Yes! Chapter 2! Hope you readers enjoy!
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The effect was immediate. I did a quiet inhale of breath as Edward, as delicately as possible, bit into my neck. I knew that he was trying to put me through as little pain as possible, but that hardly mattered, I knew. Pain was pain.
Now I was gasping. I heard Edward himself gasp as he pulled away from my blood, my particular type of blood that called him back in a sweet serene call like no one else's. But I new he would never head that call. I watched him back away…too far away. I grabbed his hand and reeled him back in.
"Stay…..with…..me…." I managed to huff out before the pain really shook me.
"Bella, of course. Never, never will I leave your side," Edward's velvet voice crooned. His cold hands grasped mine in an iron lock when I started screaming.
The burning was spreading. It started where the holes were punctured in my neck and it grew. I was on fire! My skin will surely turn to ash and the muscles beneath! I was falling, being ripped to pieces as I went. The fire had nearly encompassed my whole body now. It was moving slow—torturing-ly slow. I thrashed and twisted on the bed but Edward's iron lock on my hand held fast and did not slacken. So this is what it felt like to be re-molded into something new, I thought somewhere behind all the pain.
This agony! This horrible agony! Another fit of screams issued from my lips. Wave after wave of throbbing pain pulsed through my body. My insides where moving as though they were trying to burst out of my chest! I cried, I begged for mercy. But the fire kept growing! Stop the fire! It burns! Hot and cold! It's both hot and cold! The conflict between the fire of life that burned in my chest is being extinguished by the fire of ice, the burning of ice creeping all over my body. Incoherent words and phrases came babbling through my mouth but I paid no mind to what I was saying.
I managed to open and eye. Edward was talking to me. His beautiful face molded into one of extreme concern and pain. His lips were moving. I could not hear. But seeing his face so close to mine momentarily took some of the pain away. This was for him. This was for us. It was happening now, I thought behind the pain, we will soon be together forever.
Another wave of pain and I was submerged in my own agony once more.
Images came swirling within my head. Pictures of Edward, pictures of Renee, pictures of Charlie, pictures of Jacob, and some other random pictures to—old memories, old thoughts came rushing back, as though some internal door was opened, everything I wanted to forget and get away from came rushing through me once more.
I was three, skipping over the rocky terrain through Phoenix when my shoelace caught on the edge of a rock and I tumbled down a small slope. I had scraped my entire leg and sobbed over the injury, rendered unable to get up and return home. It was hours before some one heard my cries and brought me home.
The pain resurfaced on my leg and I screamed in horror. My memories were bringing back mental and physical pain!
I was eleven, sitting in the middle of a cafeteria at my old school by myself. All the other kids were laughing and having so much fun being together. But I was overlooked. I was alone. And it hurt.
My childhood troubles resurfaced in my chest and I gasped and sobbed. No, I thought, it's not like that. Not anymore. But a new line of memories flooded over me.
I was seventeen, saying goodbye to Renee, about to get on the plane that would take me to Forks, away from my mother, away from my best friend.
That separation had always hurt. It took large amounts of strength and resolve to do it. But it was for the best, even if it hurt me.
I was seventeen again, at my old dancing studio, staring at the sadistic vampire James in the eyes. Those hungry red eyes that thirsted for my blood trailed my desperate movement for the door. I was slammed into the glass wall and broke my leg and some ribs. But most of all, the thought that I would never see Edward again throbbed through my mind.
"NO!" I gasped. I knew where these memories were headed and I knew that if it came up, I didn't know if I could stand it. That was one pain I did not think I could endure, not if I had to relive it. Please, I begged to myself, please no. But it came. It mercilessly came.
I was eighteen, standing in the woods watching Edward tell me he was leaving, he didn't love me and he will not be back. Then he left, ran through the trees, leaving behind a trail of wind I tried to follow. But I knew, it was over, he was gone, and I was once again alone.
The scream that came from my lips after reliving this moment were so full of passionate agony that they exceeded the previous doses of pain ten fold. Edward, startled by the crucial difference in my thrashing, pulled me up against his body, wrapped an iron grip around my arms and middle, and sat there with me, meaning to see me through my pain.
I sobbed and screamed and thrashed. Why?, I thought to myself, Why? I was ripped to pieces, in that instant, I was no longer whole, I lost a part of my soul, my being, and I writhed and squirmed in Edward's arms not realizing where I was.
Why is it, that you would go through so much pain? Somewhere in me asked. What is it you seek that you would go through all of this pain to receive it? What do you believe you shall gain that will transcend all of this?
Love, I thought to myself desperately, eternity with my love.
The other part of my seemed to make an approving gesture, A worthy trade. The vivacity of these memories shall stay, for you to make an eternity-long life with one you so desire to be with.
In the back of my mind I remembered Edward saying, "There was no distractions from the…the agony."
This must be what he meant. Vampires…they do not forget. And the particular life of a vampire I choose to make will be all the harder. Denying the part of me that will naturally want to feed on human blood will be the greatest challenge. But it will all be worth it.
Somewhere in me I felt an inquiring feeling, You would deny this part of your new 'life'?
Another flash of Edward saying something, "I don't want to be a monster…"
Then why do you willingly subject yourself to this? Somewhere in me inquired once more.
Love, I answered again, because of him. It's all for him. And me. And eternity.
Somewhere in me laughed, you're a strange little thing. And essentially good-willed. Somewhere inside me turned sad, I do not think you are best suited for this 'life'.
I can handle anything, I thought confidently, and no one, no one, can keep me from him. Be damned to anyone else who thinks otherwise.
A strange choice of words, somewhere in me chuckled approvingly, you are strong. Strange but strong. I do believe you will make it.
I screamed again as the pain resurfaced in that instant. One hour had passed and it was far from over.
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