Chapter Three

Bella's P.O.V.

If I thought I had felt pain before, I was wrong. There has never been a pain in my life that has been as uncomfortable as this one. It felt as if there was a fire burning through every vein, every artery, in my body. My eyes wouldn't open, I wouldn't allow them to. I didn't want to see myself burning.

My hands searched around for water as the burning sensation fulfilled every inch of my body. My breath was uneven, and my screams were muffled by a pair of cold hands. Wait, cold hands! I opened my eyes. Even they were on fire too.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. The lime green walls brought on a headache I couldn't feel over the burning of my body. My eyes looked onto the vampire standing over me, worry on his face. It wasn't somebody I had seen before. I instantly regretted I opened my eyes. Instead, I could pretend it was Edward's cool hands comforting my pain, putting out the fire.

"You're awake." The vampire stated. He didn't put emphasis on it, or emotion. He just said it, very blasé also.

This vampire shocked me. Was he a vampire? His skin was the same shade as mine, maybe a bit darker. His hair was blonde. Pale blonde. But what stood out was his eyes. His eyes were as a blue ocean, with everlasting water. It was like I could see into his eyes with no ending. They were beautiful. He couldn't be a vampire. But his skin, it was so cold. Just like Edward's.

"Hello," he said to me, smiling. His smile reminded me of Mike Newton. Why would I be thinking of Mike at a time like this?

"How are you?"

"In pain," I responded, the fire seething through to my words.

"Ah, sweet, sweet, Bella, that is to be expected. Transformation just wouldn't be transformation without a bit of pain!"

Despite the fire, the heat overwhelming my body, tears formed in my eyes. I was changing. I would be a vampire next time I saw Edward. He wouldn't be the one to change me. The physical pain hurt less then the emotional pain. Edward would be mad, disappointed. Maybe happy? I couldn't predict his emotion. It would be a shock.

"I'm changing," I stated, in the same tone he had before.

"Yes, you are. You seem to be doing it quite well also. I am proud, Isabella." Was their a way to transform that wasn't well?

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"I know much about, Ms. Swan. I know you were born in Arizona. I know you attend Forks High School, and your high school sweetheart was Edward Cullen."

"Was?"

"Precisely. I think I would rather have you for myself. Try to change that, and I kill the Cullen's."

My world has taken a drastic change. The sudden stress made me go into a state where I was awake and aware, but too lost in thought to notice anything.