A/N: this is my 1st fan-fic, so I hope I do all of this write. Thanks for reading this, or even clicking on it. sorry for the short chapter; i have more typed up, and they are definetly longer. I write this in a notebook, then type it up, and i have about 3 or 4 more chapters writen, so after i get 5 reviews, I will add another one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of it's character.

Chapter 1

EPOV

From my perch in the window, I looked down, and saw her, lying there, bleeding. The scent of her flowing blood... but then he came into my view. Of course. I never should have taken my eyes off of him. He crouched down next to her, grabbed her arm, and then, to my disbelief, sunk his teeth into her arm! Bella's arm! He bit Bella!

I flew out of the window, and into him. I hit him so hard that the momentum carried us both across to the other side of the room, floor boards flying up in our wake. I then flung him behind me, but he then sprung up. I charged at him again, and then swung him up to the already dented mirror, holding him by his throat.

In the background, I could hear Bella's tormented scream. For that split second, I was happy I couldn't read her mind. I will never forget that awful, burning pain, where the venom was slowly seeking throughout my body, making the transformation complete. Then that changed. I had to see, to know, what else he did to her. From the way she was screeching. And my tight grip on his neck, neither of them could obviously speak. But I could read his mind.

"I can still kick your ass", he was thinking.

And through my clenched teeth, I mumbled "oh, really? Then why am I holding you to the mirror?"

"You son of a bi-", he started to think. But he was cut off as Bella's screams worsened. I'd have to deal with him quickly in order to attend to her. But how? I mean, her bit her! She should be turning into a vampire by now. Is there any way to stop it? Maybe Carlisle would know... Where the hell is he anyway?

I could hear Bella's screams weakening, her losing more strength, but still in pain. Whatever I'm going to do to him, I better act quickly.

Even though all my thoughts were quick, I had still delayed enough for him to gather up his strength, and fling me to the other side of the room. We started fighting again. There was no apparent winner this time. It was too close of a fight.

"See", he said aloud, "I told you I can still kick your ass." And that was true. It was obvious that he winning. Even by a small margin.

And then, like before, he had me pinned to the mirror.

"Any last words, you bitch?" he said.

"Just... let me... speak to B-Bella'" I croaked out.

"You really think I'm going to let you do that?" he snorted. I needed a distraction.

"Smell that blood? You know you want it," I taunted.

"You suck at distractions, you know that, right? And besides, you want it more than I do. Breathe it in." I did, and the scent of Bella's blood, changing her, killing her, gave me the strength I need to kick him away from me. I sprinted over to Bella, not bothering to deal with him. I would know the outcome.

I kneeled down next to her. There was a deep gash in her forehead. She was still moaning in pain. Her leg was bent in a way that wasn't natural. I growled. He did that. But by far her worse wound was her wrist. I could hardly stand to see the marks of his teeth forever imprinted on her.

"No, no Bella, no. bella, I'm so sorry. Bella, I love you," I said, even thought I knew that there was no way she could hear me, let alone pay attention.

I smelled something. Gasoline! Shit! He was giving me a final moment with her, while he prepared for her death. Sweet, yet cruel.

"I love you, Bella," I whispered one last time. "I have since the moment I met you, and I always will." She was still moaning when I kissed her hand softly. And so I got up, and walked to him.

I still had a chance to win, so I gave it all I had. I fought as well as I could, with my mere century of experience and my mind reading. Never before had I thought that it wasn't enough. From the way that he was fighting, he was older, much older. And he was winning. I looked over at bella, and realized, that, no-he had won.