A/N: Hey there! I promise I haven't given up on my other story, chapter six is just being /really/ difficult. So, I decided to write this while my muse is on vacation. It should be back soon, though, so don't worry!

I never thought I would die this way. I figured I would die a dignified death, maybe go in my sleep. I guess that wasn't meant to happen.

I curled farther into the cold, hard wall of the bathroom she had me cornered in. Not that I would have gotten far running. She managed to track me halfway across the country, she could find me anywhere I managed to run. There was no getting out of this.

She laughed menacingly. "A mate for a mate, little one. Stand and face your fate. It was sealed the moment your mate laid a finger on mine."

"He's not my mate! Shouldn't you be going after Edward? Does it not matter that he doesn't care about me? It's pretty obvious he doesn't care, he left me unprotected. Shouldn't you be killing him?" Please, see the logic, I silently pleaded after my little rant.

She laughed. "Little human, I don't care if he doesn't care about you. You were the one that caused Edward kill my mate, therefore you, and solely you, are responsible. Maybe I should turn you and subject you to this life, wandering alone. Leave you out in the forest, leave you to figure out this life by yourself. Give you a taste of the life I now have to live. I think that punishment would be far more torturous than what I had in mind." She began pacing in front of me, her hands curled into what looked like claws. "See, I was just going to kill you, before you made me haul my ass across the country after you. It was going to be quick. Mostly painless. I was going to just drink that sweet blood of yours, until you ran dry. Until you turned cold with death. This way, I still get to taste your blood, and your punishment lasts longer."

I started crying, then. I was able to hold myself together until then. Eternity, alone? Wandering the earth, with no companion? She was right. It was a fate far worse than death.

"Please, no. Just kill me." I held my wrist out, an offering.

She laughed, and, too fast for my eyes to comprehend, she had bitten. I thought maybe, just maybe, she had decided to kill me. Until she pulled back, and smiled.

"Idiotic human. Did you honestly think I would be swayed that easily? That should be enough venom to change you, but the change will take longer. Probably around five days, I would guess." She picked me up, and threw me over her shoulder, and started running then.

That's when I began to feel it. It was like a slow fire was running creeping up my arm. I patted my arm, stupidly thinking I had somehow lit it on fire. It got more intense then, the fire burning hotter. I wanted to scream, to kick, to injure the person who had done this to me. I knew that would get me nowhere, though, somewhere in the back of my mind.

I felt myself being thrown to the ground, then. My eyesight was gone. I was blind. I felt the air move around me. We must be out in the forest, like Victoria said she would leave me. I felt her lean down, whispering something in my ear.

"Have a nice eternity, little one."

With that, she was gone. I was alone. Alone. I couldn't even hear any animals around me, no birds chirping, nothing.

I could still feel the fire, creeping slowly, but surely, up my arm and into my torso. I would not scream. I would think around it. I wouldn't give that bitch the satisfaction of letting her know she caused me pain, if she was within hearing distance.

I shifted through my memories of a human, trying to commit them to memory, so I would have them as a vampire. I thought of Charlie, back in Forks, and Renee, still in Arizona. Arizona. I remember it being really warm and sunny there, and the dessert being absolutely beautiful, in a dead sort of way. I like warm. And sunny. Neither of which I got in Forks. I didn't get enough sun here to make up for those lost years stuck under the dreariness of Forks. I would never be able to go back to Arizona. I would be subjected to walking in shadows for the rest of eternity.

I said my goodbyes to my parents when I moved here to Texas. At least I wouldn't leave loose ends, having not really made any close friends while I was in college. Renee wouldn't mourn my death, and Charlie would move on quickly.

I had just celebrated my twenty-second birthday last weekend. The few friends I did have took me out to a bar, and got me drunk. I laughed mentally at the memories of that night; my friends getting wasted and hitting on random guys, me having a bout of confidence and deciding that dancing on the floor was over-rated, and took to a table. I would never forget that night.

I ran through the memories of my childhood; the ones I had. My childhood hadn't been great, my flighty mother always forgetting to pay one bill or the other. We moved a lot, but tried to stay in Arizona, since she just couldn't bear to leave. I switched schools often, never staying long enough in one place to really put down roots and make friends. Which is probably why I had such trouble making friends now, I was afraid of losing them.

The burn intensified. My mind was consumed with it for an immeasurable amount of time. The venom had, finally, reached my heart, and it became the center of the burning. It felt like my heart was melting, dripping liquid fire into the rest of my veins. I couldn't think of anything else but the flames for a while, I couldn't even keep track of the time.

Some time later, it died down, allowing me to think again. I found that I could think about multiple things at once. One part of my mind would be on keeping track of what was happening around me, leaves falling, the wind blowing. Another part was able to think about my childhood, and still another was able to think about other things. The venom must have been changing the capacity of my brain when I couldn't think around the pain.

That was how I spent the next four days. Wallowing in the fire, feeling like it was burning me alive. I ran through my memories when I could, hoping I would still have them when I awoke to this new life.

The thought of my diet ran through my brain. Should I follow Carlisle's example, or should I hunt humans? It seemed the more natural choice was to hunt humans. The bad ones, at least. It helped humanity. And the thought of animal blood just seemed repulsive.

So it was decided. I would hunt humans. Carlisle would be disappointed. I couldn't find it in myself to care.

The fire started to recede, the change nearly finished. I could wiggle my fingers now, and I could feel my feet. The fire was retreating towards my torso, the flames rushing to my heart. I could hear it, thumping wetly in my chest. The fire consumed my heart. The pain reached unbearable levels.

And then, it stopped.

A/N: Yep. That's it. I left you with a cliffhanger. :D

This isn't the end of the story, of course. I'll update as soon as I can.

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-Blaize