Hey! This is my first attempt at a Twilight Saga fanfiction.
So uh, tell me what you think.
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Chapter One. The Change/ Bella Enchanted.
I was dead, I knew I was. The pain was too surreal, I had to be dead, If I wasn't I wished I was, it was too much to bear. But if I was, wasn't the pain supposed to stop? Was I in hell? I slowly opened my eyes, it was dark, and wet, it must have been raining, and I realised I was still in the forest, where he had left me. I was in hell; my hell is where he wasn't, and he wasn't here. Why hadn't anyone found me yet? It felt like I'd been here for days, maybe I had been here for days, my body felt cold, yet it felt like I was burning.
My blood was on fire, but I felt numb, I couldn't feel any of it. I couldn't remember much, but what I could remember I didn't want to. He was gone. I could remember how he looked every perfect detail of his face, his eyes, and the way they looked when he told me... I didn't want to remember that, but even though I tried I could, it's like my mind was pulling in a hundred different directions and I could still think of him. I could smell everything, the moss, the fallen rain mixed with pine, I could hear everything, cars passing on the highway, TV's and music playing from people's houses, even the small insects moving in the forest, and I could see everything. I could see the dust particles in the air, every exquisite colour, what the hell? What the hell was going on with me? Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew, because I was thinking about everything, Edward, The Cullen's, Charlie, the pain, all at once, and somehow I knew what I'd become. But how? I couldn't think about it, I'd become a... a... Vampire. Everything he didn't want me to become. I was it, but I couldn't remember how, why couldn't I remember?
Did-could Alice see this? Could she see me now? Would they come back? And without thinking or involuntary moving, I was up on my feet in one fluid motion. Whoa, head rush- if I was able to have one. I remember Edward saying about the venom, the pain of changing into a vampire, but I don't remember feeling it, well I could, I knew it was there, but pain more overwhelming had taken over me that I didn't care. Then it hit me, like a light switch being turned on in my now more intellectual head, I knew how I had become this. After Edward left, I was alone, still in the forest, I knew if I stayed here too long Charlie would come looking for me, probably even have a search party, but I didn't care. I felt like lead, I couldn't move, and I still couldn't move when Laurent came into view, I didn't know what was going to happen, but I saw the thirst in his eyes, and in that second I knew I was going to die. No one was here to save me now, not Alice, not Edward, and I hoped that no one would find me right now; I didn't want anyone else getting hurt. I knew I didn't have much time left, and I just wanted it over, I wanted this unbearable pain to stop, nothing could be as bad as this, and that's when I heard his voice.
"I have to say, I'm disappointed Bella. I was hoping Edward would be here, shame, she would have been so pleased to hear that. Oh well, still, a mate for a mate."
The hint of the French accent was still there. I hadn't heard that voice in a while, and strangely I felt comforted, not because I wasn't afraid of him, I'm not that stupid, I was afraid, but the memories that bombarded me when I heard his voice, I was comforted by Edward, the way he was so protective of me at that time in the clearing. The way he loved me back then, the way he needed me. It was all a lie now, but I was comforted, and it scared me. He lunged for me then, and I didn't move, couldn't move, and he bit me, but I didn't feel the pain, the pain of Edward leaving was too raw for me to even begin to comprehend the other one, then I smiled after he had left, Alice saw me becoming a vampire, I was destined to become one, with or without Edward here, you'd never see me betting against Alice, it was inevitable. Then the memory stopped, blurring out.
Would they come back for me, now I was different? Would he come back for me? Or was the fact that I was now like him, and he didn't love me anymore as a human, repulse him more that I was a vampire? Ugh, too many questions, too much room to think, I wanted to block it all. I already hated this side of being a vampire.I know the first I should hate would be the thirst-but honestly, I could only just feel it, I couldn't see why the others had trouble, or maybe I was different, maybe because there was something way more higher on my list of what I wanted right now than blood.
Edward Cullen.
I wanted to cry, if only I could. How long had I been here in the forest? Why hadn't anyone found me? Had I been moved? It looked like it. I had to get out of here, I couldn't go back to Charlie's, I couldn't be anywhere near humans at the moment, just cause right now I didn't have the burning intensity of the thirst, didn't mean I wouldn't get it when I was around a human-it was strange saying that, a human. I was no longer one. I wouldn't know if I'd be able to control myself, I didn't want the chance to test my will. So instinct took over and I ran, and I suddenly understood why they all liked the speed so much, it was exhilarating- I could get used to this side of being a vampire.
You could see everything as you passed, no wonder he laughed when I was worried about hitting a tree- I would laugh. I wouldn't be able to hit a tree now even if I wanted to, because I could see every little detail in the leaves, in the bark, every insect on the tree, everything. IT was absolutely amazing, how could any human truly say they could see? They saw nothing. My feet had a mind of their own, or I consciously told myself to go here, I didn't know how, but I ended up there anyways, there place of all places, but it felt like home- The Cullen's House, well you couldn't really call it a house, with the magnificent side made of glass, it was beautiful "the once place they didn't have to hide." I remembered.
It was coming back in pieces from memories of where I went. I wanted to remember, remember him, remember everything we did; everywhere we went, even the hard times when we were apart, like when James was after me. But that wasn't the worst time of my life by far; I thought it would be until he left. Even then though, I got to know Alice and Jasper better, and even some good came out of all the mess that was created. Alice finally knew the truth, and I was honestly glad that I had kind of helped with that, from the first day I met Alice Cullen, you couldn't help but instantly like her, her pixie-like features and spiked hair, but she was fierce, when she wanted to be. I love her; I love them all, almost as much as Edward, but my kind of love for him was unexplainable, otherworldly, and I was now among the otherworldly, would he want me now that I wasn't some annoying, fragile human?
I moved around the house, taking everything in, it looked different, the colours were so bright than I remembered. I don't know how long I spent there, a day- a week, time didn't exist. I remembered attempting to hunt the wildlife further out, making sure I was far enough away from any civilisation, I wasn't excited about it, I only needed to because the fire in my throat was making itself more prompt. After it, I came away messy, blood spilled over my already dirty clothes. Then I went back the house , time seemed to exist again. I just stayed there, trying to remember every memory possible of them, of all of them. I went in every room, replaying against my human memory of my first tour. I couldn't go in Edwards's room. I didn't go in there, I almost did-almost, a couple of times, but stopped myself when I saw where my feet had lead me.
I stayed here because I thought just maybe Alice had seen what happened, but was too late to stop it, they would see me here, come back for me, save me from myself, but it never happened. Day by day, my hope faded, and the pain worsened, rejected in ways no one could understand. This couldn't be happening. Everything I wanted to be, to be with Edward forever, finally happened, not by his hand, but still happened, and now I didn't have him. It made sick. It had to be some sick vivid dream. I was back at Charlie's, in my room. I couldn't do this without Edward, how could I not drink human blood if I came across it? How would I know I could resist? I couldn't test myself, and no one was here to help me, to help me understand, to hold me back if needed. I was on my own with this, and that hurt. I don't know why, but I still stayed there, replaying the memories I had here. I even missed Rosalie's hostile glare. I wanted to sleep, to get away from my mind for a few hours at least- but I knew I would never be able to sleep again in my whole existence from now on. That would be weird. The first time I wanted sleep since I met Edward- and now I couldn't. The saying "Be careful what you wish for" suddenly seemed ironic to me.
I turned on the TV, would anything be on there about me? And even though I was expecting it, I wasn't quite braced for it, I was shocked to see my face on the news Isabella Marie Swan-still missing, and since it had been over a week now, I knew I was presumed dead or a runaway. The picture, my face, bright eyes-they screamed of happiness. That seemed such a long time ago. I looked so different now, my face, the obvious paler, my eyes weren't brown and expressive anymore, they were emotionless and bright red- that I didn't know why. I shut it off quickly; I didn't want to see the rest of it. I didn't want to know what they thought what had happened to me, would they think I ran off with the Cullen's?
Did Edward know I was supposedly missing? I didn't want to even think about Charlie, what did he think? I was the only thing he had left; at least Renee had Phil to help her through this. A sharp intake of breath alerted me to someone's presence, there was no fire in my throat, meaning it wasn't human, so it had to be a vampire, and in that moment excitement and hope flared through me without permission, had they come back? But then I tensed, what if they hadn't, what if it was a nomad? But my fears were dispelled as soon as I heard the high trilling voice, disapproving as always to what I wear
"and what do the hell you think you're wearing? Honestly, Bella."
Okay, so tell me what you think, and if I should continue. I won't continue unless someones reading this. I write because I want to, so it'll be written anyway, I just won't upload it unless someone wants me to.
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-Kirsty.
