Unknown POV:
Her chest tightened, desperately searching for the air that would not come. The whites of her eyes were speckled with ruby from broken blood vessels caused by the pressure of her soundless screams. Blurs of a blazing mane and pale skin were all she could make out as her eyes began to glaze over, distorting her vision.
She could feel the roughness of her flannel blanket against her limbs as she wiggled around franticly, begging for some kind of miracle to free her from this demon's grasp.
A low, humorless chuckle echoed its way through her ear.
"Poor little swan, all alone without a prince to save the day."
Thumb nails began to dig into her windpipe, blood slowly seeping out. Tears began to pull in her eyes but she refused to scream.
"Such a stubborn little bitch, I'll make you scream."
Hands, released her neck, were instantly replaced with fangs digging further and further into her flesh. The newly idle hands made their way to her chest and, with force greater than any man, pushed down, crushing her ribs.
Her screamed, animalistic, rang out into the blackened night.
I sat up in bed, clenching my comforter to my sweaty and panting body.
"Bella."
Author's note: Anyone who can guess this person's relation to Bella or any of the members of Twilight will have their name or choose another name to be the main characters. This person, although the main focal point of this story, will not be mentioned again until character 3 or 4, so you have time to guess.
Also, until further notice, the story will be set as an Edward/Bella pairing. This will change as the story progresses.
Twilight is owned by Stephenie Meyer, which has not and never will be my identity. My publication of this story will not be profited on by me. This story is not meant to intrude on Mrs. Meyer's ownership to Twilight and should not be looked upon to judge the Twilight series.