Breaking Dawn-Chapter 1:
Nightmarish Conclusions
I'm breathless as I'm running. I can't see where I'm going and I don't really care. I just want to get away from it. I know I'd seen that face before, and it wasn't pretty. Actually, it was beautiful. One of the most beautiful faces I'd ever seen. Perfect pale skin, golden liquid topaz eyes-no, black, with a hint of red around the edges. I'd seen those eyes before. They belonged to…
"James." My voice is a sorry excuse for a whisper.
"Yes," Says the, not velvety, more like, jagged edges of a knife, voice.
It all hits me at once: he never died. He's coming back to avenge my death; something Victoria couldn't do even when she thought Edward had killed James. It's all finally coming to an end. I thought about fighting back, like I did last time. That just earned me a flying trip into mirrors and a shattered leg.
"Here I am." Just make it quick. I'm giving up easily, so can you. I think to myself.
"My Bella, how you've changed in these past two years, much more mouthwatering than before, you almost smell better than you tasted in that unfortunate accident."
I'm thinking of Edward the whole time. Why isn't he here? Is he just going to let me die like this? Suddenly, something James said brought me back to the present.
"Shall we get on with it?" The same exact words he said to me the last time. The magic words that made me realize pain was coming. But the way he said it implied that, even though, I gave him and easy win (again), and didn't argue, practically handed my life to him, this pain was going to be excruciating. This was too much to handle. Without warning, traitor tears started running down my cheeks.
"Bella dear, what's wrong?" James asks, trying to sound like an innocent trustworthy vampire.
I sniff and try to get a hold of myself. I really needed to work on this not being a danger magnet thing.
"N-Nothing." I stammer.
James smiles a toothy, no, fang-ish smile. All wrong. This is all wrong, vampires don't have fangs. I practically smack myself mid-thought. How can you be thinking about something so meaningless at this time? I scold myself.
"Good, just making sure. I don't want you crying while I kill you." He lunges at me and I choke out one last scream before I feel his fangs closing in on my throat.