I hope you like this...

Thank all that is unholy, I do not own Twilight.

I thought I'd update this one quickly, because I made the last chapter quite short, and it was a cliff hanger. Again.

And to who commented on my lack of updating and 'bad reputation', along with the lack of humour in the last chapter - Well it was supposed to serious, and I have a life other than Fanfiction. Even if it is just drawing, How I Met Your Mother, Pokemon, Memecenter and Lord Of The Rings. If I can't update, then I won't. Sorry. And I don't want to be hated, it just happens. A lot.

I hope to finish this soon, though.

This will involve lots of swearing, so be warned friends.

Enjoy!

Lara P.O.V

When I opened my eyes, my whole body ached. I groaned, and without moving my head, let my eyes flicker up to where James stood, across the room with a fucking smirk in place. I couldn't move, and I knew I was covered in forming bruises. Fucking arsehole couldn't wait for me to wake up.

"Get up." He grunted, straightening his back.

"I can't." I said hotly, closing my eyes.

"Get. Up." He was remaining pretty calm, I'd give him that.

"It's weird - like an invisable force is holding me down." I muttered. My eyes were still closed, but I heard his heavy footsteps coming closer.

"I don't know, maybe that would be gravity?" James' voice was laced with toxic sarcasm.

"Nope. Laziness." I grumbled.

My eyes flew open as I was ripped from the comfort of the stone floor by the back of my shirt, and dangled in mid air. I flailed about, bringing my arms up to where James held my collar and grabbed at his hand uselessly. As I hung, I felt like a small child being bullied out of their lunch money.

Only I wasn't that small in this body, and the lunch money was probably my life.

His hand switched places so fast I didn't even feel my stomach drop in the instant I was without support, and he slammed me back into the cold wall by my throat.

Did I seriously say I could handle this? I'm fucking insane.

"Hey Blondie. I think this is a big missunderstanding, you see, when your girlfriend decided to-"

"Shut up, human!" He spat, his venom burning my cheek and causing me to wince in pain. I spat back, managing to hit him in the eye. He growled, whilst I chuckled quietly.

"Despite your awful manners, you really are beautiful for a lump of flesh," At which I snorted, "And would make a pretty little mate for Laurent - I might just change you..."

A look of horror graced my face. "Please don't!" I begged, repeating my self several times. "I don't wanna fucking sparkle!" I sobbed and screamed loudly, shaking my head and limbs like a toddler.

With a growl, James threw me across the room, and I slammed into a wall of mirrors, the glass collapsing around me as I thudded to the floor. I vaguely noticed we were in the ballet studio. Always sticking to the plot, hey Meyer.

"Always a fucking comedian!" He howled angrilly.

"So this is what I get for being hilarious then - Where's my money for the Goddamn gig!" I retorted, pushing my self to my feet with a hiss of pain.

"Why so funny, little girl? Think it's clever."

"It's all I've got right now, mate. The retorts just keep on fucking coming!"

"Foul-mouthed, too." He mused.

"Til' the shitting death!" I seriously need to stop saying that.

"Well cram a few more in, you'll be gone soon." He grinned, his red eyes sinister. I resisted the urge to gulp loudly - this wasn't some eighties horror.

I screamed as my arm snapped behind me, my following shriek both a combination of suprise and awe that James could move that fast, as his teeth graced my skin enough to leave a trail of painful venom, before he vaulted me across the room, sending me stumbling straight into a brick wall. Wait, no, that brick wall was his fist.

Did he insist on moving so fucking fast!

I fell to the floor and crawled backwards to get away from him, blood trickling down my forehead and my breath ragged and pained. With each movement, the dull ache increased and my shattered arm made me want to wail and cry like the child I still mentally was.

For the first time since I confronted my childhood fear of spiders - I was seriously, genuinely terrified for my life. I even wondered, madly, why I hadn't spoke the three words of death to Edward.

Because I did love him, no matter how my mind told me otherwise. He had told me, just an hour after that first kiss, when I knew I loved him to at the same point. But my lame reply had been a simple 'I know', nothing meaningful. Now I'd never get the chance.

As James listed me against the wall, a grin on his disgustingly handsome face, I clenched my jaw and arrogantly tilted my head.

I'd go down like a bitch, that way my memory would be almost as badass as the really thing.

"Go on, mother fucker! Do it if you so dare!" I screamed, as his lips met my throat.

Yes, another cliff hanger - hate me, bitches, but don't worry. I plan on updating a lot quicker. My real life friend, Leia, is on my case about a sequel (Which will be happening, I have a great idea for a backwards New Moon) because she wants to be involved.

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