""Make yourself at home. After all, it is yours," she grinned. I glared at her, gently brushing off my worn out sneakers. She stood up gracefully, breezing past me as she shut and locked the door.
"What do you want?" I growled through clenched teeth. Victoria's eyes danced with bloodlust, turning her irises into a deadly shade of black. She motioned for me to sit in the arm chair, but I stood my ground. Her smug expression evaporated into irritation, provoking her to give me a swift and powerful nudge towards the living room.
It would have merely been a shove to any normal person, but with my terrible balance it sent me sprawling to the floor. My nose hit the ground hard, blood spurting out of it from the impact. I quickly bunched up my shirt and covered it over the wound, glancing warily at Victoria.
She flew across the room, struggling to channel in her bloodlust. She cornered herself against the far wall of the living room, inhaling the scent of my blood like it was a drug. After a few deep breaths, her eyes returned to the startling shade of red. A composed smile graced her lips, showing me that she was in control.
"What do I want?" she wondered, aloud. A perfectly manicured finger rose to her chin, rhythmically tapping it as she pretended to think over her answer. "Well I want revenge, of course. A mate for a mate."
I stared at her blankly, questions buzzing around in my mind like a bee hive. Did she really not know that Edward and I are over? How long had she been in Forks? Surely the Cullens would've come across her scent by now if she's been here for a while.
"You must not have done your research. Edward and I are broken up," I whispered, tears springing to my eyes. It didn't matter whether she believed me or not, I was going to die at her hand sooner or later.
"Yes, I did catch the tail end of your staged break-up. Very realistic, you had me going for a second-" she started but I quickly cut her off. "It wasn't 'staged'. It was the real deal. If you want me dead, then go ahead. He won't care anyways."
Her cold eyes scrutinized my face, searching for any signs of dishonesty, but there weren't any. A look of surprise stretched across her eyes, which quickly turned into irritation.
"This won't do. How am I to get my revenge if he no longer cares for you?" she muttered to herself. Her long, pale legs paced the width of the room as she tried to figure out a plan B. I diverted my eyes from her, she was walking so fast it was making me dizzy.
I pulled the ruined shirt away from my nose, satisfied to see there wasn't any fresh blood. I slowly walked into the kitchen, silently communicating to Victoria that I had no intention of trying to escape. Turning on the faucet, I grabbed a small paper towel and submerged it into the warm water. After it was consistently dripping, I dabbed it against my nose. I methodically wiped away the dry blood and delved into my thoughts.
Should I tell her that death would be pointless since I'm already dying? Or would that make her even more frustrated? Now that she knows Edward no longer cares for me, how could she use me as revenge? Maybe she wouldn't use me at all, but then what would she use?
My throat closed up as I realized the only thing that could hit him where it hurts. His family. I couldn't let her hurt them, no matter what happens with Edward I would always care for them.
I had to think of an idea she could use to her benefit, something that would be far better than killing me. Even if I figured out a plan, how would I ease her into it without sending off a red flag? I sighed in defeat, my shoulders slumping from the stress.
I dragged my feet back into the living room, watching Victoria continuously pace. She kept muttering things to herself, her voice too low to reach my own ears. After a minute of talking she would stop, her hands fisted against her sides as she dispelled the thought. If it weren't for the fact that she was plotting my torture, it would actually be sort of comical.
"Victoria?" I asked, innocently. She stopped and snapped her head towards me. The blank look in her eyes showed how consumed she was in her thoughts. She stared at me as if she had suddenly realized that she was holding me captive. Psychotic vampire.
"Have you figured out your revenge, yet?" I asked in a bored tone. Her eyes flashed with annoyance, but she answered anyways. "Well I can't really do anything with you, so I was thinking about killing Edward. He did kill James after all."
Horror gripped my heart like a vice, making breathing difficult. I feigned a blank expression, but on the inside I was falling apart. Victoria looked frustrated by my lack of a response, obviously trying to provoke a reaction out of me.
"You could do that, but then he would never suffer. It's like giving a teenager a slap on the wrist for doing coke. What kind of revenge would that be?" I mumbled hypothetically. It hurt to talk about Edward's death so casually, but that was the only way I could speak of it without tipping her off. Victoria threw her hands up in the air before slapping them against her hips. "Then what would you suggest, Mrs. Know-It-All?"
"He never wanted me to be changed. He thought it would be damning my soul. I think he only said it at the time so that he wouldn't have to deal with me for eternity." I abhorred telling her about a piece of my personal memories, but there was a good chance it would throw her off of her previous mindset. She had listened intently to my words, tossing them around in her mind. A light bulb went off in her head and a cruel smile graced her lips.
It disgusted me that she was so blinded by revenge. She didn't even notice that I was basically giving her the idea for Edward's downfall. She went on to tell me of her grand plan, making sure to make it as detailed as possible. I didn't react to any of it, I simply sat and listened to my fate.
It wasn't that I wanted to be changed, the thought had lost it's fervor once I realized I wouldn't be sharing my life with Edward. I'd rather suffer without him for the rest of eternity than to have his life taken.
A small part of me, a very small part, hoped that he would want to be with me. I would no longer be the fragile human that trips over air, I would be a strong, beautiful vampire. Maybe he would see me for who I am, flaws and all, and realize that we belong together.
Victoria snapped me out of my thoughts, tellling me it was time. I stood up as she swooped in and pulled me over her shoulder. She didn't even attempt to do so gently, forcing me to grind my teeth so she wouldn't receive the pleasure hearing my pain.
She walked casually out the front door, checking for any signs that would show our encounter. Satisfied that there weren't any, she locked the door and ran into the woods. After a few moments of watching the trees blur by my face at speeds unimaginable, I shut my eyes tightly.
The dizzy spell didn't end when I cut off my vision, the constant jostling kept prolonging it. Just when my stomach when my stomach would begin to settle, she would dodge a branch and dive my body down with hers. It was like riding the deadliest roller coaster known to man.
Eventually she finally came to a stop, tossing me onto the ground. I stayed down, methodically rubbing my temples until my headache was bearable. Squinting against the rare rays of sunshine, I took in my surroundings.
We were still in the woods, trees blocked us off everywhere apart from a small gap to my left. I peered through it, studying the familiar stream of water laying beside it. A small gasp of horror bubbled to my lips as recognition hit me like a bucket if ice cold water. I looked beyond it, praying that it was just a familiar setting and that I was wrong. I wasn't.
The Cullen house stood as tall and elegant as ever, striking terror in my fragile heart. I had hoped she would take me to a secluded spot during the change. She could even throw me in front of them as soon as the change was complete. That would have been a more sensible option, but of course Victoria wouldn't want to go about this the right way. She wanted them to hear me suffer throughout the change, maybe even have to put up with me during the newborn stage.
"Well, let's get this over with before they try to stop us," she purred. Before I could protest, her teeth dug into the thin skin covering my neck. Fire spread throughout my veins as the venom shot into my system. Her hands caressed my neck, sucking my blood greedily. A shimmer of hope sprouted in my mind. Maybe the bloodlust would be too much for her and she would just kill me instead.
This renewed hope placed a small smile on my face. I could feel my life slipping through my fingers, the fire becoming even more intense. Just as I thought she would finish the job, she pulled away. Her cold hand patted my cheek and she offered a half-hearted 'good luck'.
A scream bubbled in my throat, barely making it past my lips as the fire spread to my heart. Victoria bolted, leaving behind nothing but a cool breeze. My body thrashed against the plush ground, a scream of agony bursting through my lips.
Distressed yells erupted somewhere to my left, but I shrugged them off. The voices didn't matter, they couldn't extinguish the fire burning inside of me. I squeezed my eyes shut, balling patches of grass inside of my fists. Another scream ripped from my throat, my head tipping back from the force of it.
The shouting grew closer and closer until I could practically feel the vibrations from their voices. They sounded so familiar, but I couldn't figure out who they were. The only thing I could concentrate on was the pain, and I knew it wasn't going to end anytime soon.
Poor Bella, she's too loyal for her own good. So what did you think? Did you see that coming? Please R&R! :)