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A/N: BPOV as promised. Not sure when the next chapter will be going up - I'm hoping this weekend, but I'm not sure.

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Chapter 25: Wounded

BPOV

Victoria approached with a cat-like grace, a sinister smile crossing her lips. I braced my self, knowing that this was it.

This was the end.

I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry, but I felt tears pricking in my eyes anyway. I gave one more useless tug against the ropes holding me to the tree.

"I've been waiting a long time for this." She said, her voice high and bell like. I was startled, expecting her to sound different. I fought back hysterical laughter for thinking something so inane at a time like this.

She was kneeling in front of me now.

"I never did anything to you." I whispered, a last ditch effort to save myself.

"This was never about you." She laughed, making the bells peal again. "Don't you get it? This is about Edward and what he took from me."

"Killing me won't bring James back." I shuddered as I said his name.

"No – but it will make Edward suffer."

She lunged then.

I felt her sharp nails on my leg and gasped as she sliced through my pant leg. She drew her hand back and then dug to forcefully into my thigh. I couldn't help it.

I screamed.

She dug through my flesh, and all I knew was agony. Deciding the wound was deep enough, she withdrew her fingers, and slowly backed away.

Confused, I stared at her with tear filled eyes. She licked her fingers slowly as she moved.

"I don't understand the appeal, you know." Victoria shook her head, sending her curly tresses swaying with the motion. "How such a puny excuse for a life form can have so many people wrapped around her finger."

I couldn't speak around the excruciating pain radiating from my leg. I watched helplessly as blood poured from the wound, and realized that Victoria must have hit an artery – and she had done it on purpose. Why wasn't she drinking me?

"You stupid little human." She snapped. "You really don't get it?" Victoria leaned down towards me. "I'm not going to kill you." Her smile returned. "Edward is."

Like she had conjured him by speaking his name, Edward stepped out of the shadows.