AN: I'm hoping this will be more quickly updated than before, as you can see, it basically is because this was already written. Here's Ryan's transformation.

For those who haven't read Twilight, GASP. The transformation into a vampire is about three days and beyond painful. Their "venom" burns through the veins of the victim causing them excruciating pain and suffering. I don't feel like I'm conveying it properly and this chapter bothers me.

Disclaimer: Don't own either. But a cardboard standup of Edward Cullen would be nice. Seriously! They are selling those!

I'm absolutely positive I'm dead. There's no doubt, at least, there can't be. I never though I was a horrible person, but did I really deserve going to Hell?

I can't feel anything else but excruciating pain all throughout my body. With each thump of my heart (perhaps I wasn't really dead) , a new wave of fire shot through my body radiating from my chest and searing in my veins.

Time was non existent. My surroundings were absent.

The fire. There were invisible flames licking each part of my body and enveloping me in a constant torture that refused to let up. My thoughts are even beginning to singe as what I hope isn't the fires of Hell work their way further into every organ in my body.

I can't concentrate.

I have no control.

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Every part of my body now moved involuntarily. I am completely unaware of what I'm doing, but I do know that I'm writhing and convulsing against the new wave of uncontrollable wildfire consuming my body.

Consuming is an understatement.

How about controlling?

Dominating?

Killing.

I've been silent for more than I can bear and now an agonizing screech erupts from my mouth.

Someone is here. They have to be. I can hear the breathing and his hushed whisper on what may be a—

More fire. More burning. More than I can handle.

I can hear that ear splitting scream again. How is that me?

Oh right, I'm being burnt alive.

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Another shot of burning electricity in my veins.

Another yell.

How long have I been here contorting into any position thinkable to reduce the pain of the flames?

Too long. Hours? Days? Months even? Peachy.

I want the tears to flow, but they refuse. My yells have been twisted into a fearful screech and a mix of dry sobs.

Make it stop God. Make it stop.

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My finger tips are beginning to tingle, not with fire, but with an odd cooling sensation. The feeling is spreading to my toes.

The most outer parts of my body.

My legs and arms.

Its all concentrating and shooting towards my chest now.

There's a tremendous pressure in my chest now as if all of the pain I've experinced has built up on itself.

My heart beat is growing. Louder. Stronger. Painful. The feeling is unbearable now and I think if my heart moves any harder it will go right through my chest and onto the floor.

It's collapsing on itself. One thump. Two thumps. Three. The movement is gone.

My lungs explode in a new fit of pain as if some one has beaten me repeatedly on the chest with a cement baseball bat.

I can feel myself cry out underneath the enormous pressure that has gone off like a bomb.

And like that, all of the pain that has made my body my own personal Hell was gone.

For the first time in what seems like eternity I opened my eyes. Everything, including my vision, was completely foreign. The hotel room (I'm only guessing that's where I am) was composed of colors I had never seen before. Sounds of cars rushing by filled my ears and I sat up carefully not knowing what to expect.

The blinds of the windows were shut tightly and the door was locked, dead bolt and all. A new voice, much different than my own , rang through my mind and I shot up, leaping and growling like a wild cat.

What was that? My limbs moved without complaint and I landed gracefully back on the bed in a crouch. What the hell was that?

"Please, I won't hurt you," The tortured musical voice started, "I'm Edward, Edward Cullen. You need to sit back down. We have a lot to discuss. Are you okay?"

I relaxed from my awkward position and sat on the edge of the bed. As I opened my mouth to answer, I took a deep, what seemed like unnecessary, breath and a new scent consumed my senses.

Thousands of hearts beating.

Blood rushing through their veins.

The back of my throat ached in thirst and a hunger like never before overcame me. Something inside me roared in approval at this new smell. Quenching my parched throat became my one and only goal.

Flying to the door at an inhuman pace, I rushed to try and unlock it. A pair of cold hands wrapped around each of my arms, yanked me away from the door, and threw me onto the floor. Half crazed, I was able to focus on a tall, lanky teenager who now stood protectively in front of the door. He was ungoshly pale with reddish brown hair that was messily set in a state of disarray as if he had run his hands through it one time too many. His eyes were a shade of gold with a hint of black beginning to creep out of the irises.

I began to regain my sanity and I focused more closely on his expression that I couldn't read. What had I just tried to do? A state of panic began to come over me and I threw my head into my hands.

In a voice that should have been much to low for me to hear, I could hear him mutter.

"Oh my God."

Second chapter done. Once more, I am extremely sorry for the shortness of these updates. I'm taking more time on the next update because a lot of it will be Edward's explanation to Ryan. So bear with me and review. I am liking this much more that the old version of this story.