Disclaimer- I don't own anything, that all belongs to Stephenie Meyer...*sigh*
Bella's POV
30 years after supposed 'death'
"Good! Again." James exclaimed with a pause before ordering me forth once more. Pushing yet another into the ring. Nothing more than another newborn that had outlived its purpose is what I had been taught to believe. What I had begun to believe as killing became more regular, less challenging for me. "Combination 12-14." He ordered. Standing at the large entrance gates of the arena to ensure the human had no chance of escape except death by my hands. The death was quick and harsh. Three quick slashed across the wrist, neck, and torso. A combination that had been the first of any that I had perfected in this new life. Given to me by James. The man, that at one point in a life that I barely remembered, was my worst fear. I am told that someday, I will try this combination on an actual adult vampire. One that I had known. Apparently.
The image of a bronze haired boy comes back to me a this moment. The moments after the kill. The image of him kissing me goodbye just outside a car door. I had no idea of whom this boy was. All I remember? That at the end of my human life, I loved him more than anything on this earth. If only I could remember his name. Were the thoughts that crowded my mind as James approached.
I sighed, turning to face him as he stood motionlessly in front of me. "It will not be long now Bella. You have done everything that you need to do to prepare yourself for the battles that await you against beings of our own kind. They will be approaching our grounds soon. A family of seven. I want you to do nothing with six out of these seven." James whispered quickly. The image that his mind sent me was of the bronze haired boy from my own thoughts not long before this.
"How long do I have to prepare?" I asked in an almost hesitant tone
James looked thoughtful for but a moment. "You have until dawn tomorrow morning before we meet those that you will be against, nothing to fear dearest, you will easily come out victorious. It's inly one stupid, little boy." He whispered. Twinkling his fingers under my chin teasingly. I hadn't time to rip my chin from his grasp before he was gone.
I sat slowly on the shaky, plastic chair that was usually his station in the room. Eying the human that had been foolish enough to stay throughout the entire conversation between his two executioners. Why let fresh blood go to such waste? I thought to my self, allowing from my legs to carry me over to where the human stood, many of my movements at the time involuntary. Again, the death of the human was quick, and almost painless, as I drained him of blood quickly, allowing my mind to wander for only a few heavenly seconds. Allow yourseslf what rest you need tonight, tomorrow you will meet your biggest challenge yet... A voice in the back of my mind whispered, as I glanced out the window, and then at the clock, 2AM, only a matter hours left.
A/N
I'm sorry about my updating sooner, this story has been a bit of a challenge for me, and I have an incredible case of writer's block. It took me about two hours just to write this short little chapter( I apoloigse for the length as well, another factor that comes along with writer's block)!
Anyway, Reviews make me smile, and if anyone had any suggestions for my story, PLEASE don't hesitate to voice them.