Alternative: Bella and James ending
Chapter 1:
Bella stared dumbfounded at the blue TV screen. This was a setup the whole time and she was too stupid to notice. Bella whirled at the sound of laughter. It was James. The sight of the red-eyed beast standing at the back of the room with a remote in his hand started her heart to an uncontrollable pounding that rang through her whole body.
"Bella! Bella!" James called, mimicking her mother on the TV screen. "Hah. And I thought it wouldn't work!"
Bella wanted to cry and at the same time slap herself for actually falling for such a sly move. "Please James. Don't hurt me—" She stopped short as a wide grin grew slowly on James' menacing face.
"What's a hunt without a kill?" James slowly walked towards Bella as she stood there shaking with fear. He picked up Bella's limp arm and carefully narrowed the space between his blood-thirsty mouth and her hand. Bella winced as she felt her skin break and fresh blood trickling out. She felt James lick the cut softly. Bella bit her lip as a tear raced down her cheek and landed neatly on the wrist of her occupied hand. James quickly picked his head up at the sound of her muffled cry.
"Your blood is as good as I dreamed it would be. I would kill you now but that wouldn't be fun after such a long hunt. Don't you think so?" James gazed at Bella with a phony frown marking his deadly face. He stood there waiting for an answer.
"N—no…" Bella didn't know what to say. She just wanted to fall to her knees and cry for infinite mercy.
James carelessly shoved Bella to the ground and he laughed innocently. "I see. Let's play a game, shall we? Every time you answer my questions incorrectly, you will get hurt. Deal?" James stared hardly at Bella.
Bella stared back at him. "James. Please don't do this to me," she breathed.
James unexpectedly stepped on Bella's leg. A loud crack burst through the room and an agonizing pain electrified her body. Bella shrieked the air out of her lungs. Her broken leg twisted limply beside her. James grinned evilly and whispered, "Wrong."
"Question number two," James continued as if nothing had just occurred. "Did I fool you, Bella? Did I lure you to this studio because you were too stupid to know it was all a setup? Did I Bella?"
Bella wanted to reply so badly but all she could do was breathe in and out in quick unsteady breaths. The pain was too much to cope with.
"Bella, you suck at this game. Wrong!" James madly tossed Bella towards the TV where her head cracked against the screen.
Bella cried an ear-piercing scream as blood gushed out of her skull. James laughed a brutal, careless laugh as he eyed the dying human in front of him. He slowly walked to her side and bent his knees so that he was at eye level with her.
"Question number three. If I throw you now across the room at those glass mirrors, will you get hurt?"
"No! Please!"
Another crack echoed as Bella's body lay limply on the ground in front of the cracked mirrors. Blood painted her whole body. Her eyes could only open halfway or so. Between her loose, bloody hair she gazed at the thirsty vampire. For a second, she saw beautiful Edward instead of the monster standing there. Where was he all this time? And instead of a torturing grin, he was smiling that crooked smile that she loved. She reached out for the life that wasn't there. She cried out for the love she was born to have. She heard his silky, perfect voice soothing her, telling her to hold on, not to leave. She wanted to live, for him, but she couldn't. She stared into the imaginary golden eyes of her Edward. She gazed at the beauty that had once been all hers for one last time and with all the emotions she had ever kept secretly and unnoticeably inside of her, she whispered, "I love you."
The next second everything went black and the only noise she was left hearing was the slurping and sloshing sounds a vampire would make when sucking out the last spots of blood from a dead human body.