Author Note: To set the scene more appropriately, here's what's going on: In New Moon, when Bella is in the meadow and Laurence appears, he decides to indulge himself after all. This is my first story, so please tell me what you think of it, and if you have any suggestions. I love reviews. )
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this fanfic so far. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer, although I wished differently.
Prologue
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It was when Laurent lunged at me that I knew it was the end.
I was alone. There was no one to stop the onslaught this time.
I threw my arms out to ward him off, but little good it did me. I felt the first sting of his venomous bite in my left forearm. It was pleasantly numb for a few moments, and then a dull burn began spreading throughout my upper body. It was at this point that I heard a yelp and what sounded like a chorus of growls. There was a gust of wind by my head, and Laurent's fangs were ripped from my skin.
Suddenly my arm was on fire.
I cried out as the burn infiltrated my system. The pain was taking over. It felt like a million fire ants were crawling through my veins, eating away at my blood vessels. There was sandpaper in my throat, and my scream was cut short.
"No!" someone yelled. The voice was familiar. I tried to pull the name from my memory, but to no avail. All I could think about was the searing pain that scorched through my body like wildfire.
There were murmuring voices surrounding me, but I could only recognize one completely. The name still evaded me. I tried to listen, and managed to catch a few snips of conversation.
"….Without the other one, how do we know…?""
…We should take her to.."
"Dammit, someone help her!"
"..Calm down… We'll take her to..."
I struggled futilely to follow the conversation, but was lost in the pain that was liquid magma flowing through my veins. I kept screaming, and noticed in a detached manner that I had broken into a sweat and that there were tears rolling down my cheeks.
I was suddenly hefted up; someone grunted under my weight. The pain increased as my blood kept circulating and the venom reached new parts of my circulatory system. I hurt in places and ways of which I didn't know were capable of being hurt. Nausea suddenly struck, and I retched; luckily it was only a dry heave, as I hadn't eaten lately. The burn as someone made contact with my skin felt as though I had been skinned and a bottle of vodka had been dumped over me. I screamed and screamed, and though I tried to stop I couldn't. It was as if my body had taken over my mind and though I rationally knew it would be better to stop, my body refused to obey. My lungs ached and my throat was raw, and for the life of me I couldn't help but keep screaming.
It was pure agony.
Another voice spoke, and I was shifted as though someone was adjusting, and it was as if a thousand needles had been fired close-range at my entire upper body. I gave a final screech of pain and allowed my eyes to flutter open. I saw several blurry faces, some of which were talking rapidly, and one of them moved closer…
That was the point where I lost consciousness, and succumbed to the waves of pain that were taking over my body.
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