Bella's POV
As I walked back from the book store, I could feel in the atmosphere around me there was something wrong, something bad was going to happen...
It was a cold and misty night, the sky was black and the air was icy cold and sharp, the kind that hurt when you took a breath…It was perfectly the most inescapable crime scene laid out just waiting for something to happen. I got scared as my imagination was considering all of the possibilities that could happen in this small dark alley, where there was no witnesses and it wouldn't be too hard to clear up the evidence…I shivered and walked faster towards home.
Just then I heard something, footsteps were approaching closer to me but then suddenly stopped. It confused me and I was debating against myself if I should just turn around and look or just keep walking. Maybe that would be safer.
I took a deep breath to calm myself but suddenly out of nowhere I was thrown with force to the ground, knocking the air right out of me. I couldn't breathe and I was being pinned and held down on the icy cold ground. My bag had been knocked out of my hands and I could only see the tops of the building and the moon shining in the night sky.
I was shivering on the floor. I tried to scream but I couldn't, there was something blocking my mouth and holding my head down. I gasped as something as sharp as razors pierced through my throat leaving me struggling uselessly on the dark cold ground of the vast evil night…
Everything went dim, my eyes rolled back into my head, my helpless screams were choked off before it had a chance to escape and everything went black...
I could hear perfectly fine, oh yes, but I couldn't open my eyes. This was it; this was the monstrous crime scene that soon the world would know about. I was going to die.
"NO, EDWARD. STOP!" An unexpected voice roared.
Suddenly, the weight and pressure was gone. I was left on the cold ground. I was on fire! I was being burned! It burned all the way through my body, leaving me nothing but ashes. I could scream now, but something else quickly covered my mouth. Then I was flying... I must be dead now. The wind brushed against my scorching skin, the fire left me breathless as it got hotter and hotter and faster.
"Shhh, it's alright we're here, shhh" a sweet gentle voice chanted over and over, holding me down as I burned.
Every second and minute that passed felt like a decade, every hour a century, I felt like I was going to burn forever. But suddenly after the hours of torture and agonizing pain…It stopped…
I was shocked everything was…different? I don't think I needed to breathe and there were amazing scents and smells good enough to eat…
My throat was dry as bone too. I opened my eyes and sat up slowly, seeing 7 faces staring back at me.
Who were these people?