Hey! Here's the next chapter! I really hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: well, you know what every writer on fanfic wants to put here, but unfortunately, we all must put the same thing. "I do not own any of these Twilight characters."

But in my case, I own Aliya and some brand new characters. :D

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Bella's POV:

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Warm, sweet liquid flew by my face.

I felt pressure on my wrists and arms. Bandages, a material of some sort

wrapping itself tightly over my recent wounds.

NO! I thought. My one chance at heaven, at peace, gone!! Someone is trying to save me.

No! I will be forced to go through with this ripping pain every single day! PLEASE,

THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!

I struggled to open my eyes to see who had broken my dream. My vision was

hazy with the blood loss. Spots of black covered my sight, but with what I could

see was amazingly beautiful…

My "savior" looked just like him. The mention of him just tore through, burning,

just like wild fire leaving nothing but a sad pile of burned ashes behind.

Naturally straight black tresses pulled back into a tight ponytail and a few

tendrils escaped framed a stunning face that would put even Rosalie to shame.

Wide slit-like eyes, high bridged nose, astonishingly high cheekbones, perfectly

thin eyebrows, and a full luscious red pout pulled the whole look together. The

signature purple bruises were right under the eyes, telling me all I needed to

know what type of the "person" was carrying me.

All I could do was stare.

Apparently, the striking angel could feel my gaze locked on her and her

surprisingly dark brown eyes slid to face mine. After a long moment, her eyes

softened and she uttered a soft, "Hi, my name is Aliya."

A magical harmony of twinkling bells found its way into my ears. I could only

imagine the familiar stone cold arms wrap themselves around my waist, and that

same type of voice humming my lullaby to me.

But my fantasy was crushed when a light tap was felt on my shoulder. I guess I

had fallen asleep. It all came back to me, the pain the agony, the lost future, and

the broken stairway to get away from it all.

I screamed. I screamed like I hadn't in a long time. My arms found themselves

around my middle, trying to hold myself together under the intense pressure

and pain of my thoughts. I felt granite arms try to hold me down and quit

lashing about.

I fought against them as hard as I could, but to no avail. I knew it

was a fruitless attempt, and the only reward seen was several rather large purple

bruises scattered along the length of my arm.

"Bella. Bella, please try to calm yourself. You wouldn't want us to have to sedate

you, now would you?" came a melodic voice of a female somewhere around me.

I had no idea where, seeing as how I was blinded by the heavy layer of tears

covering my eyes.

I debated whether or not to calm down, but decided to relax against the soothing

coos of the vampires around me.

But all I could think was how could I have let this happen? Why me?

Hey. I'm really sorry for taking so long on updating. There was a major writer's block and I just couldn't seem to get over it.

But suddenly, at 11:30 at night, I found some inspiration. Please review and let me know what you think! Thanks!