A/N This story is set around 3 years before Bella moved to Forks just when the Cullen's moved back down from Alaska. C/Es…Em/R…A/J…E/Brianna (my character) E/Bella eventually.

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, I'll never own twilight, I'm wearing pyjamas and cows are black and white. Anymore questions?

Chapter One: An End and a Beginning.

The stars sparkled in the night sky as I lay on the moist grass of my garden looking up at them. I used to do this often though not for the same reasons. Back then my life seemed perfect.

My social life was starting off with a bang. My parents were happy. Boys started to notice me. This led to being friends with the prettier popular girls. I had often felt out of place with them.

Sure maybe I was popular at the time but in all sense I'm very plain. With long light red hair, I was slight not skinny but not overweight, no matter how much exercise and dieting I tried I could never quite change that. I was a sharp contrast to the blonde and tanned girls that populated my school and the rest of Sarasota, Florida with my pale face and freckles I was constantly asked I was Irish time and time again. I tried desperately to fit in mimicking the crowd until I was practically one of them.

My boyfriend was gorgeous, Danny. With the dark hair that could never decide whether it was black or brown and his stunning deep blue eyes, he treated me well and brought me out to nice places. I was in love, or so I thought. I would lie out here gazing up at the stars dreaming happy and peaceful dreams.

Something had seemed off after a while. Danny wouldn't ever quite look me in the eyes and took to looking over my shoulder as we talked, no single dates anymore just group ones which basically involved making out in a corner. It was an act, but I had deluded myself with the image of a perfect life

My parents started to fight constantly over pointless and minute things. When I looked to Danny for support during the eventual separation he remained distant. A few weeks later I found him making out with a friend of mine, he calmly told me it was over between us and resumed kissing the sneering girl. I was promptly dumped by the popular crowd too and sat alone at lunch, growing used to the jeering. It hurt, knowing that I had been in love with the wrong guy; one that didn't love me back. My brother Shaun moved out and went to college. He used to help with the bullies. He had sorted Danny out before when it had all gotten too much for me. But who was I to stop and ask him for help? What would I say, don't go to college and make something of yourself I have no friends?

My world had slowly but surely crumbled apart until I was hanging on by the loose threads clinging desperately to my former life.

My parents had been separated for 2 years now. Currently they were at the solicitors signing the final divorce papers. A tear fell down the side of my face and I blinked, the stars blurring out of focus for a second.

It seemed like the minute their pens touched the paper my fate would be sealed. My happy perfect life was officially over. The threads I was stubbornly clinging to would be cruelly cut to leave me falling into a black chasm which was soon to be my life.

The house would be put up for auction soon. I would miss it dearly. I had packed my life's worth of belongings into four suitcases. Four. My entire 16 years of life fit into four suitcases. I knew I was handling this horribly. I knew I should tell someone how unhappy I felt, I didn't trust anyone that much. Who was I supposed to tell, my parents? Ha. I could hear their response now, "you'll be fine Brianna it'll be hard for you but everything will be fine" I laughed bitterly sitting up, tears still running down my face. Yeah, it would be hard…on me, my parents had long since gotten used to the separation. I hadn' had ruined my life. My hands clenched by my side and my chest felt constricted. I scrambled to my feet; I needed a run to calm myself down. I jogged out the driveway not bothering to leave a note. I ran with increasing speed up the deserted road, the icy wind burning my face my tears blinding me.

Eventually I collapsed at the side of the road gasping for air. I looked around at my surroundings. I could see a familiar house across the street. I squinted to make it out in the darkness.

Yellow wooden panelling with a white trim, an overly neat garden, this was the kind of neighbourhood it would be frowned on to have even a single leaf on the driveway. It was the Richards house. A girl from the popular crowd lived there. I had run very far, further than I should have. Around 6-7 miles maybe? My parents would be worried by now. I didn't care, I didn't really even think about it to be honest. I climbed to my feet and jogged once again, but not the way home. I continued on in the same direction as before, jogging up the street heading for the town boundary.

It didn't take me long to realise I wasn't going back but when I did I ran as fast as I possibly could, my surrounding turning into a green blur. I didn't stop running. I wasn't sure where I was until my feet hit the sand. What would I do where would I go? I didn't know. All I knew was that I wasn't going back. Not now, not ever.

I ran flat out through the pure white sand, the warm dark water lapping at my ankles. People shouted and stared as I pushed past them in the car park and horns beeped loudly as I ran down the motorway. The moon shone above but gave little light. I had just the passing headlights to light up the darkness as I was on a backstreet with no street lights.

My shoes were beginning to annoy me; trust me to wear ballet flats while running away. I rolled my eyes and hopped on one foot as I threw them into a ditch. I looked up at the beep of a horn and was blinded by the headlights.

I was paralyzed in the middle of the road the headlights growing larger.

Brighter.

….

Closer.

….

The deafening beep of the horn shattered my ear drums. The car shattered the rest.

Everything was black.

The stars I once loved were gone. I wished I could see them one last time. My family's faces flashed through my head. I couldn't hear anything. A tear rolled down my cheek.

I could feel the tarmac beneath me. Every part of me was in agony. I tried desperately to move. I stopped when the agonizing pain from my back fired up. I gasped in pain and my eyes shot open.

Something was wrong. I was panicking now. I screamed out in terror, I could almost feel my scream leaving my mouth. I couldn't hear anything.

There was blood pooling around my head and I could see a deep gash on my leg which was bent at an odd angle. I felt light-headed and I looked up at the sky to avoid watching my blood pool around me. The stars I once loved were shimmering faintly in the sky, they were meaningless now. Symbols for a life that was soon to be over. I wasn't moving but I felt dizzy. I could feel myself slipping away. Where was death? Was it always this slow to consume lives victims? Where was the light that was supposed to be at the end of a tunnel? I knew I was dying but all there was was black, darkness, emptiness. Was this death? Just nothing, endless nothingness? I feared death more than anything at that instant and recoiled from the black hole that was drawing me in.

All of a sudden I could no longer fell the jagged tarmac beneath me. I felt light and empty. I was cold.

Ahh, now this was death. Something, not nothing.

But wait, what are the two ice cold blocks I felt under my back? I didn't care why would I care? In a few minutes there would be no need to care about anything anymore. The wind rushed past me and it surprised me; I had not realised I was moving. My eyes fluttered open shocking me out of my stupor. I blinked furiously knowing I was dead. How could I not be? This gorgeous creature could not possibly exist otherwise. Nothing but an angel could be this breathtaking. I ignored the growing pain and focused on this angel before me;

My angel looked in pain, his dazzling golden eyes tight. He, no wait it- nothing tied down by human nature could be this perfect-had messy bronze hair blown back in the ferocious wind framing its perfect features; a flawless angular nose that had its nostrils flared in frustration and anger, its perfect square jaw line that jutted out as if in defiance, its perfectly sculpted lips were taught and set in a hard line. It was a face anyone would die for. I wanted to reach out and touch the angel, damn the pain. But I dared not. If I touched my breathtaking angel, who knows, maybe it would disappear altogether, I would not take that risk.

I knew I was dead for certain now as I was blissfully happy in the angel's arms. No not happy, but…complete. I had never felt like this before. Even in my former more popular life, I had known that was an act deep down somewhere, I had seen the fakeness of the people around me but I had ignored it. Here, there was nothing else just…happiness, complete and utter bliss.

I knew it was foolish to waste even a second of watching the angel but my vision was becoming ragged at the sides, the angel was blurring out of view. My eyes closed slowly until my angel was no longer visible. My mind felt numb and my hands were getting cold. I wondered if it was from the ice cold blocks I now knew were the angel's hands. No, I didn't think so.

It was harder to breath now. That black hole was back now. I tried to resist like before. It was impossible, it was my time. I struggled to breathe, my throat felt constricted. I cried out to my angel with all my strength,

"Help please, please! I can't die, I don't want to-"

I still couldn't hear my words but I felt them. Just like I felt the gasp from the stone chest of my angel.

I was placed on the ground once again; this irritated me, I would have liked to die in the angels arms if I really had to go. I was slipping off the edge now, I didn't have long left. I tried desperately to see my angel again.

What was left of my brain tried to reason with me.

How is it an angel you're not dead yet!

I'm not?

Duh! What do you thinks happening Brie?!

Oh right, but what is it so?

…..…

My subconscious had no answer, or it had already left me.

I couldn't open my eyes. I suddenly felt cold air on my neck. My angel no my… saviour's breath. Its lips pressed lightly against my skin. I would welcome death as a friend now. A kiss from this creature, my life was complete, and I knew then it was over.

My skin was pierced and a burning hot liquid flowed into my blood system, agony wretched through me. My back arched in pain and I screamed in terror. I tried to find the source of the pain; my neck, my shoulders, my chest.

My so called saviour, my angel was biting my skin everywhere. I was on fire. My insides were on fire. My organs were burning one by one. I tried frantically to reach the black vortex that I knew was death, it had left me, I knew then it wasn't coming back.

This agony, this painful, painful torture was out of this world. It wasn't normal. This… this monster had done this to me. I had trusted it. I thought it an angel. And it drags me down to the fiery pits of hell. Oh dear god. My blood was on fire.

I screamed and moaned thrashing wildly as the fiery blood beat again and again through my pounding heart, each beat bringing another wave of torture to every part of my body. Every inch of my body felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly with hundreds of razor sharp blades. No, that would have been preferable. It was beating faster than it should. My blood wasn't on fire, it was fire. It was flowing hot lava burning my insides. I wished I could pass out but the pain kept me here.

It went on for years, years of pain, millenniums even; I couldn't keep track of time. I couldn't think straight, all I could do was scream and scream…..

The pain was fading now. After a millennia of pain. Torture. The tips of my fingers were free as too were my toes, the furthest away from the centre. The agony in my heart was still present, still burning lava was flowing through me destroying all that was in it way. I cried out in pain as my heart stuttered with the lava-blood which caused a spasm of deep pain through me. I could hear, sound came suddenly with no previous warning. This momentary joy was ended as my heart stuttered once again. I hissed in pain my back arching. Once again I felt cold hands on mine but now I heard the voice. The irresistible voice. It was hard to match this wonderful deep velvet voice that seemed like it was about to break into song at any moment with the life destroying beautiful demon that had wretched my life away from me. But I knew who it was; it was a love hate relationship with this thing. Beautiful, addicting, yet evil and dangerous.

As the pain ripped through me once again I focused on the voice to keep my mind off it, it worked, slightly. If I focused hard enough I could make out the words. It was interrupted by the spasms of pain when my heart frequently stuttered it was doing that a lot now. I could make out parts of the conversation, only the demons voice was audible to me.

"Carlisle please it's been too---"

"I'm sorry please I didn't know my actions---"

The angel/ demons voice faded into sobbing after awhile. It didn't sound like normal tears; all the same my heart went out to this creature with the dazzling eyes and the velvet voice. I almost forgave it. Then my heart stuttered once more. The pain was too much for me to bear. The creature had stopped talking now; its sobs were not nearly as distracting. I focused instead on my hands and feet which were now pain free. They felt odd. They were cold, too cold, that might be the overheating from the red-hot lava in my veins but still….there was also another sensation, they felt hard, strong, and indestructible. I flexed my hands experimentally. I curled up with the agony biting my fist against the pain.

"I'm sorry" the velvet voice muttered sadly.

"I don't care" I spat back angrily hissing as the fire picked up again in my veins.

It was the first time I had spoken to the demon since it bit me. It was silent for a minute.

"Alice says a few minutes left, 2 minutes and 48 seconds exactly."

I was relived, I wasn't sure who Alice was or how she knew but all the same I was relieved. I trusted this creature, even after what it had done to me I trusted it, I couldn't help it. The pain was fading faster now, the lava seemed to be retreating back to centre. I waited for the end.

The lava pumped faster, my heart was burning more than it had been for the past hundred years of agony. It was pounding against my chest causing the lava to pump faster. I screamed in terror and pain. My eyes flew open and my hands grabbed at the thin air. I drug heavy breaths in, my throat was burning, my lungs had gone, shrivelled up and died in a corner somewhere. My heartbeat was ever increasing, I screamed louder. My scream cut off and I choked on the air, I couldn't breathe. My head dropped. My eyes shut. My heart gave one last stutter, a deep low thud, the sound of defeat. There was no other sound.

A/N

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elle

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