No reviews yet, but i think some people are reading it. if your scared to leave the first comment don't be! I want to hear back from you guys so I can improve! Ok so this chapter is a lot shorter than the first ones but i can't write 4,000 words per chapter this story will be so long! Anyway, it's been awhile since i updated but i was waiting for a comment... but i was getting restless so i just had to upload another one! Please Please review! I want your negative and positive comments. Please, please, please...

Note: Ok so i am sure you guys understand that Jacob was the wolf that saved her from James? Right, Right? I hope so... SO she hasn't looked him in the eyes yet, which means he hasn't imprinted yet. (In my version you have to look them in the eyes to imprint) Just wanted to clarify that.

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2. Unnatural Warmth

I'd like to close my eyes, go numb

But there's a cold wind coming from

The top of the highest high-rise today.

It's not a breeze 'cause it blows hard.

Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know,

Watch the warmth blow away.

~ The Warmth; Incubus

A ruby red iris bore into my skull. Cold marble skin was pressed firmly against me. A perfect face, smooth granite like skin in a stunning snow white was framed with honey blonde hair secured with a ponytail, flew effortlessly down the back of my murderer. His mouth turned into a sickening smirk as I screamed and gasped for a lungful of cool air. Arctic cold hands wrapped forcefully around my delicate human neck, cutting off my oxygen supply and the highways of veins that supplied by head with blood.

I felt my neck snap under the ever-increasing pressure that the bloodthirsty vampire applied. The crimson blood curving from my wounds made the malicious creature throw his head back and cackle a wicked sound, and I felt my self dying under his control.

My eyes screamed horror as the whites rolled in. I hit the ground with a nauseating thud. Waves of terror flew through my body. I gasped and chocked as each lungful of air I breathed was filled with my own blood.

I felt myself crumble.

My body was done fighting, too tired to even try. I wished for darkness to come and the light of heaven to arrive. My heart rate slowed, and I welcomed death with a warm embrace.

The cold tongue of the vampire swept along my jaw line, lapping up the blood that poured from my wounds. Seconds before the darkness cloaked me, a piercing howl rung through the lush forest. Unnatural warm encased my body. I felt the cold of the vampire fade away as the warmth overtook me.

I struggled to open my eyes one last time, so my mind would not picture the beautiful, but vile vampire for the rest of eternity. Through the blood that covered my eyes a long black muzzle kissed me gently on the nose. The russet fur of the wolf clung to my soaking wet clothes as it stood over me. I smiled to the animal and let my mind drift back into the darkness.

"Bella," a hazy voice cooed, "Bella wake, up."

I struggled to release the darkness that clouded my brain. Was I dead? I thought.

The last thing I could remember was James standing over me, his firm hands, chilling my bones as he gripped my neck tighter.

I tried to release my hands from the icy embrace that chilled my entire body and left me immobile.

Oh no.

My heart rate quickened as I attempted to free myself from the icy grip of the vampire I believed still held me under his captive, to no avail. An annoying alarm sounded from across the room, panicked footsteps entered, and struggled with the annoying contraption.

"What's happening to her," a panicked voice called. Abnormally warm hands cupped my wrists as they shook my frail body back and forth.

I groaned inwardly. A hospital. What did I do know? Realization hit.

James.

I survived?

I tried to put the pieces together. There was no way I survived a vampire intact. Well, not intact, considering the fact that I was in a hospital, but I was alive.

My tired brain struggled to fit the pieces back together. I had seen something right before I was knocked unconscious from the blood loss my body endured.

Unnatural warmth.

That's all I could remember.

The warm hands that stroked the soft skin where the IV pumped a steady stream of cool fluid into my veins, felt abnormally warm against my skin.

Oh, no.

The alarm sounded once more.

I was wrong; I'm not in a hospital. I thought to myself, as the morphine clogged my brain, leaving me with a distorted view on reality. The warm hands abruptly left my wrists, the heat of the touch still lingering on my skin.

A slew of curses rang in my ears.

"It's all right Jacob," another voice chuckled, "she's just reacting to your touch. It's seems she has finally broken from the coma."

Jacob? What was he doing here? I hadn't spoken or heard from Jake since the tragic night at the movie theaters, almost 4 months ago. I kind of got the idea that we were no longer friends.

I had tried calling him but every time Billy would answer and say Jake was out with his friends. I knew he was upset about the whole Mike thing, but I didn't think it had anything to do with me.

"Bella," Billy breathed, an irritated edge to his usually friendly tone, "I am not going to tell you again."

"Please Billy," I tried to sound irritated too, but once again my voice betrayed me and I ended up sounding like a whiny little girl.

A sigh sounded on the other end of the line, "Look Bella, Jake…he told…me… you to stop calling. He doesn't want to hear from you."

My breath caught in my chest. The wound that Edward created when he left throbbed. My heart constricted as the part of my chest that had begun to heal split open under the pressure of Billy's cruel words. It felt like hours had passed. I held my chest together, desperately clinging to the edges of the cut, trying to pull them together.

It felt like I was choking.

Choking on the words Billy had said, desperate to not le them sink into my body. I sputtered and shook unable to form the jumbled words that tumbled out of my mouth.

"Goodbye Bella."

I stared at the phone in my hands, listening as the line clicked dead and the tone start signaling the end of the conversation and just possibly the end of my heart.

It was one thing for my boyfriend, my life to leave me, but then as hot sticky tears rained down my cheeks, I realized I had also lost my best friend.

That was the last time I called.

Dang! This chapter is short! Sorry, I will write about 2,000 word ones next time. Maybe in a few days will be the next chapter... Not sure!

~Missy EDITED