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Isabell the Looser!!

Prologue: Beating Down Unwanted Shields

Isabella Swan

It's been months since it happened; since I last saw his face. I remember for the first four months after it happened I couldn't do anything but lie in bed and grieve; grieve for things that I didn't remember.

The last time I saw him, his eyes were alight with caramel flame, his face scrunched in a small denial of what he would do to me; what he was doing to me. I remember how my hands shook as I unbuttoned his shirt; how his fingers were calm and icy as he unbuckled my belt for me.

"Bella," he said for the sixth time, "We don't have to do this now. We can wait."

That should have been my cue to stop, not go any farther. I should have thought of the consequences before; but I was greedy with victory. He had given up his forced marriage proposal, and had given me free reign; little did I know, it would almost cost me my life.

"No, I'm ready." I said, "Truly."

He gave me a doubtful look, but he pulled me into his arms and together we climbed under the golden comforter.

All I can remember after that was the heat; pounding around us, reverberating off our bodies in huge droplets of sweat. I remember the movement, him so graceful on top of me, and the happiness that spread through me as our lips met again and again in an unbreakable kiss.

Then something happened. Something I can hardly describe. His body stiffened above me, his lips froze and turned even icier, and I felt his hands cling to my shoulders and his nails dig into my skin.

I cried out, feeling the wet streaks sliding down my arms and smelling the sickly scent of blood. I rolled over, away from him, as he thrashed on the bed. I didn't understand what was happening; he'd said he could handle it.

"Edward," I began, "What--"

He turned and looked at me straight on then, and I knew I was screwed. The blood was driving him mad, the happiness and relaxed guards; he was free, the monster was free.

"Bella," he whispered softly. His voice had lost its musical tone, it sounded strained and faint. A flicker of light from the moon beyond the open window glinted off his eyes, showing the black cores in the usually caramel eyes I had grown to love.

He squeezed his eyes shut, reopened them; scooted toward me, then winced and drew back again. "Bella," he repeated, his eyes downcast, "Get. Out. Now. I can't. Hold. On. Any. Longer." He looked so pain that I wanted to comfort him, but my legs stayed frozen under me as I lay across the bed beside him.

"Edward, what's the matter?"

"Get out," he whispered, a little louder.

I moved closer and tried to wrap my arm around him, but he moved away again, as if my touch would cause him even more pain. "Edward, what--"

He glared up at me then, all emotion clean from his face except a desire; a desire for my blood. In that instant, I finally took in my surroundings. We were in his room, on the bed, me on the side by the wall. I remembered how we'd locked the door to keep out any unwanted visitors, though it wouldn't have held them if they tried hard enough. I saw the way his body was positioned so that he was blocking my only way out; the locked door.

In that instant, I saw his eyes dilate and his teeth shine in the moon's light, sharp and deadly.

I took a deep breath, moving with great caution around him. I didn't get far before I felt his hand on my neck, his lips at my throat.

"Don't bother to scream." he breathed into my ear, "No one will hear you, or care. You're just a snack to them, my family. They don't actually care for you."

I shivered at his words even though I knew they weren't true, that he was under my blood's spell.

"No one will look for you. They all think you're on holiday in Alaska, with me." His cold breath made me shiver and flinch away. His grip tightened on my throat. "No one cares about stupid, silly, klutzy little Isabella," he tutted, looking me up and down, and for the first time that night, I truly felt naked under his iron gaze. "But don't worry, my pet. I'll give you some time to say goodbye to life. Don't want to die without a little showdown, now do we?"

"Edward." I gasped, his grip was so tight his fingers were cutting into my throat. "Please…"

He smiled evilly, showing once more his fangs; then his hand left my throat, my body left the bed, and I was flying through the air.

Crunch! Bang! Snap! He threw me into his neatly arranged rows of CD's. My head collided with the self, crunching. My arm shot out to protect myself; it went snap. I hit the floor with a bang, then I was screaming and screaming and screaming. I was in his arms, then I was flying again; I crashed into the door next, and I felt my ribs screech in agony.

"Please," I begged him. I tried to stand, but my legs were jell-o and I couldn't see through the blood in my eyes, the tears. "Please, Edward, stop!"

He approached me with a look of pure hatred, "You beg me, silly girl. You beg me to spare your life, even as you ask me to turn you?" His leg extended toward my face, his fist to my side.

My face dropped to the floor amid a pool of crimson blood. The world spun. Vaguely, I could feel his fist pummeling every part of me he could touch. Vaguely, I could smell my blood, hear his cooing voice in my head that now only spoke words of poison. Vaguely, I could see the red irises in his eyes as he licked my blood from the floor.

Again he smiled that malicious smile, again his leg collided with my face. I didn't know I was screaming until I heard footsteps on the stairs outside the door. A moment later, as I relished in the knowledge that someone had come to save me, I realized that the door was tightly bolted shut, and Edward would surely kill anyone to cross the threshold.

Edward hissed above me though and then was gone from my side. A moment later, the door burst open and the momentum flung across the room. I sailed through the air, in what seemed like slow motion.

I felt Edward's window glass cutting into my face, everything. Then I felt the chilly breeze outside, the wind wiping through my hair and across my bare body. Then I felt arms encircle me, cradle me to a bare chest; and I looked into Jacob Black's warm face, and knew I was safe at last.

The world went dark. I passed out as he swept me into his arms, and carried me through the night.

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