossible, but I still sobbed. The pain was beyond torture. It was beyond anything that could possibly be experienced in a human life.

Once you're in a pain of some sort, typically, for a length of time, it gradually becomes less painful, more routine. It hurts less.

But that wasn't true here. Every second, every millisecond, burned just as badly as the very first instance.

A knife stabbed me in the chest; it was pulled out with a sickeningly quick force.

Then it stabbed again.

And again.

I'd been told it would be like this, the last few hours of the change. The heart finally stopping. The final hour. The final frontier.

The final death.
They'd warned me of the pain, they'd told me how badly it would hurt. But words couldn't have possibly prepared me for this. Nothing they could have done, nothing they could have put me through could have helped.

My chest was being ripped apart, pulled in a vise-like grip by something with razor sharp edges. The knife was still stabbing, the scream that had recently died on my lips coming alive again.

My scream was nothing like I had ever heard. It lasted longer than would have, should have ever been possible. I think I screamed for a full hour, never having to pause and take a breath.

The pain intensified my millions, even stronger than before. My scream increased in pitch, and two cold arms were suddenly around me. I shoved at him, surprised when he fell backwards, not from compliance, but from the sheer force of my anger and pain.

Or was it what I had become?

I took in a sharp breath.

The pain had stopped.

Or had it?

Everything was tingling, a pathetic response to the sudden shutoff.

I opened my eyes, my now red eyes.

The word was different, heightened.

I had become a vampire.

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