Woo! Next chapter! Fast update, huh? I just wanted to make you reviewers happy. I was shocked, stories go off the front page so fast in the Twilight section! I only got a few pageviews, so I was excited about how many reviews I got.
All right, so here it is. Longer than the last one, and a bit of a transitory one, but I promise it's going to get interesting.
I'm in darkness. There's no light, I can't even see my hand when it is an inch away from my face. So cold, I'm so cold.
I rub my arms and start to walk. Need to get somewhere, anywhere, just not here. Not where I am right now, all alone in this nothingness.
A light emerges from the darkness. Edward, it's Edward in all of his chilling glory. Running toward him, I stretch my arms desperately trying to reach for him.
But, no matter how fast I run I never get any closer to him. In fact, he is slowly moving further and further away from me. "Edward!" I cry out, trying to get his attention. He turns toward me and scowls. His face is twisted into a cruel snarl; I've never seen such a hateful expression directed toward me.
"Look at yourself, Bella, I have no need of you now."
He disappears, sucked into a vacuum, and I fall to the ground. The floor turns to liquid below me, and my own face is reflected in the rippling waves. Horrified, I touch my cheek with the tips of my fingers. My eyes, glowing red, glare back at me. My skin is all pale, and there are tell tale circles under my eyes. The image, the vampire me, bares her fangs and laughs loudly. Cringing, I tear my gaze away, horrified by the sight.
I'm no longer floating. Sinking, I'm sinking into the abyss, sinking into what is reflected there. I try to call out once again, but water fills my mouth. Gurgling, sputtering, the water engulfs my head and I vanish completely.
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"No!"
I wake up to my own scream. Ah, the sunlight burns. My eyes close of their own volition, and my head drops into my lap.
"It was a dream" I say aloud, "All of it was only a dream"
Looking up, I fully expect to be in my own bedroom, to see Edward sitting in the chair across from the bed, watching me sleep. However, as my burning eyes adjust to the light I realize that this room is definitely one I have never been in before. Luscious red curtains hang from a large, balcony window where Edward should be. The bed I am laying in is a four poster masterpiece, twisting mahogany poles holding up a gauzy lace veil, and my sheets are black, velvety soft.
Unsteadily, I push the covers off and stand up, racking my brains.
Why am I here? How did this happen…
Then it all comes back to me, like a flash flood.
Edward left…the forest and the vampire…I…I was bitten!
Blood turning cold, I run across the room to an imposing vanity, with an ornate, gold mirror. My own reflection stares back at me. Okay, so I look a little paler than usual, and my lips are trembling but my eyes, they haven't changed. I run my fingers across my cheek, just like in the dream.
Do your eyes turn right when you become a vampire? I'm not sure, I never asked Edward about that before. Maybe they don't change until you first drink blood, then they turn scarlet or gold, depending on exactly what… type of blood you drink.
I redirect my focus to the mirror. There are bags under my eyes, but it seems like they haven't taken on a purplish, bruised color, like every vampire I have seen. Also, now that I think about it, besides feeling a little nauseous, tired, and sad, I don't feel any different from usual. If I was really a newborn vampire, I would definitely be crazy with blood lust right now, or whatever you call it.
I sink into a plush armchair, sighing with relief. Sure, I had wanted to be "turned" to be with Edward, but not this way. Plus, Edward is sick of me anyways, he'd just be angry if I became immortal and tried to spend the rest of my life with him.
The room is so fancy that it makes me nervous. Everything's trimmed in gold, beautiful Renaissance era paintings decorate the walls, and a large sculpture of a Greek goddess (Aphrodite, I believe) stands by the doorway, hooded eyes downcast. It's an antique, sterile room and in my soiled jeans and t-shirt (my jacket has somehow disappeared) I feel out of place. How the heck did this happen? One second I was in a moldy Forks' forest, then the next I'm in chambers that are fit for a queen.
The man…the vampire, I'm sure he wasn't a dream. He must have brought me here.
I try the doorknob, but no such luck. Whoever left me in here, definitely wants me to remain in this room. Next, I move on to the tall, arched windows, which (surprisingly) are unlocked, and step out onto the balcony.
My breath escapes me. An incredible expanse of worn, sand colored stone separates my little window from the ground. I must be in a tower, the top of a spire, since even the main part of the castle (because that's what it must be) seems to be very far away. Below, grassy hills unfold into the horizon, dotted sporadically with darks clumps of trees. The castle is plopped right into the middle of one of those clomps, surrounding on all sides by a dense forest. There's no town, no buildings anywhere all I can assume (and hope) is that there's a town beyond one of the hills, just out of my line of sight.
Leaning over, I dejectedly rest my head on the wooden railing. So high… I would never have even imagined I would end up in this kind of situation. Seriously, the only time you everexpect to be trapped in the highest tower of a castle is when you are a little kid. But then, in that little fantasy you are usually always some beautiful princess, who is saved by her "Prince Charming".
I sigh. For a split second, I envision myself climbing on top of the railing, then leaping over the edge. Falling, Falling, Falling then collapsing in heap onto the ground, all broken and spread eagled. Yet, as instantly as this thought occurs to me, I banish it. While, it feels like the end of the world (with the abandonment of the light of my life and the inevitable disaster that's obviously waiting), it would be too selfish to kill myself. Charlie, Renee, they would be devastated.
"Oh!" I say aloud, stomach dropping. I had almost forgotten about them. They must be sick with worry right now. I wonder how long I've been missing. Most likely only a day, I couldn't have slept that long.
I straighten up, and begin to head back inside. So many questions and no answers. I know I should look harder, find a way to break through that door, make a ladder out of sheets or something, but all I feel like doing is crying. Edward's words keep echoing in my head.
"I don't want you to come with me."
I fall onto the bed, and wrap the thick blanket around my body, creating a warm, safe cocoon of fabric. In a minute I'll look around more, but right now, I'm just so tired. I need to sleep, and escape for the thoughts that are plaguing me, the face that is haunting me.
As I drift off once again, I utter one prayer, one hopeless plea.
"Edward… Please come for me."
Next chapter we meet the vampire who attacked Bella! How was she not turned into a vampire? What does he want with her? And will Edward ever come to help her?
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