Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does. Nor do I own the song lyrics (All These Thing That I've Done by The Killers.)

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A scream rippled through out the black room. A young girl writhed in pain, her heart beating faster and faster... Someone just let me die, just kill me now! She thought, panting heavily. Fire erupted throughout her body, her insides on fire and her throat erupting with excruciating thirst. I just want to die, anything is better than this. Not only did she feel on fire, but a thousand knives stabbed her body all over. More screams escaped from her mouth. They soon stopped for she realized yelling did nothing to reduce the agony she endured.

It continued like this for who knew how long. There was nothing else to concentrate on; she couldn't think of anything but the suffering and torment.

Finally, only some of the pain subdued. Slowly fading from the tip of her toes and fingers, the pain decreased. Sounds entered her ears. She could hear screams coming from somewhere else. How far, she didn't know. The audible sound of someone speaking smoothly to a terrified one was also clear. Where were these noises coming from? She couldn't figure that out. She could hear her heart beat, as scary as that thought was. It was pumping slowly, steadily. It felt so, so strong.

However, her thoughts were discarded as the burning sensation in her heart reached another level. Oh, would she do anything to trade the agony she felt now for the misery that she felt just seconds ago. That wasn't the only terrible thing that occured. Her throat exploded with desire for liquid. She longed to fulfill the yearning, her hands attempting to grasp her throat. But she was too weak.

Then her heart bursted. She could feel the fire concentrating on that tiny area of her body, ready to shred it to pieces... This was the most anguishing and unbearable paroxysm that she felt through this entire process, this entire transformation. And then her heart stopped pumping. Could she open her eyes? She would try.

Then a picture flashed through her eyes. She could see a man, a tall and mightman. His skin was as pale as the moon, his hair blonde and curly. He stood tall and unmoving on a hill, facing towards the huge fire that blew billows of smoke in the crisp, blue sky. Then he turned around, his face hard and cold. She let let out a loud gasp. He was beautiful, but she couldn't pay much attention to that. His eyes were blood red.

The scene faded. Her eyes adjusted fairly easy to the dark room in front of her. But the room wasn't black to her. Thousands of different colors, so sharp and defined aligned themselves across the room. Nothing was familiar, where was she? What was she doing here? Who was she?

The only thing she knew was that she was called Alice. That was her name, the only thing she knew about herself. Thousands of more questions played themselves in her head. Who was that man? Did he know she saw him? Was he imaginary? No. Alice pushed that thought out of her head. He was real.

Until then, Alice paid no heed to the violent frenzy inside her throat. As it grew and grew, the only thing that she could focus was how parched she was. Any thoughts of the man disappeared. Quenching the thirst was the only thing that occupied her mind.

She heard footsteps. The turning of locks, the beat of the heart, the warm blood rushing through the veins. And the scent. There was nothing else in the world more lovely then the smell of whoever it was behind the door.

"Hello? Is anyone in there? I heard yelling earlier," came a gruff and deep voice.

Alice licked her lips. She wanted to eat him, she wanted to drink his blood. Nothing else in the world matter. In less than one millisecond, she composed herself into a crouch. Come, come and fulfill my thirst.

"Ma'am, are you..." his eyes widened as light poured in the room. In his eyes, she was devastatingly gorgeous. Her pose startled him, though. She growled at him and looked ready to pounce, like a lioness ready to attack some poor creature in the middle of the savannah. "You're, you're... Ah!" He yelled as something incredibly hard hit him forcefully to the ground. He groaned, his eyes widening as he focused on the crimson irises. They were the last thing he saw as something sharp pierced his neck. Then he could see nothing more.

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Alice glanced down at her white clothes, stained with blood. That was satisfying.

Then another scene popped inside her eyes: She was running away from what seemed like a cluster of box-like buildings. That was probably where she was. So that's what she would do. There was something inside her that told her to trust these, these visions inside her head. They were the only thing she had.

Quickly kicking the dead body of the man besides her (who smashed against the wall), she ran through the hallway, her senses sharpened at everything around her. She followed several corridors till seeing a large door. She left through that and felt a gush of wind blow past her body. She was outside in an open field, the whole area surrounded by a large fence.

She could leap past the wall. It would be a piece of cake.

The steady breathing and chatters inside the several buildings were all a buzz to her now. The parched throat she held earlier was relieved when she drank that man's blood. It felt so good. But she wanted more. She concentrated on the chatter inside one of the smaller buildings. Guessing from the amount of voices she heard along with the breathing, there were probably three of four people inside. She smelled their lovely fragrance as the wind blew it through their open windows. It would be no problem for her to make a small detour before her escape.

So Alice quietly slipped back into the building, ready to drink more of that delicious blood just waiting for her.

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An hour later, body full of satisfaction, a pixie-like woman sped at an inhuman pace of the desert in front of her. She needed to get away from whatever place she just was... It gave her terrible feelings and she couldn't bear it any longer. There were now four people dead in order to fulfill her selfish desires.

Even as she was running, she could concentrate on her thoughts. A slow trickle of guilt began to make itself known in her body, but the gratification of finally feeling well-fed attempting to brush the negative feelings away.

But they couldn't. What had she done? Why did she do it? Alice didn't know how to answer these questions. So she kept on running, kept on leaving the place that frightened her in the back of her mind. She had expected to get tired from all this running, but she didn't ever feel the need to stop. This surprised and scared her at the same time. She couldn't remember anything till this day. Her first memory was of that mysterious man. Who was he? So many questions ran back and forth in her mind.

At last, small-town lights appeared a few miles ahead. Alice slowed down to a walk, her mind solely focusing on finding out what was going on.

She could run at an inhuman pace, she never got tired, she was so strong, and she drank human blood.

What kind of creature was she?

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AN: I hoped you liked this chapter as well! Oh God, it was SO SO hard to write. I had to look at Breaking Dawn to observe how Bella felt during her transformation, as well as the Twilight Lexicon to get a better feel of how it would feel to be a real vampire. Not one that was as super prepared as Bella, haha.

Anyways, please review and tell me what you think of this story so far!