Disclaimer: I own none of the twilight characters or anything else.

I know the name is cheesy my friend Ashley came up with it.

The heat was excruciating as it radiated from my neck. My already fevered body was set afire with the intensity of the pain. Every inch of my being protested against the torture that raced through me.

I had thought myself mad when the golden haired man stole me from the hospital. If not for him I'd still have been in the morgue. Somehow he saved my life. I might have believed myself dead if the delusions hadn't taken over. All I could remember before the pain was being carried away by this angel. Only my savior had thrown me into the depths of hell instead.

I clenched my eyes shut. My face contorted into a mask of pain. A whimper escaped my lips and the agony made me squirm away from myself. Every movement I made intensified the heat and yet stillness proved no better.

The blood in my ears thundered; every beat spread the poisonous pain further throughout my body. Liquid fire raced through my veins to consume everything it touched. Air rushed in and out of my lungs in shallow rapid bursts. I felt like I was drowning in the torturous agony. Waves of slowly intensifying heat crashed over my limbs. In the haze I opened my eyes to see the keeper of my hell, but I only saw the angel's face. It was too beautiful to be human, too beautiful to be real. Sympathy flooded his crystal face.

The devil appears in many forms but none to match the guise of this man. My gaze stopped on his blood stained eyes. The deep red irises were the only portal to his true identity. They were the only thing about him that wasn't perfect. But they were perfect; in a savage and evil way they suited him. If I stared into them for too long they shifted colors. Golden butterscotch materialized like a mirage before disappearing in the pool of red.

I slowed my erratic movements to ponder his face. If I thought too much about the pain it would only kill me quicker and the man might be able to save me. I shivered though I was anything but cold. My body twitched in accordance with the pain. My breathing hitched frequently between the rapid rise and fall of my chest.

Right now he was my distraction. The pain wouldn't disappear but studying him made it easier to endure. Gazing into those eyes I felt that he knew this pain as well. He had suffered this torture long ago. He was both the source of my anguish as well as my salvation.

A flare in the heat broke my concentration. I couldn't fight the spasm that shot through my body. I curled around myself to stop the agony ravaging me but it only strengthened. Resistance was impossible.

My eyes became unfocused. The divine man turned into a blur of fantastic colors in the lens of my tears. Unconsciousness fought to take me – and I would gladly have let it – but my eyes merely rolled back before attempting to refocus on the man before me. After a few violent jolts my body found a rhythm in the pain. The torture increased at a steady rate for what seemed like years.

A weak scream leaked from my lips after a particularly violent flare poured over my limbs. Before this I had managed to keep quiet while the pain controlled me. My vision returned to the blurry haze I was now accustomed to. Clarity came to me only in mindless flashes of reality. I saw the man stand; worry crossed his face. The emotion softened his eyes causing them to smolder like burning red embers. His movements were cautious but graceful and fluid. A gentle hand rested itself on my forehead. The pain shied away from the contact of his icy fingers.

My mind expanded to contain thought again. The pain had consumed my mind for the longest time. Questions flooded the empty space it left behind. How long had I lain there at the mercy of the fire? Was I even alive? What of my mother? Was she suffering as I was? What was happening to me? One trembling word resonated in my mind. Live. Spoken in an unknown voice I couldn't get it out of my head. The pain had made me insane; I was hearing voices.

I couldn't focus on my sanity so I directed my attention elsewhere. The pain had lessened and my body was only shaking. I calmed my breathing and closed my eyes. I needed to speak with the man but I had no idea what to say. My throat felt raw with the heat. There was no way to ask all the questions that held my thoughts. Unconsciously I groaned at my indecision. Even this scratched at my throat. Angered with myself I opened my eyes to see his face. It was oddly clear in the surrounding haze. Again I was caught by his eyes. Forcing the word – no the name – from my lips, I spoke. "Carlisle."

The hand disappeared as if it had never been there in the first place. I was falling, plummeting into the depths of heat and pain. My vision momentarily blacked out. The face was gone and my thoughts failed half formed. My back arched under the new waves of heat that burned through my body. A new pressure seized at my chest and shook my limbs.

Fire tortured every inch of my being as a feral scream tore through my throat. The agony was ten fold what it was before his hand had pushed it back. My lungs blazed as I tried to breathe in. I laid there gasping like a fish out of water. Beyond the pain I could feel his curiosity but also his fear. Still blind I tried to find his hand again. I raised my shaking hand but could achieve no more then a few inches above the bed. I had no energy to move except in response to the pain.

I managed to pull my hand off the bed again but only barely. Something cold slipped into it with ease. His hand gripped mine tightly and again fought off the pain. The heat shrank slightly back, freeing my mind a little. I blinked away the black that devoured the world.

I refused to speak for fear of scaring him away. I couldn't even remember what I had said to him in the first place. His cool touch was a drug for the pain. I was sure that if I gave it up again it would mean death. My grip tightened on his hand fearing the loss of its protection. I should have crushed it with the force but it felt like marble under my fingers. I stilled my body again. Only small shivers rushed down my limbs.

I turned my gaze on the golden haired man again. His face jumped out at me in the drab room. I noticed that his white skin was slightly less flawless but no less brilliant. His hair wasn't the perfect shining gold that I remembered but each strand had its own unique shade. But his eyes were still molten fire. The shade remained that bright red gold that warned of malice but offered concern. It was the one feature that I remembered perfectly.

A bronze haired boy drifted into view. Sweat soaked locks hung across his forehead and his cheeks were hollow with disease. The emerald eyes blazed with life much like a candle's flame flares before it is finally extinguished. They weren't focused on anything when surprise crossed his features. The emotion entered my mind. His face reminded me of myself, only he was no longer alive.

Before I could identify our differences, a knife of pain drove itself into my chest. The boy's face contorted in agony before disappearing all together. The heat attempted to over whelm my heart but the last living thing in me raged on. I felt my lungs crumble in my chest, melted in the heat. The agony doubled and it seemed my drug was wearing off.

It took me awhile to notice that the pain had disappeared from my finger tips and toes. I was oddly unaware of them until cold sensation manifested. The pain was leaking up my arms and legs to strangle my heart. Painless sensitivity remained in place of the heat. I didn't move my limbs but fought the torture welling up in my chest. It was gathering around my heart. Gasps racked my body but air would not enter my lungs, yet my heart raged on. The only thing holding me down now was the hand resting in mine. The ice cold disappeared and his hand was much warmer on my skin.

My mind was free form the assault of the pain. It still attacked my heart; that over active useless organ. Give up, I thought. End this now. Just STOP!

Everything ceased. Silence held the room. Fractions of a second passed but I knew my heart would never beat again. Every sense of pain shut itself off from me and I was deathly still. Was this death then?

I sat up and looked at Carlisle. The movement was like his movements, graceful, flawless. The image of the boy crossed my mind again with sudden clarity. His bronze hair stuck out in all directions and shined with sweat. Now equaling Carlisle's, his skin was pale and brilliant.

But his eyes! Blood red fury had replaced the liquid green.

Damn! I was hungry.