Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, I am just messing with the characters.

I decided to post this chapter a bit earlier than usual. I finished early and couldn't wait to share it with you all!

Caught up in this madness too blind to see Woke animal feelings in me Took over my sense and I lost control I'll taste your blood tonight You know I make you wanna scream You know I make you wanna run from me baby but know it's too late you've wasted all your time.

Scream- Avenged Sevenfold

BPOV

I was alone.

The house is empty, there is no father here to burst in and wake me up. This isn't a nightmare, though I desperately wish it was.

Edward is…not human. I'm not exactly sure what he is. Cold skin, lightening fast speed, immense strength, red eyes, I felt like I was missing one more clue, the last piece of the puzzle that would give me the full picture. I scanned the room from my place on the floor, checking once again to make sure that no was here.

I stood slowly and clutched the knife that I had used earlier tightly in my hand, I wasn't going anywhere without it. I was about to leave the kitchen when something caught my eye, the drink cup that Edward had with him earlier.

With the hand that wasn't gripping my knife, I picked the cup up, it was warm, and half empty. I opened the lid over the sink. The liquid inside was red and thick, the site of it made my stomach churn. I brought the cup to my nose and inhaled. Bad idea. I gagged as I dropped the cup into the sink.

It was blood.

Edward drank blood.

The last piece of the puzzle snapped into place, the big picture became clear.

Edward was a vampire.

I needed to talk to someone, make sure that I wasn't going absolutely insane. I tried to tell myself that vampires didn't exist; maybe Edward just has some kind of disease. A disease that makes you super strong, have red eyes and drink blood? I think not, Bella.

I grabbed the keys to my truck and my knife and headed outside. I turned the key in the ignition; it made an attempt to start, but died. I tried three more times, nothing.

"Don't give up on me now, damn it!" I yelled as I slammed my hands on the wheel. I put the key in one last time and turned. My truck roared to life, "Thank you!"

I put my truck in drive and spun out, slinging rocks everywhere. Five minutes away from the Masen house my truck decided it didn't want to go any further. It made a horrible clanking noise, and stopped completely as I pulled to the side of the road. I opened my door and stepped out holding on to my knife.

"Isn't that a shame?" I jumped and pressed my back to my door. I glanced across the bed of my truck to see someone leaning against the tailgate, "Can you believe that Edward would mess with your truck so that you could fall so perfectly into our trap?"

James.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing next me with his arm around my shoulder. I tried to move away but it was impossible. James jerked a handful of my hair downward, causing my head to snap backward, "You won't go anywhere, Bella, unless I want you to," he stuck his nose to my throat and I began shaking with fear. He ran his nose up and down my throat and I felt his tongue dart out and lick my skin, "Fuck, Bella, do you have any idea how badly I want to just drain your body right now? Just swallow every single drop of your blood? Ah, you're lucky that Aro wants you, if not, you'd be mine." I remained silent through his speech, even though I had a million thoughts and questions running through my head. Who is Aro? Why me? Where is Edward? If this is his "trap" shouldn't he be here? James' stare bored into my eyes, "Why can't you speak to me like you do to Edward?"

"What are you talking about?" I managed to choke out.

"I'll just let Aro explain. I know he told Edward he didn't want you until Wednesday, but I'm going to take you now, teach Edward a lesson in hesitation," James leaned in to press his nose against my throat again, I took a chance and tried to ram my knife through James' chest, it didn't work, the blade bent back towards me against his skin. I gasped as James chuckled, "I love it when they fight back. Makes for a much better bite," James brought his lips to mine and I tried to fight him off, using my hands to push him off, but he was just too strong. He grasped both of my hands in one of his and pinned them painfully above my head, continuing his assault on my lips. I stayed unmoving, clenching my lips tightly shut, "Come on, Bella, open up for me, you did for Edward. He's no different from me," James knew about our kiss, had he been watching some how? I shuddered at James saying Edward was no different from him. Edward never showed any aggression toward me, there was never any forcefulness, even when I saw what he was, he was apologizing and trying to get me to listen to him. I thought back to what he had said in my room, "If anything happens, I want you to remember me like this, I need you to remember me like this. Bella, I don't ever want to hurt you. I don't want to cause you pain, and I don't want to see you suffering. I know this doesn't make any sense now, but it might soon. That is why I need you to listen to me, I am always on your side, and I need you to trust me, no matter what happens." He seemed so honest, he wanted me to trust him, but how could I?

I remained still as James pried my lips apart with his tongue. His tongue swept over mine and he tasted sweet, too sweet, it was sickening. I gagged, "What's the matter, angel?" he used the name that Edward had given me, it sounded completely wrong coming out of his mouth, I realized in that moment that I wanted Edward, I needed him. I couldn't make myself believe that Edward was the one who messed with my truck; if it had been him wouldn't he be here instead of James? I kept thinking of Edward, the green-eyed one, remembering him the way he told me to, hoping that he would appear. I said nothing to James, "You don't like the taste of my venom? You couldn't get enough of Edward's, but then I guess his wasn't as freely flowing as mine is now. I'm really surprised he held off from biting you for so long, I can't resist any longer," I closed my eyes tightly as James moved to my neck once again. He rolled his tongue over my throat causing a burning sensation to ripple across my skin.

"James! No!" I heard a growl come from behind me. I opened my eyes to see Edward standing on the opposite side of my truck.

"Edward!" I cried, just as James plunged his teeth into my neck. I screamed as I felt the burning and ripping of my flesh. Fire charged through my neck and consumed me. I heard Edward yelling, and then I felt like I was flying. Everything became blurry as the inferno devoured me; this was the most excruciating pain I had ever felt. Every atom of my body felt alight with flames. I could feel everything, I was being carried, and the fingers digging into my flesh were hot iron spikes. The wind felt like barbed whips lashing against my exposed skin. I wanted it over, I wanted to die. I tried to scream this, to tell whoever was carrying me to put me down and put me out of this misery, but when I tried to speak it felt like I had swallowed acid. My tears burned as they carved rivers of fire down my face.

I couldn't move. There were straps across my wrists, ankles, and neck rendering me immobile. The fire had receded greatly, mostly located in my chest. My heart was beating frantically trying to fend off the unwelcome flames lapping at it.

"She's so close," I heard an eager voice say beside me, "and after only a day and a half, she is truly remarkable. Thank you for speeding up the process for me," What process? My heartbeats stuttered as the fire won out, causing my breaths came out in frenzied huffs. The fire ceased as my heart pumped for the last time. It was over. I was at peace.

"Isabella," a soft, but unfamiliar voice called from my side. I slowly opened my eyes to a blindingly white light, my eyes adjusted and I could see beyond the light, I saw the individual grains in the ceiling tiles, he dust in the air and the filaments of the light bulbs. It was kind of beautiful, if this was Heaven, I could get used to it. Heaven, I thought, my mom! She would surely be here. I was overcome with joy at the thought of our reunion.

"Can you help me find my mom?" I asked, remembering the voice that had spoken earlier. I hoped that they could help me find her.

"Your mother is dead, Isabella," I voice said. I turned my head to question it when I saw him. He had black hair neatly combed against his head, his skin was pale, and I gasped as I looked into his eyes, they were red.

Red eyes didn't belong in Heaven.

My life had ended, I had taken my last breath, and my heart thumped for the last time, I was dead. I thought of the people I had left, the ones that I loved that would live their lives without me, Charlie, Alice, Jacob, it hurt to think about them. If this wasn't Heaven, then this was Hell. Why did Hell have bright, white lights, I thought that was reserved for the good. I thought that I was good, what had I messed up on so badly in my life that I deserved this? I tried to move, to break free of the restraints that were holding me down, but it was impossible. Hopelessness crushed me when realization hit that I would be here forever.

I felt the hands of the demon beside me ghost over my face and neck, "Isabella, my treasure," he said as he moved his lips over mine, "You are magnificent, my love," he kissed me lightly along my neck before returning once more to my lips. I didn't want this, but I couldn't move. He brushed his hand along my face, sweeping some hair away from my face, "I have much to teach you, my dear. Would you like to be free of these straps?"

"Why am I in Hell?" I asked quietly, "What did I do to deserve this?" The man moved to each of the straps and released me. I stood up shakily, and looked down to see that I was wearing black leather pumps and had on a tight black dress, I guess you get new clothes in Hell. I took in my surroundings; everything was white, immaculately clean and white. White wasn't a Hell color, I was so confused. There were millions of things running through my mind and I found that I could focus on each of them. I noticed that on the counter, a small refrigerator sat five and three-fourths inches away from the edge, the over head lights were spaced an equal foot and a half apart. The man stood in front of me and I could differentiate ten different shades of red in his eyes. He reached out to grab my hand and before I recognized what I was doing, I shoved him against the wall, cracking it. I twisted his arm around and pinned it behind him, "Extraordinary," he whispered. I let go of him and stepped away, trying to rationalize what was going on. I could hear so much, people talking, moving about, birds chirping, I could hear the man's breath from across the room.

"What's going on?" I shouted. I was scared. Why did Hell feel so much like life? Where were the flames and red men with pitchforks?

The man crossed the room to me, "Isabella, you are not in Hell, you are still on Earth. My name is

Aro Volturi," Aro? Where had I heard that name before? And how could I still be on Earth? I was dead.

"I'm dead," I stressed.

"Well, yes, you are technically, but I've given you a new life. You're an immortal now, a vampire," A vampire! My mind raced, James! He was the one who spoke of Aro; my memories began to come back to me. I was going to see Alice when my truck stopped, James was there, and he bit me just as Edward came up.

"Where's Edward?" I needed to see him.

"Edward is no longer your concern," Aro said coldly, "You belong to me now," What? How could I belong to him? I wasn't property, anger swelled in me. It seemed like every emotion I experienced was magnified ten times compared to my human emotions. I wanted Aro dead just for saying those words. I surprised and scared myself when a growl came out of my mouth, "I want to see Edward!" I yelled.

Aro came at me and pinned me to the wall, clamping his hand over my mouth, "I will personally murder Edward if you continue to call for him. He is none of your concern anymore, you fucking belong to me," he repeated. I could taste sweet venom pooling in my mouth, I swallowed it down, and my throat began to burn.

"Why does my throat hurt?" I coughed.

"You need blood," Aro said, "Come with me, I've got just what you're craving," I followed Aro out of the room and up some stairs. I contemplated the fact that I would now have to drink blood; I didn't want to kill anyone. The idea repulsed me, that was, until I smelled it. We were walking down a hallway when the scent entered my nose, I froze, "It smells delicious, doesn't it?"

"That's blood?" I questioned. I never thought that anything could smell as delectable as the scent of the blood that was inhaling now. We came around a corner and were met with two double doors. I could hear the heartbeat from someone just inside the door, the one the blood would belong to. I wanted it so bad; I nearly ripped the door off of the hinges to get inside. Aro gripped both of my arms and brought them behind my back securely. I didn't understand why he felt the need to hold me back, I would get that blood one way or another, my body needed it. My throat burned for it.

"Open," Aro called and the double doors swung open. Aro spun me around so that my back was to the human, he walked me backwards into the room, I could barely contain myself as I got a more concentrated hit of the aroma, "Isabella, you have two choices, join my organization, and become solely mine, or I can have the man's throat behind me slit, making his blood irresistible to you, and killing him. The choice is yours," Aro spun me back around to face the human.

I looked into the face of my father.

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