One, maybe two, or three. I don't know how long Armand kept me in the room for. The glass of blood still sat in front, taunting me. I was growing weak, just like he wanted. He took the blades off but they were placed with rope that would probably break a human's bones.

"Isabella, I brought you something." Armand walked in with blue velvet box. He sat on the edge of the table to my left and held it in front. When he opened the box it held diamond bracelet that from the light on the table sparkled. "Isn't it lovely."

I did find it lovely, only because it reminded me of the only person I could think about. I grunted and looked away. I didn't need to look at him to know he was angry. He growled and grabbed my chin roughly, pulling me back to look at him. His eyes held rage. "Why do you do this?" He slammed the bracelet on the table. "Don't you see a life with me?"

"I see nothing with you." I spat back.

"I let you be human. I let you live out your dreams. And in return you were to come back and be with me again."

"I never wanted to be with you. You killed my mother. You tried to kill my father. You forced me to change when all I wanted to do was die. I HATE YOU."

SLAP. The impact of his hand was enough the send the chair flying and me laying on my side on the ground. My cheek was stinging from where he slapped me. I looked back up to see him standing by the door taking deep breaths. Trying to calm himself down. "You obviously do not appreciate what I have done for you. You will though. One day you will understand you are mine." He then left me on the ground. Taking a deep breath I moved my body to turn the chair around so I was on my back.

I was able to turn myself until was on my knees. The ropes burned my wrists but I couldn't stop now. I held my breath and then crashed the chair against the floor. It broke into pieces, freeing me.

I jumped up and grabbed the cup of blood and downed it, moaning as my stomach felt better. I went to the door next, surprised it wasn't locked. Was he this cocky that I wouldn't get out. Not waiting I ran out, down the hall, taking whatever turn I could find. The smell and the look of the walls had me think I was underground. I sighed with relief when I found stairs. Climbing up them I peered up into what looked like the inside of a warehouse. I was quiet now, smelling Armand. It was not that old, meaning he could still be up here. I went the opposite way when I came across a window.

The stupid window was bared up and I couldn't break them. The night sky peered out at me. Hearing footsteps I hid behind some boxes, moving slower than before. A sudden thud had me fall down. Turning around to look up I noticed the warehouse had no roof and the vision seemed to kick in. Was it here I would die? Could the morning signal my death. As I thought of this I did not notice the hand that came out and grabbed my leg, dragging me away from my hiding spot. I kicked the arm when Armand came in view.

"Trying to run away now? And to think I could trust you." He sighed.

"Let me go." I growled, still trying to get away. He ignored me, grabbing my arm roughly and pushed me up against a shelf full of boxes. "You're not making this easy on yourself." He kissed me. It was disgusting, vile. I think I threw up a little. I tried to push him away but he was stronger so I did the next best thing: I bit his lip, hard.

He yelped and jumped back, shocked, and then slapped me. "You will learn your place."

Can't show fear. "I have no place with you. I intend to kill you." That earned me another slap.

"Ungrateful bitch." He threw me to the ground. Out of his reach I got up, ready to attack him, but he saw what I was doing and kicked me in the gut. "You really think you could defeat me Isabella? Nothing can beat me. I am the oldest living vampire. You are no match." He grabbed my leg and smash it. I screamed as I felt the bones break. It reminded me when James broke my leg before. "You're nothing but a pathetic slut. You are worthless Isabella, just like Claudia."

He did not just talk about my mother like that. With my good leg I swung and kicked him in the face. "Don't you dare talk about my mother like that." I got up, ignoring the pain in my leg, and wobbled to another part of the warehouse, looking for a weapon or an exit. I sensed he got up but I kept going. Turning a corner I didn't see the boxes and ended up tripping. Looking up at the sky I saw it was lightening. The sun was coming up.

And then the vision made sense. Armand burning. Me unable to move. It all was coming together. And now I just needed to make sure it stayed. "Isabella." I heard Armand taunt me and hobbled away.

I then saw the exit sign above a door. Just as I was walking to it I was slammed on the ground by him. He was banging my head against the concrete floor when I headbutted him and kneed him in the stomach. He grabbed my broken leg, causing me to cry out in pain. "Why do you fight Isabella? There is nothing for you out there. Louis can't do anything for you no more. No one will understand you like me. Why must you fight what is meant to be."

"You're wrong." I gasped. He never understood me. Only one person has ever truly understood me. Has loved me. The only person I will ever love. "We will never be." All I saw in my head was Edward. His smile, his laugh, all of him.

I wanted Edward.

"Edward." Armand looked confused, frozen just enough for me to kick him off of me. He went flying and landed on his back a few feet away from me. He was getting up when The sun was above the warehouse and landed directly on him. He screamed and I saw his skin begin to turn into ash. He tried to get away but it was useless. The warehouse had not hiding places from the sun. The pain in my leg made me direct my gaze away from Armand and I laid back. Now I wait.

I finally got what I want. Mother was avenged. I was avenged. "I wanted to be normal." I found myself talking to no one. "I wanted to love. I wanted to feel. But that's alright, because I did." I felt my arm began to sting but didn't look. "I'm sorry Edward. I wish we could have been together."

Before I could comprehend and waited for the pain that never came.