Okay, well I'm sure most of you will neglect to read this, but I'll put it in anyway. I'm new to , and fairly nervous about how this story will be received. I won't continue it any further if no one enjoys this first chapter, well I'll probably add another one just to further the story a little and hopefully catch your interest. Well I hope you do enjoy this chapter. And flames... well you know how it goes. I won't read them, so don't waste your time. At most they will be used to roast marshmallows or something to that effect. Without further ado, I present to you the first chapter of Fighting the Crimson.

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Fighting the Crimson

Chapter One

~I'm Yours~

Staring into crimson, malicious eyes of the woman who wanted me dead, I realized that I hadn't planned for our meeting at all. There was no Edward to come rescue me this time, no Jacob faithfully watching my back. I was on my own, because I'd made it that way. Edward's departure had hurt me too deeply, I couldn't take him back. And he'd taken my best friend, he'd taken my Alice.

"You're going to pay for what happened to James," Victoria sneered, circling me. I gazed back at her with dead, emotionless eyes. I had nothing to live for, except for Renee, but she had Phil, and then Charlie, but he head Billy and his job. The Cullens had taken the part of me that wanted to live with them, and they probably didn't even know.

"Kill me, it won't bring him back." Surprise registered on her pale, beautiful face, and then her lips curved into a horrific scowl. She hadn't been expecting my response to her threat; my cold, heartless voice had startled me too. I had no motivation to live, to fight her. "Nothing can bring him back. I'm sorry to tell you, but killing me won't be as satisfying, your revenge won't be as sweet. Edward isn't a part of my life any longer. None of them are. Don't worry about them seeking you out after you've killed me, they won't."

"You think they've truly forgotten about you? The little one, the future seer, she never left. She's been hanging around, I've seen her. I don't know where she is now, maybe gathering the others, but she'll be too late. By then, I'll have either turned you or caused the most excruciating death imaginable."

Alice? No, it was impossible, she'd left me. If she'd been there, she'd have come to me when she saw me crying for her, crying for my best friend to come back to me. I studied Victoria carefully, and then decided that whether or not Alice was still around didn't change things. I'd needed her and she hadn't come, it hurt.

"It doesn't matter. I'm alone now, isn't that what you wanted? Me completely at your mercy? To beg for my life when I know that you have no intention of letting me survive? I know how your game is played; I'm a champion at getting myself into trouble. This time, however, they won't save me. I'm yours."

"You're a fool," she spat at me. I shrugged, watching carelessly as she advanced on me. Her icy hand clenched around my neck, pinning me against the warehouse wall. I hadn't paid much attention to our surroundings, and I was at a loss as to how we'd ended up in a warehouse. Wandering about Port Angeles at night wasn't the brightest idea I'd ever had, however when it came to supernatural beings, I clearly had little sense of self preservation.

"Well, that's unnecessary," I quipped, earning a squeeze. She was cutting off the supply of oxygen to my brain, and I was either losing coherency, or I wanted to be dead. I couldn't tell which it was, both scenarios were reasonable at the time. "I've never done a thing to you. You're not going to be satisfied if you kill me. Then again, what's a little more blood on your hands? You're entire existence depends on what flows through my veins, go on, take it. I don't care anymore."

"I'm not sure if you're suicidal or just stupid," Victoria chuckled evilly, clearly enjoying my little speech. A shiver raced down my spine, I'd made her mad. Amusement was another way I'd learnt vampires hid their annoyance, it attracted potential victims. Seeming entertained by something a human did rather than agitated kept them from scaring off. "Either way, you're not dying here tonight. You're going to suffer just like me."

"Oh, you're one of the ones who believes that your soul is damned? Whoa, I thought I'd gotten away from that when Edward left. Or maybe you're jealous of humans? Like Rose? It doesn't matter, I don't care." I tapped her wrist, noting the scars there. "How does a vampire cut themselves? Or did you bite yourself?"

"Shut up you little-"

"No need to swear at me. I apologize for breaching a subject you're clearly not comfortable with," I sighed, looking away from her. "If you're going to change me, do it now. I'm bored."

"You asked for it," she clearly felt the need to remind me.

I closed my eyes and stifled that scream that threatened to tear from my throat as she sunk her razor sharp teeth into the tender flesh of my neck. As the venom began to course through my veins, I felt as if I was being burned from the inside. She removed her mouth from my neck only to place her teeth at my wrist, biting both of those as well. I did scream then, a terrible, blood curdling scream that I was sure would be heard from miles around.

Victoria stepped away from my body, letting me collapse onto the cold concrete floor. In the few seconds I was able to keep my eyes open, I saw her lips curl into a malevolent smile, and then she turned away. Her footsteps echoed in the empty building, I listened as she got further and further away from me, and then there was nothing. Another scream tore from my throat, and I began to sob.

It was the most excruciating pain I'd ever experienced, a crippling pain that made one wish for death. And wish for death I did, I pleaded for it; I was at a loss as to how Victoria managed to just leave me. Any other vampire, save for perhaps Carlisle, would've drained me of my blood in an instant. I'd never heard of a vampire with enough control to just leave me as Victoria had.

A rather sharp, well as sharp as a pain could be considering the amount of it I was experiencing, stab shot through my body, and I squeaked. I wouldn't let her get the satisfaction of my screams again. She didn't deserve to know that she'd caused such a horrific feeling, though it was beginning to numb. I didn't have a clue how, but the pain was beginning to ebb away, for which I was thankful. As I began to lose consciousness, my mind projected the image of someone I wished desperately to see.

"Alice…"