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CHAPTER 1
I didn't know how much time passed since he left me in the meadow. My heart had shattered into a million pieces and I could not even begin to pick them up. I had cried till I ran out of tears and here I was, dry sobbing. It was funny how I could behave so much like one of them.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" The voice was taunting me, and out of my sobbing, I could recognize the voice. Victoria.
In a bid to control myself, I pulled in a deep breath. Looking at Victoria out of the corner of my eye, I could see how she would make so much use of this chance to get revenge on Edward, and I knew at that moment, that death was near. There was confusion in her eyes, mixed in with the fury. I knew the question she had. Why I would be all alone with none of the Cullens nearby.
"He left. He left me. They left me. He didn't want me to become a monster like him." I managed to croak out, my voice hoarse from all of the crying earlier. I didn't know why I said that, it was subconscious. I wanted to believe that he still did love me. I watched as Victoria slowly understood. At that moment, I felt a flicker of hope, that she would change me. And then I saw it in her eyes. She would make him suffer, suffer because of me.
Without any warning, she sank her teeth into my throat.
It was burning, so much like the time when James had bitten me. The fire raged on, and I was unable to stop it. I kept all my screams to myself, lying perfectly still. The fire had me burning, helpless. But all I wanted to do was to make it seem like I hadn't been in any pain. I didn't want Victoria to gloat, or for him to see it in her thoughts. Edward was my motivation.
I could hear that Victoria was still by my side, looking at my transformation. She wanted me to suffer, and she wasn't going to get it. She was screaming in rage as time passed by. I didn't know how much time had passed. All I wanted to do was to die as the fire spread, becoming hotter and hotter by the second. I struggled to remember, to remember not to scream, for him.
For three days, the fire raged on, with Victoria by my side, still trying to find signs of pain. I refused to give in, convincing myself, however weakly, that it would all be over soon, and I could be like him. Then, as the fire got stronger and stronger, my heart raced on and came to a stop.
For one moment, the absence of the pain and the fire was all that I could comprehend.
Then I opened my eyes.
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