THE BEGGINING

It all started in the transformation. The venom spread like an excruciating acid poisening my veins, burning me from the inside out. I remember the coldness of his lips gouging into various parts of my body. I remember the sounds of my own screams ehoeing in circles in my head. I remember my eyesight fading to black and sounds of the outside world being drowned out. The only thing I could see was darkness engulfing me. The only sounds I could hear were my own screams. Then I heard another scream. At first I thought it was Edward screaming with me. I wanted to open my eyes and find the sourse of the screams, but no matter what, I still could only see darkness. The other screams echoed my own. I wondered for a moment if it was only me, but there was a voice there. A voice I didnt recognise. It was snarling and snickering with laughter.

"Pick it up! Pick it up now! Fight! Fight me now!"

It was a males voice. I had never heard it before. It was cold and hard. The sound of the voice was like a memory. I let out more screaming. I felt angry. I felt murderous. Rage filtered itself through me and I could not figure out why. Flames licked their way around my insides. I burnt. I wanted it to end. I wanted to open my mouth and scream to kill me! Kill me now! I dont want this! Make it stop!

I held my mouth shut tight. I tried to lay still. Wait for the burning to stop. There was another sound. Like someone was crying. Vampires couldn't cry. I didnt understand. Who was crying? I didn't understand where the sounds were coming from. It was a female voice speaking next. It sounded young.

"She...Cant be dead. It's not possible."

Was I dead? Was Edward too late to save me? It couldn't be. I was still burning. If I was dead, the burning would be over.

"Crusio!" A cold voice screamed. Then I seen his face in the darkness. It was white. Almost like a vampire. Was it a vampire? There were two red spots coming from slits where his eyes should be. Snakelike almost. The expression on his face was nothing but a sadistic pleasure and satisfaction. There was another pain. I could still feel the fire inside me, but I felt like my whole body was being torn limb from limb, yet staying exactly where it was meant to be. My bones were twisting themselves. Snapping inside me. Over and over it repeated with the fire. Then it was only fire again. A cold laugh rining inside my head. The snakelike vampire disapeared. I could now see a grave. It had something written on it that I could not make out. It was so blurry. There were flames crawling up the stone of the angel. I could taste burnt blood. Oh God, when would this end? "Edward!" I screamed in my head. "Please, Edward, make it go away!"

I knew he couldn't hear my thoughts. I could feel my body convulsing. Yet I was not sure if my body had moved much since I'd been there. The fire began to burn out. Was this finally the end? I could see a mouth. I tried to focus. It looked like scales. Behind I could see the open sky. Then there were more flames that looked like they were appearing from the jaws. What it was, I had no idea.

I could hear the wheels of a car gliding along the road. I could hear the sounds of the birds wings as they cut through the air. Then I could hear a heartbeat. Was it mine? It was slow in between until it stopped. I could hear voices.

"Bella?" I heard his voice calling me. Was it over? Was it really over? I flicked my eyes open and there he was. More beautiful then could ever believe. I sat still. Looking around the room. They were all there except Rosalie. I could still hear a heart beat. Then I remembered. Renesmee's face flashed before me. I panicked for a brief moment and I suddenly felt calm. My eyes flicked to Jasper. Knowning he was holding the worry from me.

"Is she ok?" My voice was a ring. It shocked me. It was strong and confident.

"She's fine. Jacob and Rosalie are looking after her." Edward assured me.

"Jacob? Jacob is here?" I was shocked. He wanted so bad to get out.

"Yes." the tone in Edwards voice was not of someone who was happy.

I was monitored and watched for a few moments. Everyone was nagging me to go and hunt. They needed to teach me. They told me I needed to quench my thirst. They promised me I would see Renesmee after. So I listened. Edward took me out to hunt. He explained how to rely on my senses. It wasnt hard at all. Edward followed me as I hunted a dear. I caught it mid air and sunk my teeth into the flesh. The blood touched my lips and I felt warmth in my throat. Then I heard it again. The screaming that echoed my own. I dont know why, but I followed like instructions. I felt no pain physically.

"Bella, whats wrong?"

I stopped for a moment. The moment the blood touched my lips, I could feel something else. I could see images rushing through my head. They were not Bella memories. I had never been in these places I was seeing. There was the same grave as before.

Tom Riddle was all I could make out.

"I'm fine." I lied to Edward. There might have been something in my eyes because the look in Edwards were drowned with disbelief.

Sinking my teeth back into the deer I dried it up, pushing the thoughts out of my head. Whatever they were. They were disturbing.