A/N: The title of this story was inspired by the song by David Crowder Band
"The heart breaking makes a sound/I never knew could be/So beautiful and loud/Fury filled and we… collide…"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, they are the intellectual property of Stephenie Meyer
I thought I was dead, but as I slowly became aware of my situation I wished that I had indeed died. I was pinned down to a cold metallic table with heavy restraints and I struggled feebly against them. My eyes snapped open and a scream erupted from my throat as flames licked through my body. All I could see was Aro, who sat calmly in the corner of the room, watching me intently. He was at my side instantly, and put his cool hand on my forehead.
"My dear child, everything will be all right, just close your eyes and focus on the sounds of the music playing. Focus on your breathing and it will all be over soon enough."
His hand left my head briefly and I heard the sound of classical music get louder in the background. My eyes locked onto his clouded red eyes and his chalky white skin, finding myself staring straight into his red eyes, satiated with human blood… I felt my eyes widen, because I suddenly remembered why I was here… what they had done…
"Murderer!!" The agony I was going through only amplified my rage and I thrashed against my restraints, trying vainly to attack the man… -monster at my side.
"Monsters!! You killed them, you murders!!" I shrieked in rage and broke down into ragged sobs as I took in this horrifying fact. Tears filled and burned my eyes and cheeks as they ran down my face.
My sobs were interrupted as the fire coursed through my body with a renewed intensity that tested the barriers of my sanity. This was pure torture and once again prayed that my suffering would end and that I would die. I fought back another scream and the effort of my self control made my body spasm, my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides.
I felt two icy hands on the sides of my face and I closed my eyes, reveling in the relief from the fire, the cold dulling the pain. Aro's cool breath washed over me as he spoke, but my mind was elsewhere, remembering my past. Perhaps I was dying and I would replay my life once more… The heat in my body intensified, but I could feel cool pressure being applied on my body and I sighed in relief.
"Thank you," I breathed, unable to remember my anger and grateful for the now more dulled pain throbbing through my body.
"Shh, child, now sleep…"
I believe I may have gone into shock due to the magnitude of the previous pain, but my now numbed condition allowed me to focus on the music. My mind wandered to the past, remembering a time that I desired such a cold embrace.
Edward. His golden eyes flittered in my mind's eye for a moment before disappearing. That was so long ago when he left me in the woods that fateful day. I never once resented him for finding me so undesirable; I mean I hardly deserved such a man anyways. He was always beyond my reach, but was kind enough to give attention until becoming bored. I felt awful for what I put Charlie through that month as I grieved the loss of my supposed soulmate.
Ever since Edward left I pretty much lost interest in boys and other social activities. I had no desire to be social and sank into isolation; which was great for my academic life, but it didn't make me happy or help me heal. Fortunately, my friend Angela, who I will be eternally grateful for, intervened and changed my life. Her father was a pastor and so I started to go to church with her on Sundays. At first I went because it was better than staying at home alone, since Charlie was often out fishing, but after a month or so I realized that I enjoyed church and wanted something more out of life.
By that Christmas I accepted Christ into my life and desired to live for the Lord. It wasn't until that spring before high school graduation that I finally felt healed; whole. Edward had taken the other half of my heart when he left, but God was able to fill that hole in my life.
Angela and I were accepted into Washington State University and were roommates all throughout undergrad. I pursued a degree in biology, my sights set on entering medical school after graduation. We said our goodbyes, promising to keep in touch and I headed across the nation. I had missed my mother and Phil during my time on the west coast and so I applied and was accepted into a medical school in Florida. I moved to Jacksonville, finding a small apartment and promised Charlie and Angela that I would be back to visit during winter break.
Once again my lack of social life was a huge asset in my medical school career. I was active in the new church I was attending, teaching a Sunday school class and going to a college and career group bible study, but aside from that I kept to myself. Surprisingly, I was able to get over my squeamishness and thoroughly enjoyed gross anatomy lab. Due to my past brushes with death I had a morbid fascination with the mystery of the dead and decided to specialize in pathology.
My other passion was immunology, and so when I wasn't in class I was working in Dr. Cheng's lab as an intern to make a modest living. I wasn't exactly sure how I would combine my two loves, but I trusted that everything would come together in the end. Soon enough I was nearing my final year in medical school and Renee had a surprise gift awaiting me one weekend in the spring when I went to her house to visit.
"Phil just got appointed to a higher ranking team, and well we're going to have a bigger paycheck and wanted to get you an early graduation present."
I opened my mouth to protest since this sounded expensive and they didn't have that much money, but Renee put her hands on her hips and shook her head.
"Now I know what you're thinking, but forget it. We've already purchased the tickets and you will be going with us to Italy this summer.
All coherent arguments were forgotten as my jaw dropped in shock and I hugged Renee with all my strength. "Italy!! Oh my goodness, thank you guys so much!! I'm so excited!" My sentence ended with a squeak and I realized that I was hopping with excitement. I have never been out of the country before and was psyched. Of course I would repay the favor once I was a doctor, but I was going to Italy!!!
I was torn from my happy memories as I felt my heart racing out of control. The fire had receded from my limbs and had focused its flames in my chest with a vengeance. The pain was no longer bearable and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to focus on my racing heart. My heartbeat was thundering in my ears and I could not comprehend what was going on and how it could possibly be moving so quickly…
I was dying, oh Lord I was dying… Fear now gripped my chest and I started to pray, terrified for my death, or worse…
"Oh Father God, please save me, I am so afraid… What is happening? Take me into your presence Lord; I am ready for your warm embrace." I felt a warm glow on my face, but it vanished as my heart began to accelerate, taking my agony to a new level. My back arched as the flames engulfed my dying heart and I let out a final scream and then: silence.
The fire that was in my chest dispersed quickly and I was suddenly aware of a lack of pain. It was magnificent. I knew I had died, but yet… here I was… I took a deep breath and was perplexed at how foreign this felt. It felt like my chest was a hollow cavity and that the air traveling down my throat tickled my insides, like blowing dust around a room, but that was it. There was no pressure or release and I immediately wondered if my lungs had been burned and were gone from the flames. The positive aspect of breathing, however, was the fact that I could smell everything. I could smell the metallic bed and the leather straps that bound me. There was an unfamiliar scent, sweet and musty in the room and I opened my eyes to investigate.
A sound of surprise came from my lips as I surveyed the sights around me. I could see the stippled texture of the paint as if I was using a magnifying glass, yet I was several feet away. Dust, I could see individual dust particles floating about the room, casting mini rainbows as they caught the light from the window. My eyes continued to scan the room until they fell upon a familiar figure. I could not remember his name, but I did recognize the face.
I suddenly felt very angry and bolted upright, and was startled by how I ripped through the heavy leather straps as if they were paper chains. I was strong and I wanted to destroy this creature. I heard a feral snarl, like a rabid beast and then realized that I had made that sound. No matter, I was too focused on how to best kill my target. I sank into a crouch and could feel the raw power coiling into my legs. I launched myself at the creature, snarling with rage and found myself grappling with several large men wearing dark robes. I struggled with all my strength, but there were too many of them.
"Now now, Bella darling, is that any way to greet your master?" The man that I had just tried to destroy had a soft smile on his face, his milky red eyes glittering with joy.
Bella… I guess that was me, it sounded right, but what was going on? I was hauled to my feet and held my at least three hooded figures. The murderous rage has dissipated as soon as I was tackled and I tried to shrug off their hold on me.
"Sorry master, where am I?"
A/N: Well this is my first attempt at fanfiction, so please give me lots of constructive criticism! I will jump more into the main story in the next few chapters, since this IS the prologue. Hopefully this caught your attention so that you'll want to read future chapters!