Disclaimer: My ex boyfriend is sleeping in the next room and in a fit of absolute paranoia, I have not slept at all through the night. Agh what am I supposed to do? If I was Stephenie Meyer, would I be writing fan fiction?

I kept my eyes open as my captor ran, hoping to be able to discern an escape path if it came to it. I may have become the first vampire to ever become dizzy, and I stopped staring at moving objects. This was extremely uncomfortable, and I was worried about the Cullens. I hoped they would help me. A part of me knew that they would try to find me, try to save me, but a small nagging part kept clawing at my heart and telling me that they wouldn't because they didn't care for me.

The shrill whistle of the wind around my ears became lower in pitch and silenced itself. Looking around, I saw trees. Great. Where was I? A place with trees. That was very distinguishing. The vampire that had brought me here showed himself. I gawked at him and he looked at me as though seeing an old friend. "Bella!"

A shaggy haired, red eyed, very tall vampire attempted to embrace me, but I shot out of the way. I didn't get very far, however, as he grabbed my ankle and caused my face to meet the ground. "Where are you going?"

"Back to my family." I mumbled, extracting the few bits of dirt out of my mouth. "I don't know who you are or what you want, but I seriously need you to leave me and my friends alone."

His look was, if possible, both shocked and disgusted at the same time. "You call them your family? Your friends? Don't you remember what they did to you? They left you to die! And you don't even remember me! How is that possible?" oh wonderful. Another person to sit here thinking I was a freak for having weird memory problems.

"Yes, yes, I know. How could I forget who you are? Stupid Bella." I grimaced. "So, since we have determined that I indeed don't remember who you are, how about quenching my curiosity?" I felt no need to be nice to this man. Sure, a rational part of my brain might have been telling me that I should be sucking up to this man, for he could hold the fate of my existence. But my rational self was being held underwater by my more irritated side.

He smiled at my dry humor. "So sad. Bella Swan, I am Matthias Bushneld. I saved you from death." Excuse me? What? This was news to me. Looking at my face, his shock grew more pronounced. "You really can't remember? Anything about me?" I started to shake my head, but then stopped myself.

"I remember me being in a room with you, I was laying on the couch and you were mocking me for trying to sleep. You looked like you wanted something from me, and it scared me." I mumbled. This was all I knew of him, my recollection of my vampire 'life' being what it was. He nodded.

"Yes, you were very amusing for the first few months." Months? I had been with him for months? "You truly never lost some of your human traits." Traits…became talents.

"Which human traits did you never lose?" I asked coolly. He smirked and looked over my shoulder at nothing in particular. "I was always sort of invisible when I was a human, always blended in. I was also adept at getting away when it came to theft; my family had been poor and I often stole food." That explained the invisibility and the fast running. "But let us talk somewhere else." He held out his hand, and ignoring it, I walked right past him and through the trees. Catching up, he began to lead, and we eventually found ourselves in some sort of fishing village. He walked to the nearest motel and paid for a room, and we entered it.

Sitting on the lone chair, I didn't invite any ideas with the bed. I saw the lust in his eyes, and would not give him what he wanted. I just prayed that my façade wasn't breaking; that he truly did believe I was tough and not cracking on the inside. "So, tell me about our time together."

He sat on the bed, as close to me as he could get. "I was the one who changed you. The wolves frightened me away and I did not return to Forks for months. When I finally did, your eyes had already turned an odd shade of ruby and gold mixed." His eyes twinkled. "You always confused me with your eating habits. I tried a few times to change your views, but you would not budge."

"I refuse to be so inhumane. To be a monster." I sneered, and his twinkle disappeared, replaced by slight disdain and disappointment.

"It is what we do to survive, Bella. It goes completely against our nature to deny our bodies of what they need." I opened my mouth to say more, but he waved his hand dismissively. "You stayed with me on and off until your father died, when you left for the funeral and never returned. I had heard of the wolves there and feared they had attacked you, so I went to see if you might have survived." Oh. So this was why he was attacking them, trying to find my whereabouts.

"What does it matter to you? What am I to you? What do you want from me?" I shot my questions at him like one would shoot a gun. If I could figure out what he wanted from me and give it to him, perhaps he would just let me go home. Matthias smiled sadly at me and leaned forward.

"You have always held my interest, from the first moment I lay eyes on your shaking human body." He murmured, reaching a hand out to try and touch my face. I growled at him and made to bite his hand, and he withdrew it. "Feisty. Why do you think I changed you? I needed a mate, and I made you to be one. But you spent all of our time together dry sobbing over these Cullens, and when I found that you had willingly gone back to them, it was unacceptable. You were turned to be with me, not with someone who left you to die." I could hear a low growl building up in his chest, and my face unwillingly showed, if only for a moment, my fear. Fear. He could use this to his advantage, as I was terrified of him. Standing up, walking slowly over to me and crouching so he could place his hands on my knees, my mind was racing with different ways to escape. "Why would you return to them? I watched you for years. Took you in every time you needed someone. Meanwhile, they act as though you never existed for seventy years. Seems you are not thinking straight." not thinking straight? Of course I wasn't thinking straight. I was in a cheap hotel room with a potentially dangerous vampire and no one to help me.

Matthias put his hands firmly on my face, pressing his lips against mine, and I froze. This was not Edward, and I did not like it. I tried to squirm out of his grip, but he moved his hands down to my waist, and I felt him pinching the skin there while attempting to force his tongue into my mouth. I screamed, and everything went black.

Ok. So. San-Diego comic con. Who went? Can anyone send me footage of the twilight panel? I would be so damn thankful. And uhm. A lot of people who have posted reviews do not have their reply things enabled, which is why I haven't sent some of you sneak peeks. So when I get sent a review asking why I won't reply, I can't reply to answer their question. Sorry!

Also, be on the lookout, because I'm starting a new story soon :

The review rule is still in effect!

Peace!