A/N Just a note before I continue on with the story: Some of you have made comments about my blood status phrases, so here they are to make things all clear:

Pureblood: Wizard decent

Halfblood: One wizard parent, one Muggle/Muggleborn witch or wizard OR two partial blood parents OR any combination of Muggle/magic parents that is more than true halfblood

Bloodtraitor: any pureblood or halfblood who has been disowned by their family for shaming their blood-status

Mudblood: a Muggleborn witch or wizard, a witch or wizard without any known magical ancestory

Dirtblood: a Muggle

Now, that's done. Here we go with the next chapter.

Chapter 22

False Transformation

"I've heard much about you Torrance," Voldemort sneered at me.

Whoever was holding me shoved me to the floor again. I glanced around and saw a circle of black-cloaked figures in skull-like masks. There was a single person without a mask on, and I knew what she was instantly. What is it with vampires and finding me?

I stood and looked directly at Voldemort. He was twisting my wand in his long bony fingers. He was bald, and his face was sunken, ill looking. Everyone in the chamber was wearing black. The vampire stepped forward and lowered her hood.

She was pretty, but all vampires are. Her hair was red, like Victoria's had been. Her red eyes seemed to embody the firelight that reflected in them. She was shorter than me by an inch or two. She circled me gracefully.

"We have a proposition for you," Voldemort said. "Join us, and your life as it is will be spared. Deny this offer I'm am generously giving you, and you will be turned into a vampire."

"Out of curiosity," I replied, "who is she?"

I gestured to the vampire circling me. She stopped directly in front of me, looking deep into my eyes.

"My name is Elizabeth," she hissed. "Your little pack, whether it was you or not, destroyed my leader. She was creating a newborn army to go after a human. When she was destroyed, I took care of disposing of the newborns she created. They were causing too much publicity."

"Who was this leader?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Her name was Victoria."

"How ironic. Second question," I continued, turning back to Voldemort, "what would happen to me if I did join you?"

"You would, of course, get the Dark Mark," he replied, smiling, having seen some of my tattoos.

"The only reason I would want a tattoo is for killing a vampire," I snapped, pulling my jacket off my left shoulder to show the phoenix. "I got that one for killing Victoria."

The vampire, Elizabeth, growled at me, her eyes darkening in the process.

"Ironically enough, she was after me to begin with. I was there, posing as Bella Swan. When Victoria's mate attacked me, Edward and the rest of the Cullens tore his ass to bits. It pissed her off something fierce, but that's what happens when mates are killed."

"That's a denial," Voldemort hissed.

I froze, unable to move, and fell to the floor. The Death Eaters laughed as Elizabeth stalked forward. She bit my throat and used the venom to seal the wound. She also bit my wrists and ankles. I was thrown into the cell again to change. How stupid of them.

I took ten minutes for my body to fight off the venom. I sat up and felt something in the pocket of the jacket Jasper had given me. I pulled the object and found a delicately folded paper. As I gently unfolded in, two objects fell out into my hand. The smaller of the two was thin and sturdy. I sniffed it and smelled what I had been hoping for: the slight scent of sulfur. A match.

I struck it and held it over the paper. Alice's tiny sweeping handwriting sprawled across the page.

Torrance,

How are you always getting sucked into these types of situations? Since, the Death Eaters are expecting a newborn vampire, these will come in handy. They're colored contacts, red. Put them in now. Get as much information out of them as you can, before calling the pack to you. I know you'll be safe, but still. Be careful. Jasper will feel horrible enough as it is. If you get hurt too bad, he will be so depressed. Good luck, my sister.

Alice

I looked at the second object and saw a contact case. The match ran out, throwing me into darkness. As instructed, I put in the contacts. It was going to be a long three days.

My "transformation" was finally complete, and I was immobilized to be taken before Voldemort and Elizabeth again. They looked at me for a long time, before ordering that I be released. Elizabeth stepped forward, and I did my best to growl at her. She turned to look at Voldemort.

"May I teach her respect?" she asked sweetly.

Voldemort nodded, and I didn't have time to react before her fist hit me in the jaw. I fell to the ground, and she kicked me in the stomach. She knelt beside me and punched me in the face a few more times before standing. I rolled onto my chest, catching my breath. I heard her laugh at me. I pushed myself to my feet and faced her. I was met with a punch to my jaw. I fell to the ground on all fours. I blinked out the contacts.

"Screw it," I muttered, standing.

I spit blood onto the floor and glared at her, daring her to try again. She ran behind me scratching down my back, shredding my jacket. I felt the warmth of my blood trickle down my back. She stood in front of me, eyes wide as the scent of my blood hit her.

"How are you not a vampire?" she asked in disbelief. "I bit you five times."

I let the shreds of my jacket fall to the floor.

"Yeah," I said slowly, "I'm one-of-a-kind. I can't become a vampire, because when I was human, James, Victoria's mate, bit me. So, unless you want to make me day and bite me for the twenty-first time in my life."

I stepped forward and hit her in the face as hard as I could. She fell into a group of Death Eaters and into a wall. She stood and dove at me. I threw her across the room with minimal effort.

"I really hate vampires," I growled. "Screw this."

I was sick and tired of having to tear vampires to pieces. I phased, much to the surprise of all the Death Eaters, and howled loudly. The voices of my pack filled my head.

Be there in two minutes, Jacob thought.

Cullens are coming, too, Leah informed me. Are you injured?

Not bad, I replied.

Be there in three, two-

The wall behind me crashed down revealing twelve giant wolves and eight vampires, all severely pissed off. I caught a glimpse of someone with Alice.

She dropped Harry off of her back, and he drew his wand, ready to fight Voldemort.

Oooooooooh more cliff hangers MOOOWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (cough cough) gotta work on that. So, tell me what you thought. I want ten reviews before I update, but I wouldn't mind more. (hint hint wink wink)