I opened my eyes feeling the glare from the TV reflecting off my pupils, I squinted for a second letting them adjust. The lights had been turned off sometime during my sleep and it comforted me figuring it was Carlisle checking in on me, he was the closest thing I had to Edward right now. I squirmed under my sheets feeling sticky from the sweat my body refused to quit on.

I pulled back the sheets stretching my arms out best I could without hurting my weak muscles, I noticed the window was still open from Jacob's exist and it was starting to annoy me as the wind rustled the papers on the table besides my bed, although I was hot I wouldn't be able to fall asleep with that sound. I moved my feet around under the covers trying to wake them up, It felt like I hadn't moved in days although in reality I had just gone to the bathroom before bed. I looked over to the nightstand the bright red lights telling me the time, it was only three thirty in the morning and I felt awake. I braced myself for the queasiness as I slowly pushed me feet off the side of the bed, my stomach growled ferociously reminding me I hadn't eaten all day, mostly because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold it down. I pushed off my bed using the IV poll for support like I had earlier, the icy feeling of the metal comforted me and as I made my way towards the window I imagined it as Edward's hand wrapped around mine.

I smelt the all too familiar scent of pine as I looked out into the darkness, inviting the breeze that shifted my hair behind my shoulders. My hands held on to the window sill as I stuck my head out a little trying to cool myself down. I felt the sweat start to disappear as I inhaled deep breaths trying to get as much fresh air in my stuffy lungs as possible. The trees swayed along with the wind and I started to cough as the smell got to me making me feel dizzy, not wanting to risk another fainting spell I pulled away closing the window shut with all my strength, which wasn't enough because I left it open a crack figuring I needed to breath fresh air tonight, stale hospital air probably just made you sicker.

I made my way back to my bed, the room making me feel like I was on a merry-go-round spun slightly screwing up my walking. I stumbled to my bed collapsing once my hands met the mattress. I used my arms to pull the rest of me up and once settled I ripped the sheets over my head shivering violently. I could feel my body slowly losing the battle which depressed me because it meant I would have to spend a few extra days in here if I didn't show improvement.

I always hated being sick, lucky for me Charlie and I seemed to inherit the same immune system, the one that keeps you healthy all year around but on occasions when your white blood cells can't fight like they usually do the sickness usually hit you headstrong. I remember once on one of my summer trips to Forks, I stayed inside for a whole entire week doing absolutely nothing because Charlie had come down with the flu. It was horribly boring and I was seriously considering sending myself home, but not wanting to hurt Charlie's feelings I stuck it out and pretty soon he was back on his feet again and we were back on the fishing boat, which made me wish he was still sick.

I sighed, my warm breath hitting me back in the face, I almost gagged at the smell than blushed from embarrassment knowing Edward and the rest of them had to put up with my un-kept self. I groaned as I turned redder, I hadn't looked at my expression at all since I've been here. When I went in to the bathroom I usually tried to ignore the mirror knowing my reflection would probably just make me sicker.

My bladder started to get all cramp as I held my 'business' in, I placed my hands on the edge of the sheets ready to pull them back over my head so I could relive myself.

That's when I heard it, the creaking sound the window made when being opened. I froze in pure fear keeping completely still trying to hear another sound; I felt like I was 7 years old again, when I would try to get to sleep at night and suddenly hear an odd sound outside. I would throw my comforter over my head whishing for it to disappear and the sounds did eventually, this time however I wasn't so lucky. My mind started to churn, and to comfort myself I came up with reasonable possibilities, maybe the wind was stronger than I thought? No, that idea was completely ridiculous and I put it to rest right off the bat. I heard nothing else after that, in the silence I contemplated on who it could be, not Jacob because he was too heavy footed when he walked, my heart beat anxiously as I thought of the possibility of being Edward coming home early, sneaking in as to not wake me. I started to smile to myself, my stomach twisted in knots and I tried to calm down, all thoughts of bathroom business were gone all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and hug him tightly, feel his touch, his lips on mine. I started to squeal inside, my savior has returned and I wanted my welcome back kiss.

I pulled back the covers trying to contain my smile as to not give away my excitement. Lucky for me it wasn't hard to keep the smile at bay; actually it felt like the smile left my face completely.

"Hello" the unfamiliar voice said with a wide grin set on his thin lips, I gulped down in my dry mouth as the thin man stepped closer to my bed.

"Who are you?" I gasped as I tried to collect my thoughts which had spilled all on the floor, his smile got wider (if that was even possible) as he ran a skinny finger along my bed spread. He looked weak and exhausted as he stared down at me amusingly

"Well sweetie, why I'm your worse nightmare"

I sever chill ran down my spin touching all the way to my feet giving them pins and needles. My eyes followed every movement the thin man made as he picked up my clipboard reading off my information aloud

"Bella Swan, 18, Forks resident, Hmmm…" he said interested as he tossed it down at the end of my bed.

"I was just passing by when I came across this hospital; you know I always love visiting places like this. People lost and forgotten as they wither away…" he scratched his chin going on like we were old friends just making conversation, I didn't answer. My tongue seemed tide in a knot as I tried to breathe evenly, the way the light for the TV hit his skin I knew what he was. He might have looked handsome and young to any human eye but to my 'adjusted' eyes I knew, he was Edward's kind.

"You know sometimes weaker blood tastes the sweetest" he licked his lips slowly as he stared down at me; his voice was rough when he spoke, nowhere near Edward's velvet voice.

I felt the bed shift under his weight as he sat himself down next to my waist, my eyes darted to the emergency button sitting next to my head, just one push and I would be okay.

"…And yours tastes divine" he spoke again making me jump a little, he looked me up and down for a split second and I took in a breath preparing myself to scream, he was what he was doing and without allowing me to blink he shot his hand over my mouth, running his nose down my cheek stopping at my throat I began to cry

"Don't make a sound" he hissed as I heard a nurse pass, her voice muffled by the thick door. He pulled away looking at me before taking his hand off my mouth, the tears started to make my hair stick to my neck and I felt sweaty all over again, I knew what he was planning, this wasn't exactly the first time I had attracted a vampire with my blood.

He turned around from me distracted by something outside but I couldn't hear anything, his voice came out in quick hums too low for my ears and I knew he wasn't alone. I made a split decision then and in what looked like slow motion my shaking hand reached for the emergency button, my fingertips brushed the plastic cap, just one little push and I would be alright.

I bit down on my lip as I felt my arm being torn away from my only escape; I could feel my skin bruising as he twisted it under his grip. I tried not to cry out knowing it would be suicide if I did.

"Listen to me" he whispered angrily as he got back in my face again, I nodded feeling helpless and alone. I flinched away from his cool breath as he spoke in an even tone

"One more move and I'll kill you right here" I nodded eager for him to get out of my face; we locked eyes, his black ones against my brown ones. The purplish skin under his eyes was the darkest I had ever seen.

I snapped my head towards the door as I watched the doorknob turn slowly, my heart picked up a rapid pace as I heard Carlisle's voice behind the wood, it sound anxious and annoyed as he quickly answer a nurses questions with quick yes' and no's.

"He knows…" the skinny man hissed standing up. My breathing calmed as he looked to the door and then back at me, there was hope again that this man would leave leaving me unharmed.

"She'd be angry with me…" he mumbled but just loud enough for me to hear, all hope was gone as he quickly scooped me up in his arms, my stomach heaved forward and I held my breath trying to keep it all down. Before I knew it we were at the window, I looked back in time to see Carlisle running towards us but he was too late, his body grew smaller and smaller as we ran farther and farther.