Heart of a War
Description: What was a human prone to peril is a now a vampire prone to war. This war clashes two species—both seeking bloodshed. Bella was changed for this war as a secret weapon for the Volturi. Who will win—and what side is she on?
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer rightfully owns the following characters and settings.
Chapter one: The Fire
Day 1
I screamed long after my voice evaporated. I screamed for Edward, Charlie, my mother, Alice, Emmett, Carlisle, Jasper, Esme, and even Rosalie. I screamed for anyone who would listen.
The fire was horrible. It seeped through me like water, filling all the spaces in between. I could feel this pain; hold it in my hands, or stare at it right in the eye, but I couldn't control it. I was slowly wasting away, becoming part of the other world that is unseen by the human eye. The memory of James' venom was magnified horrendously. The pain that had harassed my hand not too long ago was nothing compared to this.
Why couldn't anyone see that I was in such pain? Why couldn't they help me?
I tore at myself, giving anything to stop this—anything! I had thought this would continue forever. It would never stop. There was no light at the end of the tunnel.
No hope.
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Day 2
My self-defense had collapsed. I was numb, which resulted in no longer feeling the fire that had tormented me.
I could hear a drum in the distance. It was hardly recognizable as my own heart. The rhythm of my own melody was starting to walk away without a final goodbye.
Now paralyzed and unwilling to take in the senses around me, I realized these were my final moments.
Bah-bump…
Bah-bump…
Bah-bump…
And then silence.
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Day 3
The five senses I had held before were now exaggerated. I could taste the air. The flavor had a metallic characteristic to it. It was so foreign that it wouldn't give me permission to explain.
And what was with all the noise?
But the aroma of the dew on the walls was overpowering. It made me choke with its dampness.
Everything had a new wonder to it.
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The feeling of being watched had certain intensity to me, as I was vaguely aware of another presence in the room I was being captive in.
Edward…
My hand was now extended, reaching for everything and nothing at all.
"Edward," I finally croaked, hardly hearing my own voice. But when I opened my eyes, I saw Aro standing about eight feet away from me.
I squinted even though the room was dimly lit. This wasn't right. I sat up, wincing at the little strength I had.
"It is best if you forget everything." He said to me.