K, I already wrote this story before, that's why I'm updating so much. I wasn't gonna post this til tomorrow, buuuuuuuut... I changed my mind(: Thankya again to all who reviewed/added this story to their Fav Story list! Means -sniff- a lot. Lmao, I love ya'll. Here's more. Fighting scene mwahaha. & guess who shows his gorgeous face? Hm… you're just gonna hafta find out there, kid. Here we go!:

When he bit me, I felt more fatigue than ever. I couldn't fight the agony that was approaching. I let it consume me. And that's the first time I screamed. Finally, as if I didn't need it before. The pain was so stingy. Yeah, I said stingy. It was extreme, and instead of the heat that I felt when I was transformed into a vampire, it was cold, and it felt like all my limbs were numb, numb but in pain. Ice cold knives plunging into my body. Oh, that's just peachy, another reason for not being able to fight. I was on my knees, head in my hands on the ground. I was yelling myself hoarse. This hurt hella more than becoming a vampire. It felt like the cold was compressing my body, and my back was aflame with the iciness. I couldn't breathe-even though a vamp doesn't need to breath-but it felt like I was when I was human, like I needed to breathe. My lungs were constricting, and tears were actually streaming from my eyes due to this freezing hell. He kicked my rib cage, and I heard a nasty snap as I tumbled over, my hands on my head, clinging to the last bit of sanity that I contained. Indeed, I did feel like I was going insane. It was a thousand times worse than the price of developing into a vamp. I screamed again, in agony, and I was horribly irritated that the fireworks that were going off were blocking my cries.

I peeked open an eye to look up at Logan, but what I saw made my eyes go wide. Logan had navy blue wings that looked almost velvety. They towered over him, blending with the sky.

"Do you like them?" Logan spoke. "Yes, you are almost one of us now, Isabella."

"Wha-" I mumbled, cringing in pain as the intensity of the bitter fire occupied on my back increased.

"What…are we?" He finished. He grinned devilishly. "Demons."

He came to pick me up, but I put up a fight. I was through with being taken advantage of. People controlling my life, and sending my emotions off the hook. I growled at him, and bared my fangs, my heart pounding adrenaline in my chest. Oh jeez… I had actual fangs now. Vampire's fangs blended in with their normal teeth, but no, I had actual pointy fangs. Lovely. I ran my tongue over the sharp teeth, and gasped. I certainly did have fangs. I glared at Logan, with so much hatred, more hatred than I thought I contained. If looks could kill…

But with that, he just bit into my neck once more. I didn't give up though. I wanted this man…vampire…demon, whatever!… dead, and whenever I wanted someone dead, that's usually how they ended up. What can I say? I'm a little fighter now.

I managed to wriggle out of his grip, and I sat up, slightly delirious. It felt like a hundred times worse powered hangover. I stood up fiercely glaring at him, baring my fangs and hissing at 

him, daring him to come forward. The pain in my back protested, telling me I couldn't fight at all, but I ignored it. He came lunging at me, and I dodged him, grabbing his leg and flinging him onto the cement. I cried out with the pain, but continued to ignore it, pulling Logan up by the scruff of his shirt, and ramming him against the nearest wall, dust crumble from the bricks onto his head.

My focus was going in and out, and he smirked, sensing my strength diminishing. But no way in hell was I giving up. I pummeled him into the bricks with all my strength. That's when a pain like none other shot through my back, slicing my back open. I turned to look as black, black wings shot out of my back, enveloping me. This was so not cool.

I turned towards him again, trying to ignore the pain, but failing miserably. My teeth were clenched, and I was about to finish him off for good, when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a person. Oh shit, I thought. Now, I'd have to kill him too. Poor pitiful human. Had no idea what he was experiencing. Probably thought he was going crazy. I yelled in pain again as my wings grew a little bigger. They were as big as Logan's now, but mine were pitch-black.

I was about to take a full look at the dark silhouette about ten feet away from me to see who it was, but unexpectedly, Logan reached out to grab my arm with his free hand, and I gasped. He flipped me over, and I fell, landing on my wings, giving a small moan. I was so close. I had to get up.

And somehow, incredulously, I did. Logan snarled at me yet again, his wings still out. Mine were too, but mine were as black as the night so they were hard to distinguish. I balled my fist up. He did as well. I completely ignored the person staring at us, now only a few yards away.

"Give up already, Isabella. You can't fight anymore. Give UP!" he produced more fatigue into me, and I grabbed my head, hunching over in pain. But I was still snarling.

I felt so much anger towards Logan. No one had ever been this close to beating me, and I was NOT going to let that happen. I was the most powerful, he even said, and I was going to keep that title, even though I never known about it before. I waited patiently for him to make the first move as we circled each other, arms outstretched, waiting. My indigo eyes burned with fury, as I glared at him, snarling. None of my fights prior to this had even been this intense. Then again, I've never met Logan before. I was ready to strike, but that's when I heard it.

"Bella."

I froze. So familiar. It pained me to hear it, so velvety, so… anguished? I turned to look, and saw… unbelievable. This cannot be happening right now. My hands de-tensed as I grimaced at his expression. It was so agonizing. I knew it. He was finally suffering. Finally. After all these years of making me suffer, he was suffering as well. But his eyes were too painful to stay pleased for too long. How could I take joy in that?



Logan took my sudden vulnerability as an advantage. He lunged forward, making me fly into the brick wall behind me. My head slammed back into the hard surface, but before he could get away, I grabbed his arm, and flung him to the other side of the street, causing him to hit the lamp pole with a horribly loud clash. Thank god for those fireworks, that were loud enough to conceal all the clamor.

But before I could rest, and take in that Edward was actually within twenty feet of me, Logan came charging at me, grabbing my hair, and dragging me to the ground. I cried out, and he pulled me back up with my wrist and threw a punch in my already broken ribs. We all heard a sickening crack as all the ribs on that side busted and broke into pieces, and Logan smiled wickedly. The air was knocked out of me with a whoosh, and all my strength that I had had blew out with it. I couldn't do it anymore. It was too much. I had pushed myself and pushed myself, but it just wasn't enough.

That's when I heard… a snarl, so deafening and malicious that I winced, my side screaming with protest as I did. Even with the slightest movement, my whole left side ached with so much pain I would've screamed if I could. But it was too hard. I managed a long moan, and then I held my breath to stop the pain, but I couldn't keep it from coming. My dress was ripped a little on that side, and deep black liquid was flowing freely. Oh shit, what my luck. Demons could bleed. And, it was black. Ugh, that's a little sick.

I heard the snarl turn into a roar so fearful, even I became a tad bit frightened. But I was able to match the snarl with the most fearsome face of my ex-lover. I could do nothing but squirm on the ground, totally vulnerable, something I was definitely not used to. Lifting my head up about a half an inch I saw Edward and Logan fighting. Okay, it wasn't really a fight. Edward was punching Logan to a black pulp. I felt like I was going to be sick.

But then there was silence. Pain shot through my ribs again, and I cried out, cringing from the pain. I couldn't take it. The last thing I felt before falling into blackness, were cold white hands ever so gently picking me up, and cradling me to a stone chest, pulling my head gingerly towards him, and whispering sweet words into my ear. Then a light breeze whistled past my ears, and I could tell we were running. That's when I gave into the darkness.

Hah! Weren't expecting that were ya?? That's what I thought hehe. Pretty extreme, I know. Edward ttly owned Mr. Sexy Smiles. Tell me what you thought(: more reviews please & thankya.