A/N: Okay so a wee bit longer than the others but still very short. Enjoy!
Emmett looked up, Rosalie looked too, but she turned her head quickly, covering her ears.
They could hear something approaching. It must be Edward with Dana, it would certainly explain Rosalie's reaction. Dana must be starting to change. I remembered with a shudder what it felt like to have the venom creeping its way through my veins, she must be in agony. Agony I would have to endure one day. Agony I would gladly endure to spend eternity with Edward.
It wasn't until Edward pulled up to the house in Dana's Cube that I could hear her screaming. She was definitely changing. He came in, carrying her in his arms. She had her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth wide in an agonized scream, she was clutching at herself as if to tear the pain from her.
"Dana!" I ran to her as Edward lay her down on the couch. She heard me and her screams died a little. Her eyes flew open and searched for me.
"Bella," she barely whispered, her body tense, fighting against the pain. "What's...hap...ening?"
Edward was at my side then. "You were bitten by a vampire, Alice and I saved you from being killed, but you're changing now. Changing into a vampire."
"Why...?" she trailed off, whimpering.
"It was an accident," Edward said. "Sometimes it's hard to control the urge for blood. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
I realized Dana was asking why she was bitten, not why she was changing.
Rosalie came over to Dana's side and stroked her hair back in a surprisingly tender gesture. "Hello," she said softly. "This can still be your choice, you know. You don't have to become a vampire, though it's too late to stop the change and keep you human. We could stop it if you wanted, but it will be a heavy price."
"Rosalie!" Edward admonished.
I stared at her in horror, she couldn't be suggesting what I though she was, could she?
Dana's eyes widened, having understood the suggestion. "I don't want to die," she whispered, crying a little. These could possibly be her last tears, the thought made me start to cry for my friend's loss.
We couldn't get much more out of her in the way of words, as she lapsed back into pained whimpers and the occasional agonized scream.
I sat beside the couch, on the floor, in the fetal position, not moving, and never leaving my friend's side.
A/N: R&R :D