Hello! I'm updating little late. I said I would after I got 5 reviews, but I got 7! Dun dun dun! The Volturi are finally making their debut in my story (yeah for danger)! By the way, Angel of ur Nightmares is awesome! (just to let you know)

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Bella's POV

Rosalie locked the door. As she made her way toward me, she said to me, "I'm supposed to be the beautiful one." By then I knew what was going on. I was going to die. In my final moments, I thought about Edward. And I almost broke down and cried right there as I realized that the last moments that I would ever spend with him were the moments where I wouldn't tell him the truth. How could I ever be so mean? I thought to myself. Edward is the one person that I completely trust. And I couldn't even tell him what my nightmare is about. And then I realized something worse. The last time he thought I died, he tried to commit suicide. God, please don't let him commit suicide! The thought of my angel being dead was overwhelming. I sobbed tears of pain as Rosalie came forward to kill me. But I didn't care. All I cared about was the fact that My Edward was going to die. I couldn't stop myself. All I wanted then was for my love to come and swoop me into his arms. I didn't even want to live. I wanted him to be with me. And I wanted him to live. But I knew now that he couldn't. And I knew that I needed to persuade Rosalie to let me live. Because if I didn't live, Edward didn't live.

"Rosalie, please. Don't kill me," I pleaded.

"Why shouldn't I? You took my beauty."

"I'll wear rags, I promise."

"Right. Like Edward would let you get away with that." She stepped forward to claim my death, but I begged more. "If you kill me, you're killing yourself along with Edward. He'll get mad at you and kill you, and then he'll go and kill himself. Do you really want that?"

But she wouldn't buy it. "Edward is smarter than that."

"Do you really believe that Emmett will still love you when he finds out you killed your brother's love so that she wouldn't look as good as you?"

She still wouldn't break. "Emmett will always love me, no matter what."

And that was the final straw. Faster than I could see, she was in front of me, raising her arm for my fatal blow. Then it came down and hit my jaw. I flew into a wall. I could feel my bones breaking. Everything went black. I could still faintly hear and feel things. Gravity was against me, for I fell off the wall, slamming into the ground. I could hear Rosalie running to assault me. I was surprised that I was still alive. But I was also disappointed. I had hoped that it would be fast. But now I knew. Rosalie was going to make it as long as painless as she could.

Suddenly I heard a breaking sound to my left. I couldn't imagine what it was. I heard struggling, and I had an instant hope that I wouldn't die. Maybe it's Edward I thought excitedly. "Edward!" I wanted to scream. I tried so hard. But I couldn't. I couldn't talk or move. When I breathed through my nose, I didn't smell anything. I felt ice arms wrap around me. But they were skinny. I felt like crying as I heard Alice's distant voice saying, "Bella, are you okay?"

I didn't even try to say anything. I was too depressed. I knew I was going to die. But I had a vain hope that I would die in my angel's arms. Suddenly the ground disappeared. I felt brick skim my leg and I realized in disbelief that Alice had crashed through the wall. I recognized the soft leather of Rosalie's car as I was laid in the back seat. I was overcome with complete sorrow. Alice was in the front, driving. I was going to die alone in the back seat of the car that belonged to my murderer. Even Alice wouldn't be with me.

What's the use of trying? I'm going to die anyway, I thought to myself. But I kicked that thought to the back of my mind. I have to keep trying! The odds are against me, but if I try and make it, My Edward could live, too. And that thought was enough to keep me fighting.

I felt myself being carried to ER. Alice ran fast, but not so fast as too blow her cover. Her voice was ringing in my ears as she said, "Carlisle, you've got to help her! She needs to be okay! She's not dead! So what's wrong with her?" I felt myself being passed to Carlisle's strong, muscular arms.

I could feel his eyes on me as he studied me. "I think she's in a coma."

"Oh my god, no….." Alice's voice was almost a whisper now. "Please, Carlisle, it can't be a coma! Those can last for months on end! I don't know if Edward could handle that."

"No…. it's definitely a coma."

I could hear Alice sobbing without tears. It was sad to know that I was the source of such pain.

I brightened up when I heard Carlisle saying, "I'd better go lay her down and call Edward." Edward! I thought to myself. My Edward is coming to save me. I won't die as long as I'm in his arms!

I was laid down in a bed that was less than comfortable on my broken bones, but better than being carried. Carlisle began poking and prodding me. Then he said, "Don't worry, Bella. I know you can hear me. People can hear what's going on around them in comas. Don't worry. Edward is coming. You're going to be okay."

I heard him picking up the phone. He's calling Edward! Edward is coming! ran through my head. I heard one end of the conversation.

"Edward?"

"………………….."

"Hi. Um, I have some bad news."

"……………………"

"It's about Bella. You might wanna come down to the hospital. Edward?"

I heard the click as Carlisle put the phone on the receiver.

"Don't worry, Bella. Edward is on his way." I would have screamed in joy if I could. MY EDWARD IS COMING!

I waited in anticipation as I waited for the angel. I needed to hear his honey-smooth voice. It was the only thing that could keep me going. Carlisle had left the room to go get Edward. I was alone. But I knew that I wouldn't be, soon.

And then I heard it. His beautiful voice. Only it was filled with worry. Just that thought made me sad.

"Oh my god, Bella!" His scream cut through my heart like a knife through butter.

I felt him at my side, cradling me back and forth. He was going crazy with worry. I needed to be okay for his sake. His voice rang out in the air again. "Carlisle, why isn't she waking up?"

"Edward…………….. she's in a coma." But it didn't stop there. "She has 5 broken vertebrae, a broken arm, leg, and jaw." I grew more and more depressed with every word. This was torture for my angel. He was shaking uncontrollably. I wanted so much to reach out and comfort him, tell him I was going to be okay. But I couldn't. I was confined to this lifeless body.

"Who did this to her?" I heard Edward asking Carlisle.

When Carlisle didn't answer, Edward started screaming. "WHO DID IT?" His anger startled me. I hope he didn't leave me to get her. I don't think I could handle that. I don't mind him kicking her ass. Just not now. Maybe after I died.

I could tell that Carlisle was not happy about telling Edward who did it. He quietly told Edward, "Rosalie."

He sat with me for a few seconds before he got up to kill Rosalie. NO! I screamed in my mind. Luckily, Carlisle seated him back down. But then he spoke words that actually made me listen to him. "Edward, there's more." What? He just told Edward everything he told me. What else could there be? And shouldn't he have told me first?

I heard my vampire inquire. "What?"

"Well…………"

"Spit it out, Carlisle!"

"She probably won't make it."

That hit me like a ton of bricks. I had always thought I would die. But I was really hoping that Carlisle would prove me otherwise. But more than that, I knew it was worse for Edward. He was so overprotective. And now he found out that I was going to die.

And then Carlisle spoke again. "And there's only one way to save her." And I cheered up. Edward's going to change me!

I was expecting it to be right then and there. But it wasn't. He sat by my side every day for a week. And he didn't change me. I wanted to scream at him. I was getting weaker every day. I didn't know how much longer I could live. If he didn't change me soon, it was going to be too late.

One day while Alice was visiting (along with Edward, who hadn't left my bed except to change and shower), she suddenly went silent. When she spoke up, all she said was, "Edward, I need to talk to you alone."

"But B-"

"NOW,"

Alice's firmness scared me, and I knew something was going on. I waited for them to come back, anticipating it withal of my power.

When they did come back, I felt Edward's cold arms around me. But they didn't just rest there. They pulled me up, until the tube in my nose was pulled out. What is he doing? I need that! It's going to be really hard to breathe. As if reading my thoughts, Edward said to me, "Don't worry Bella. You won't have to breathe soon." I didn't understand it at first. But when I did, I mentally jumped for joy, and I was positive I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. It was the last tear I would ever shed.

We ran through the window. Running through the forest. When we finally stopped, Edward spoke to me in a hushed whisper. "Guess where we are, Bella? Our meadow."

It was so romantic, me becoming one of them in the place where we first really connected. But I was impatient. And I'm sure Edward saw that in my empty eyes.

As he leaned in, he whispered in my ear, "Are you ready? 2 deep breaths for yes, 1 for no." I quickly took 2 deep breaths. "Ok." And then he bit me. His teeth bit through my soft flesh, and I tried to scream in agony, but I was still at loss for words. The white, hot searing pain coursed through my body as I writhed in pain on the floor. But with Edward holding me, I could do anything. And with that thought, I blacked out.

The next 3 days were only bearable because Edward was with me. I drifted in and out of conciousness. I was still in a coma, though. Carlisle said that once the transformation was over, I would snap out of my coma. But because of this, I could sleep with my eyes open (I couldn't close them), so nobody knew when I was asleep or awake. People would say things to me. For eample, during one of the few times when Edward left me to hunt, change, or shower, Alice was talking to me, hoping I was awake. She talked about how they were all so happy that I was becoming one of them. But even better, she talked about how Edward had dreamt of me becoming a vampire within the first day that I met him (I know that Edward doesn't really dream, since he doesn't sleep, but I meant daydreaming), and this banished all the horrible thoughts I'd had about him not changing me not because he didn't want to damn me, but because he didn't want me. In the final leg of the painful race, I was unconscious. Unfortunately, I couldn't escape the pain by sleeping. But it was better than being conscious.

As I woke up, I realized that the pain was gone. It was over. The pain was gone. I felt Edward's arms around me. "Good morning, handsome," I said to my lover. I opened my eyes, and looked into the face of Aro, standing over me.

This is my longest chapter yet. I hope you guys liked it. I had fun writing it. Review or the next chapter won't come.