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Story by –Kalona Cullen- and Kili Cullen

This story is unlike anything you have ever read for a twilight fanfic. It is not a Bella and Edward story b/c I have already wrote two of those. This starts in the late 1920's with Alice, Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper. They begin as humans. Want to find out the danger that happens when an angry vampire changes one of them. Read to find out. This is for MATURE READERS ONLY!!! There will be instances of intense violence and graphic-ness. There is also possibility for lemons.

-Kalona Cullen-

Power Thirst

APOV-

I don't know where I am, or even how long I've been here. I keep seeing images in my head, but I know that it has nothing to do with where I'm at. I've been seeing things for as long as long as I can remember, and I think that that may contribute to why I've been in this dark room for so long. Every once in a while, I will see a light shine into this room, and hear voices. Four voices. The one I'm most used to is a man's voice. I hear him referred to as Doctor. The other three I think might be my family. Or maybe they were once close friends. One is a girl's voice. It's high pitched and musical sounding. The other two are like the first. Masculine.

The most recent things I've seen in my head have been terrifying to say the least. I have continuously seen my death in the past couple of days. I've seen it in several different ways, all of which are completely brutal. The most occurring vision is of the doctor, he comes in to check on me like usual, but he gets closer than normal. I wanted to ask him what he was doing. A wave of terror rolled over my tiny frame, and it was clearly visible on my features, of that I was sure. I opened my mouth to speak, or maybe scream, but nothing came out. The doctor told me if I screamed it would be even worse. I heard the words come from his mouth but my mind couldn't make sense of them. I'd been alone for too long. I was so used to people touching me all the time I didn't think anything of it. I was even used to being undressed by the doctor. He had to change my clothing twice a day. But still something was strange about this visit.

He touched me differently, he was rougher. Like for instance instead of carefully unbuttoning my gown, he just ripped it off, as if it were nothing. Simply a piece of fabric in his way. I wasn't sure of what his intentions were, but I was scared. He then violently threw me onto the small cot in the corner of the room. It hurt my back, and I began to shake and cry but he covered my mouth, and held my hands above my head with his other hand.

He proceeded to run his lips down the side of my neck, and I began to cry harder realizing what was happening. He uncovered my mouth, but continued to hold my hands. With his now free hand he undid the button of his pants. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel every contour of his body pressed against mine. He was unnaturally cold, with skin hard as marble. The weight of his freezing body pressed on me. He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Did you see this in your pretty little head?"

I understood what he was asking, but I wasn't aware the doctor knew about my visions. Suddenly I felt an intense pain in my lower stomach. I cried out, and he quickly covered my mouth. I began to struggle violently and try to get him off of me but it was futile. I was rocked by intense pain over and over again. As he thrust forward I began to feel the cot give way beneath our moving forms. He was being way too violent, and I wondered idly what I had ever done to deserve any of this. When the cot broke, my back collided with the concrete floor, and I felt another intense pain shoot through my back and wrists as my bones broke.

At first there was no pain, only a loud and sickening snap that echoed through the dark room. When I became aware of the pain, not even his hand could silence my scream of agony. Apparently my pain made this better for him because I could see the gleam of his teeth as he smiled and thrust into me harder. It hurt even worse now that my spine hade broken. I was so happy when he was finished with me. He stood up, and quickly pulled his pants on. He spit on me, and I flinched away. I noticed the gleam of his smile again, and I began to cry.

"Stop your whining you insolent little bitch."

Those were his last words before opening the door and stepping out. At first I was so happy he had gone, but when I realized I was alone in a dark room with a broken spine, I felt hate consume me. I had trusted this man, this doctor, and he used me. When I saw the light enter the room again I began to sob harder. I was worried he had come back to finish me after all. I slowly began realizing that this wasn't one of my visions. It was too real and too painful for that.

He leaned over me, and there was nothing I could do to fight him off. I was too weak, and now broken as well. I thought he was going to do to me what he had before, but he only pressed his lips to my neck. My sobs echoed throughout the room as the process started again. I waited for him to crawl on top of me again, but he didn't. He just kept his lips to my neck. Occasionally his tongue would flicker out, and it seemed as though he were tasting me. I could feel his cool breath on my neck, and I was surprised that the smell of it calmed me. There was sudden pressure on my neck, followed by a very painful burning sensation.

My eyes widened, and I let out a blood-curdling scream. The doctor tried to cover my mouth, but it was no use. The pain of my broken back was nothing compared to this, and I began to thrash wildly on the floor. I couldn't breath, and I couldn't do anything about what was happening. I was scratching at the wound on my neck, desperately trying to stop the burning. I could faintly hear the sound of laughter beyond my screaming. It didn't matter though. I wanted to move. I wanted to be able to do anything to make this stop. I could faintly see the glimmer of the sink in the corner of my room through the dark, and I wanted to reach it somehow. I thought that maybe if I could put water to my wound I could possibly put the fire out. It was a wonder that I could think at all.

When I finally stopped screaming, I could here the doctor's laughing more clearly. It was then that I realized that there was a bright light in the room. Had someone come in to help me? I saw the doctor standing in a corner, laughing with blood all over him. I then noticed two bodies on the floor.

"What…have…you…done?"

My question only caused him to laugh harder before he walked out of the room. He paused at the doorway to look down on me again. He smiled and said,

"Enjoy the next three days."

He walked away and left me there to suffer. I felt hate fill me as the burning fire consumed me yet again. I screamed, and shook violently on the hard floor. I felt the fire dance across my skin, and run it's race through my body for a long time. I wasn't sure it would ever stop. The worst part is that it felt like torture. It lasted to long, and I wasn't sure f I would even die. I was beginning to beg for death when all the sudden, the fire seized. I felt a new darkness consume me then, and I welcomed it happily.

My eyes fluttered open, and I sat up abruptly. I looked around the room, and the way things looked confused me. Everything seemed enhanced. I then remembered my broken back, and was even more confused. Had all of that been a dream? I looked around the room, and noticed the broken cot. I felt like crying…it wasn't a dream. I sucked in a breath of air, and was faced with the most appetizing scent I had ever smelt.

I looked around the room trying to find the smell, and then I noticed two bodies lying in the middle of the floor. The strangest feeling occurred to me then. I wanted to taste them. But they were dead. I crawled across the room to the closest body, and looked him over. I knew this man. He gave me shots to calm me down. I leaned in closely to him to smell him again. A sudden impulse overtook me, and I leaned down, and bit him. The blood running through his jugular vain, and into my mouth was the absolute best thing I have ever tasted. I began to suck on his neck harder, and I continued to do so until he was completely drained of the delightful crimson liquid.

I sat up, and looked directly to the other body. I smiled, before attacking the motionless form lying before me. I sunk my teeth into his body, and sucked deeply to enjoy this new taste for the second time. When I finished with this man, I got up, and headed for the door. I needed more. I absolutely had to have more of this delicious sensation.