Awakening
Prologue"Bella? Sweetie, are you awake?" The voice that roused me from sleep sounded heartbroken; so inexplicably sad that it tore me apart. I felt drops of water slowly and softly kiss my face. My eyes fluttered open painfully. The voice sighed in apparent relief. "Bella."
"Mom?" I murmured incredulously, squinting into the bright lights. Where was Edward? Where was Charlie? Why was it so unbelievably bright? And what was my mother doing in Forks? I looked up at her loving face as she choked back tears.
"Phil! She's awake!" Her face turned back to me. Wait a second…Phil? "Oh Bella, I'm so sorry! I'll never send you off again!"
My lips fumbled, trying to form words the words I searched for. My "What happened?" eventually turned out to be "Wha-ha-puh-duh?" I blinked in confusion. "Why are you in Forks?"
She bit her lip, as if hesitating to tell me a piece of information that she'd regret later on. "Hon, you never…" I watched as she visibly struggled to manage the words. "you never went to Forks."
"Wha?" My eyes widened in fear as she gently brushed a strand from my face.
"You've been here, in the hospital…" She drew in a breath, on the verge of tears again. "You were in a coma for four months, sweetheart." Those final words changed my world into the hell that was always haunting me in my sleep.
Sorry it's so short, and probably disappointing. It'll get better. I solemnly swear from here on out that we shall hear from Edward-when the time comes, that is. And please, don't be too harsh, because it is my first fan fic and it will get better. I promise.
Chapter One"How is she?"
"I don't know."
"I think it's over."
"What if it isn't?"
"Is she awake yet?"
"Hold on a sec, you can't just…"
"This is no time to get angry."
"Tell that to…"
"Shh! Everyone! She's moving!"
A multitude of voices surrounded, slowly bringing me back to the present. I could feel them growing closer and closer, louder and louder with each passing second. Along with my slow rise to consciousness, came pain. It was weak at first, a mere tingling that soon burst into flames and spread through my body like wild fire. This was it; this was the way I died. What would heaven be like? Or would I not go there, would I go to hell instead?
Then, the pain ceased as quickly as it had bloomed. I drew in a breath, and my eyes fluttered open. The scene I had been expecting had been back home in Phoenix, in my bedroom. I was, however, dreadfully wrong.
"Are you all right?" I looked dumbfounded at the faces before me; hardly anything was familiar. I was in a grey room, laying on a mattress that was stuffed in the corner. A man, in his mid-twenties, crouched before me, his auburn eyes looking at me inquisitively. He had dark brown hair that spiked near the front, contrasting visibly with the walls of the room. His unblemished and sculpted face was one of the only thing that looked familiar to me. Eight others, all with the same brown eyes and familiar faces, stood in the background. They had been, no doubt, the voices that rang in my head.
"This is a strange hell I've awoken too." I said calmly, sure that I was dead. The man tugged on a painful smile.
"You'll get used to it. We all do." He shrugged, his massive shoulders moving up and then down. "After all, you do have an…eternity."
"Eternity…" I mused the word aloud. The man flinched, almost as if I had struck him.
"Miss, I'm sorry if this frightens you, but you are no longer…human." He hesitated slightly. "You're like us; you're a vampire." As he carried this information to me, a sudden ecstasy filled my body. The abrupt rush of euphoria brought back my memory of the Cullens. Now, I was just like Edward! I was a vampire and so was he! Edward, the love of my life, who was really just a creation of my imagination. Aloud I groaned, knowing that I was probably still in my coma, given the fact that I've had this type of dream before.
"Please tell me I'm not in a coma." I moaned, unwilling to hear the truth. The man raised his eyebrows in question to me.
"You're not." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Miss, if you are angry at us for changing you into this monster, please feel free to roam after we educate you. If not- and I cannot imagine how you cannot be afraid of what you are- then you are welcomed to stay with our coven."
I looked at him in disbelief and sat up. "Are you sure I'm not in a coma? Are you sure this isn't a dream?" He nodded slowly, probably wondering if I was insane or not. "Well, I'll stay."
The faces of the members of the coven that had changed me immediately brightened. The leader, who was obviously the one crouched in front of me, took my hand and led me into a different room. "Miss, I would like you to tell me something."
I nodded enthusiastically as he sat me on a couch and flipped the television to a news station. A picture of me flashed by with the headlines, 'Teen girl died in mysterious car accident'. As I listened to the reporter, a blond haired woman by the name of Sue, the leader nodded towards the picture. "Miss, is that you?"
I felt a cold drift fall over me. I pushed the face out of my mind, for it was no longer mine. It was that of Isabella Swan, an eighteen year old girl with a vampire boyfriend. I was no longer Isabella. "Was." I amended. "Isabella Swan does no longer exist."
Okay, sorry if this was too long. I got a bit carried away. I told you it would get better, at least I hope it is now.