This is a new kind a story that I decided to write. I hope you like it! Enjoy!

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Chapter One: The Two Fires

Fire. The house was on fire.

I ran out of my room, flinging the door open to a severe cloud of gray smoke.

"Mom!" I yelled, terrified. "Dad?"

I felt the flames before I saw them. The heat pressed again my skin as the flames rolled slowly and tauntingly towards me.

Dead. They were dead.

I screamed. I was trapped. I was going to die.
I backed up into my room, the flames reaching the doorway seconds later.

The window. Should I jump? Either way I would surely die. Which would be less painful?
The flames were behind me. Too late…the decision had been made for me. I was screaming, it hurt so much. I suddenly heaved up and jumped.

I hit the floor.

So much pain.

Cold hands suddenly touched me. I realized I was writhing in agony and they were trying to contain me. It was too much to bear. I slowly slipped out of consciousness.

Why was I on fire again? It was worse than before. Was that even possible?

I heard low murmurs somewhere above me. I tried to concentrate on them…distract me from the pain.

"Are you sure the morphine didn't work?" A voice asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." This voice was female.

"All that time...You were in pain?" Yet another voice.

"Oh, Edward. She's fine now." This voice was higher…like soprano.

I shrieked as the pain reached a higher proximity.

There was a moment of silence. Someone groaned.

"It's alright, Carlisle."

"I know."

"You think she'll give us trouble?"

"Getting your hopes up, Jasper?"

"Bella."

"Come one, Edward. You know he was thinking it."

Why were they letting me burn I didn't care what they did, just as long as the pain stopped. They could kill me for all I cared.

Yes, kill me. Death…death would better than this.

I realized that I had been letting out screams this entire time.

What was happening?

"I wish I knew her name..so I could comfort her."

"Carlisle…"

My name? What was my name?

I knew it. But I could not remember…

This added to my panic.

What was happening? Why was I still on fire?

I screamed louder than before.

"Can you hear me?"

I couldn't answer.

"I know it hurts now, but it's going to get better. Please, trust me." The voice, although coming to me distorted through my pain, was so filled with compassion that I could not help but believe.

I would make it through the fire.

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More information on the time period and the story will come in the next two chapters.