Prologue:-
Finally, the burning is stopping. Or at rather moving from my fingers and toes to my chest, that's when the pain really hit; I thought what was happening a moment ago was pain but this was agony. I thought losing Edward was pain but this is torture but somehow similar as it was right in my heart. It started to beat faster; like a drum being abused by a angry musician. My chest rose and arched and twisted into unnatural positions. And then, with one final beat it was... gone. No more. Over. Just like Edward. My eyes flew open to see everything and I mean everything. It was all so clear and... brilliant. It may have been amazing but it wasn't right, the trees weren't meant to look so beautiful. I wasn't meant to see every leaf on the branches. Or the drops of water left on the leaves from the rain. Human eyes couldn't see this. But I could.
BPOV
He bent into a low crouch eyeing me over with his black eyes which were soon to be crimson, to view the perfect point of attack. Which was ridiculous as I can't defend self to save my life. Ha! Look at that; so close to death and yet still making jokes, I guess that proves I really and truly have finally lost my mind. I suppose it doesn't matter as I won't be able to think any more...
I guess that permits me to think of Edward one final time. I closed my eyes and etched on the back of my lids was Edward. Who else would it be? But my Edward. Thank god I'm about to die or this would really hurt later. I remembered how his icy marble lips felt against my own. His cold hands leaving goose bumps where he touched me. His sweet scent rolling off him in waves. His perfected body moving towards me for an embrace. His long arms tensing when he wanted me closer. The crooked smile he knew that I loved and always used to get his own way. His tousled hair distinguishable by it's bronze tints. His smouldering eyes dazzling me into dizziness making my words and thoughts incoherent. I would always love him no matter what.
Always.
The hole in my chest was ripping painfully the way it always did when I thought of Edward but I took comfort in the thought that I would die soon anyway. My life was about to be over and i wasn't... upset. I was disappointed I wasn't going to Edward before i died but I wouldn't see him if I lived because he... he didn't... love me anymore. So right now death was a blessing. I was tired of having to pretend to be moving on to everyone. I was tired of having to be careful of what I wear, eat, drink, smell, hear and think about so that I'm not reminded of him. I tired of that little whisper in my mind which says that he might come back. I was tired. Because he was never coming back.
Ever.
As I said; right now death was a blessing.
As if Laurent had read that last thought off a page he pounced at my neck, knocking me down to the damp ground. His teeth pierced my pale skin without effort. Although I knew he was going to I still went into shock so it was a while before the pain hit. But when it did; it really did.
I wanted to scream or to struggle. But I didn't for one reason it doesn't matter what I do as Laurent would obviously win anyway. And two because no one would come help me because no one was around and what match would anyone be against a vampire? No match was the answer. I'd probably die soon anyway.
Hopefully.
The pain was unbelievable, nothing could be this painful. Could it? My mind couldn't focus on anything else. Only when Laurent withdrew from me and ran off somewhere did I actually manage to concentrate on something. Why did he do stop? When would I die from having lost so much blood from my system? It had seemed a very short time to drain enough blood to kill someone. Maybe I had got it wrong; it might not take very long to take all the blood from someone. What would know? I'm only human.
The pain started to change. Move. No not move. Spread. It spread all the way to the top of my head to the tips of my finger. It was warm, very warm. It was hot. Had laurent gone away to get something to set me alight? I hadn't seen him return. I couldn't see from behind my lids anymore light than you would during the day. But flames licked at my body painfully. What was going on? I was meant to be dying; I wanted to die but no I couldn't even have that! The flamed blazed. I had never fel pain like this. Not when James had crushed my leg beneath his foot. Not when Edward left me, broken and bleeding. I had never felt pain like this.
Ever.
Can't I just die? Or can't the pain just stop? Can't I have anything I want? At least just this one wish.
The answer is no. No I can't.
