Alright, I'm in no way happy with this chapter at all, I wrote it, moved on to the next chapter, didn't like it. I went back, tried to fix this chapter, and failed. Honestly, I moved too fast through this part; but when I tried to drag it out, it sucked more. Sooooo y'all are jost gonna have to deal. Excuse me while I go beat my head against something in frustration, okay?

Krissy

When I came around, I couldn't move my arms or legs. Everything was black as pitch, giving the impression that I had gone blind. I didn't understand what was going on, and when I opened my mouth to speak, I realized that there was something tied around my mouth. I thought I was completely alone, until I felt an unreasonably cold hand on my cheek.

"Sweet Bella, you're awake," a strangely familiar, yet very unfamiliar voice said to me, her voice seemingly coming from nowhere. I couldn't see a damn thing, which made me feel very unsafe, my heart hammering in my chest.

"You've kept me waiting a long time, you know," she said, still stroking my cheek.

I was so confused that I couldn't speak. I hadn't had any contact with the vampire world in so long, not since before Edward had left me. A lump formed in my throat as I thought of that time, when I had almost died in Phoenix. I racked my brain, trying to think of anybody who would have a vengeance on me after all this time, and I was coming up with nothing.

"Who are you?" I rasped, realizing how parched I was. I wouldn't have thought the person holding me hostage would be able to hear me, if I hadn't known it was a vampire, who could very well hear me even if I'd only mouthed the words.

"Who am I? I'm shocked Bella… you don't remember me? How insulting," the mysterious vampire said in an almost mocking voice.

"Who are you," I repeated, trying to put more force in my voice. "Please." My voice faltered at the end of 'please' and I heard the delighted catlike chuckle of the vampire that was holding me hostage.

"Bella, I am the reason your hair stands on end when Jacob and the rest say they caught a scent on their route. The very reason you still have nightmares of being tortured to death, the reason you wish you were immortal so you had a sporting chance against me," My captor was obviously having way to much fun with her role and kidnapper. This thought had me sneering in the direction of her musical voice.

"It's a shame, I thought you were smarter than that… well maybe I'm being conceited… surely Bella, if you think hard enough, you'll figure out who I am."

It all came rushing back to me at once. One of the nights that I'd been trying to repress since Edward left me, and I no longer felt safe from her. Victoria. She'd finally gotten to me, like she swore she would. Like Laurent told me that she would, that one day back in the clearing. How could I be so stupid? I had thought that she had given up, it had taken so long. She must have just been waiting, for everybody I cared about to leave me, so that nobody would come looking when I went missing.

I realized all this in about half a second, and was hyperventilating in shorter time that that. I was seeing dark spots that were even darker than the nothingness I could see in the first place.

I heard her catlike chuckle over my own gasping breaths, as she realized that I came to the right conclusion.

"I knew you were smart enough to figure this out on your own Isabella," she said in a tone that could only be described as seductive. "You shouldn't have let your disgusting mongrel friends kill Laurent Bella. You should have let him kill you. That's right, I know about that. I was hiding, watching, not far from where you were that very day in the clearing.

He was going to kill you himself, I could see that. I had been about to jump in and interfere when your wolves showed up. Lucky for me, they were all so concentrated and getting Laurent that they didn't even notice me running away to safety."

I could barely hear her gloating over my own attempts to keep breathing, but as far as I could tell, she either didn't know that; or didn't care. The latter was probably truer.

Suddenly she was quiet, and I didn't know if she was still there or not. I wanted desperately to be able to see what was going on, the blindness was making me that much more anxious.

"Isabella, I had to wait for you for a long time… I had a whole creative plan set out for you… you'd be begging for death by the time I was halfway done. But you see, I really am very thirsty… and tired of waiting for you. I must be feeling kind today… you should thank the heavens for that little human. You won't feel any pain this way…"

I could feel her cold breath on my neck now, and my own breathing sped up once more. She was so close now, that I could see the whites of her eyes, and her deep onyx irises. They were the same colour as her pupils.

I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for her to kill me, struggling to slow my breathing along with my heart rate.

Her teeth only barely brushed the skin on my neck when suddenly the lighting in the room changed. I still couldn't see anything, but it was different now. The only sound I could hear was vicious sounding snarls that made me cringe, and Victoria snap up into a standing position.