[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.

[A/N] thanks to those of you who keep reading the story and still like it. I appreciate your support.

20

My eyes managed to adjust to the darkness. I could see outlines of the man who was sitting next to me on the pallet. His hair was light and pulled back into a short ponytail. He moaned again. "You have no idea how long I wanted you. How much I need your sweet blood."

Whenever I had foreseen this moment, I had expected myself to be screaming. I had expected the monster to make sure I would keep quiet. "You want my blood?" I asked him. "Why?"

The why had never been answered in my visions. There were a hundred ways to kill someone, maybe a thousand. Why was this man lusting after my blood? Was he a lunatic who was also a patient in this asylum? Had he escaped from his cell?

He hummed, running his nose over my throat and down to my collarbone. I wanted to move away from him, but I couldn't. I felt like I was paralyzed. My muscles cramped. "You smell so very delicious."

"Are you playing with me?"

He laughed. The sound was hurting my ears. The grip around my wrist tightened. My fingers started to prickle and turn numb. "My old friend Laurent always tells me not to play with the food." He forced my bleeding finger into his mouth again. "But it's so much fun. I can't resist it."

I tried to pull my hand back. The finger inside his mouth was burning. It was like he had burning acid instead of spit on his tongue.

The door cracked. It was made of firm steel. Still it bent like paper when someone slammed against it. From the hallway, light flooded the room. I looked into my assaulter's eyes. They were crimson. Whatever he was, this man wasn't a human. He had to be something else.

I raised my head and in the doorframe stood Isabella. It was her or her ghost, whichever of them who had come to save me now.

The monster frowned, frustrated. He gritted his teeth like a dog who was trying to keep another dog away from its prey. A prey he had chased, that was all I was to the monster next to me. He was going to consume me as if I was a bottle of wine. "This one's mine." He announced. "Stay away from her or you'll regret it."

"Paws off of her, now, James." Isabella's voice was vibrating. She roared. Like a lioness getting ready to attack, she leashed forward. The movement was fast. I could hear the table cracking when Isabella pushed James aside. He got up again so quickly. It wasn't even enough time for me to blink. Again, Isabella pushed him away. Lights flickered. It whirred around my head. I had no idea how it worked but somehow this strange, purring light seems to be coming out of Isabella. She was making this, and it was wrapping me into a tent-like safety.

Isabella pushed James out of the room. There was more roaring. I was surprised that she seemed strong enough to keep up with him. More so, it seemed like she was stronger than my attacker. "Stay away or you'll be ashes before it dawns." Isabella jumped, kicking him with so much force, the brick stones James was slammed against, crumbled. Then she closed the door and mortised the broken parts of the table against it.

"Don't be scared." She told me. "I know you must be frightened now." She pulled me against her chest. "I promise to explain everything to you later." I leaned my head against her shoulder, releasing the first full breathe since James had appeared. I was safe now. My Isabella had saved me.

She kissed my wrist. "Alice, tell me. Do you wish to be my companion forever? For now and all eternity?" Again, her cold lips touched my pulse point. I nodded weakly.

"You shall be like me," Isabella whispered. She tightened her hold around my wrist. If she continues to hold me like this, it was going to give me another bruise. Then, suddenly, sharper than a knife Isabella's teeth cut through my skin. She sucked and groaned.

Fire spread throughout me. It was painful. I cried out and tried to shake her off, but her grip was too tight. I could hear her slurping in enjoyment. The pain was in my entire arm now. It felt as if it had been set on an internal fire. I was going to be burned alive while Isabella greedily continued sucking on my wrist.

Finally, when the burning was beginning to spread into my chest area, she pulled back. She whimpered. It was like she was in pain too. Inside of me was an odd need to comfort her. I knew that the normal reaction would be to be scared. I wasn't scared at all.

If only the pain that throbbed through my entire body now hadn't been so excruciating, I would have believed this to be a dream. I was lifted up. She cradled me against her chest, mumbling words of reassurance into my ear. "It will soon be over, Alice." Her blood-smeared lips touched my cheek and the corner of my mouth. "It will soon be over. I promise."