The Imprisoned Within

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! School's such a hassle, swearrr. And there's tons of drama going on, so I don't wanna go there. On the bright side, my mommy's birthday's coming up! On the 18th of this month and it's a surprise party. So I'm going to be busy learning my solo AND duet with my aunt… In front of the whole restaurant! Just thinking about it gives me the chills…

Pairings: CarlislexEsme, AlicexJasper and Rosalie's one-sided love. Will Edward and Bella ever be together? Dun Dun Dun! That's why I'm here… All will be revealed! =O

PS: In this story, Emmett Cullen does not yet appear… But I promise he will sooner or later.

Story So Far: Bella enters the ballet studio and is deep into James's trap. He bites her, deciding at the last moment to turn her into a vampire… Only on the condition of that she makes her own coven, and someday they will unite and take down the Cullens together. He leaves her alone; his final words convinced her that Edward has given up on her for good. And now she's unconscious, and all seems to be peaceful—for now. What kind of chaos occurs when she wakes up? And why didn't Edward save his beloved princess? Well, read on to find out!

Edward's POV

"Can't you go any faster?" I mumbled, irritation and discomfort filled my very being as more and more cars pulled to a stop. Rosalie shook her head, not bothering to even glance at her brother. Her golden-brown eyes stayed on the road, like a good citizen, and she had how many years to practice that. Why can't this time be an exception? I thought, rolling my eyes in annoyance. "Goodness Rose. Can't you ever learn to keep your thoughts to yourself?"

"Not my problem," She muttered, cutting yet another car in line. "Besides, can't you just block everything out? I hate when you do that."

"Oh, if only pigs can fly." I said sarcastically.

"Stop being such a baby." She sighed, her eyes still fixed on the road. Hurry up! She thought, those two words constantly appeared on her train of thought. I could tell that she couldn't even last another second with me. "We should've taken a plane…" she mumbled.

"Yeah, we should've." I said, finally agreeing with her for once.

"So tell me, why do I have to be apart in this?"

"She's important to our family."

"I never agreed to this, so shouldn't that count as something?"

"Well, the decision was already made to begin with."

"Says who?"

"Carlisle and Esme."

"Damn it!" I knew she hated that reminder. She began to cut the other cars, stepping on the gas pedal every ten seconds. "Oh boy, can this day get any better?" Finally in a matter of minutes, the bundle of cars began to break lose. However, Rosalie suddenly drifted off to the side of the road and pulled to a stop. She twisted and then pulled the key out, storming out of the car. I followed her, realizing why she had done this.

"No gas?" I grinned, watching as she kicked the car in frustration. She looked at me, shooting me a threatening death glare if I didn't shut up. She mouthed the words, you watch your mouth, and then proceeded to beat the car even more. I ignored her—like I usually did—and leaned my back against the back of the car. "Now what?"

And just like that, my questions were answered. The phone stuck in the back of Rosalie's jeans rang: it was Alice. I listened closely, and examined Rosalie as she picked it up and held it close to her ear. "Alice, thank goodness. We're—what? No… Are you serious? Of course not… because I was forced to, all right?!" she closed her eyes as she closed her phone, abruptly ending the conversation. She looked at me with the saddest eyes ever, almost like she was about to cry, if that was ever possible. "I'm so sorry, Edward."

And I immediately understood her. . .

We were too late to do anything.

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Bella's POV

I woke up screaming, alone in the darkness of the ballet studio. It was like being laid on a grill or even being dipped into such acids that ate you alive. It was for sure, more worse than any suntan I ever had in the whole seventeen or so years in my previous life. Goodness, to put it simply… It was something I would never want to endure ever again. Ever. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I could see a whole lot clearer. I could hear voices from the highways really, or maybe even beyond. I took a deep breath, and then realized what a bad idea that was. My throat quickly ached due to my increasing desire of blood. I began to wonder, how am I going to live like this?

I got up and stood in front of one of the mirrors surrounding me, I was looking eye to eye with the devil in disguise—me, myself, and I. The girl in the mirror looked straight at me with her crimson hues. She grinned evilly at me, satisfied at what she had become. I ran my fingers through my brown locks and stared down at my blood stained clothes. I looked back at the face in the mirror and I could see no trace of the little girl I once was… and never could be again.

Isabella Marie Swan has now officially disappeared from the face of this earth.

Then I looked at a post-it on the very corner of the mirror. I took it off the surface of the glass, and read it with such hope that there would be some explanation on who transformed me. It seemed like such an important memory, but it was too hazy to see anything from my past. I could remember a bronze-haired boy, golden-brown eyes, pale skin… something so distant in my memory, so far away, to a world where I couldn't reach it even if I tried.

But what did he mean to me, exactly? I didn't know. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there was a part of me—and I don't know how active or alive that part was—that was still human. As if I didn't need any of that. Why couldn't I just crush it all together with my very own hands? I wasn't that little girl anymore; I had everything I wanted now. All that was important to me now was the name on this letter: James. The pact I made to him, all in this very note, and I believed every part of it. I saw a flash of my memory, a blonde-haired guy with coal black eyes. Maybe he was my savior… I mean, it could be possible. Wasn't this note proof enough?

But then again, how would I know?

I looked at my newly transformed body, grinning in satisfaction once again at what I'd become. I was gorgeous, no matter how hideous my clothes looked. I brushed my fingertips against my face, and wow… My eyes were like the color of blood! The thought of that again, filled my throat with aching pain. I frowned, seeing a flaw in this transformation… Now that I think about it, am I really that satisfied? Now I felt like I was a part of someone's sick joke.

I felt like I was sinking deeper into a faraway land where the truth hides itself—

And if you couldn't find it, it'll never set you free.