Previously:

But before he got the chance to say anything there was a knock at the door. I decided to get it since Esme was in the back tending to the beautiful garden. Right when I was about a foot away from the door, it literally flew off the hinges. In that split second, I felt a throbbing pain in my right shoulder. The force of the door slamming into the right side of my body knocked me off of my feet and onto the small wooden table that held my purse. Then, my torso began to ache with unbearable pain to the point where I couldn't even looked down to see what was wrong with it. The last thing that I heard before I blacked out was a feminine voice, giggling from the doorway.

"Knock, knock…" Her laughter caused fear to course through my body and I passed out.

Now:

I'm not sure what happened after I fainted, but the Cullens must've taken care of Victoria because whatever I was laying on was as soft as a cloud. I don't think Victoria would care much about my comfort. I tried to open my eyes and find out where I was, but I was met with no response. My mind was very awake; however my body hadn't caught up yet. I could feel my feet though. I wiggled my toes, hearing their crackle as a retort. As time passed, I just laid there waiting for my brain to gain control of my body. Eventually, I could move my arms and legs to rid them of their stiffness and a little while later, I could open my eyes.

I opened my eyes to be greeted with the same amount of darkness. I sat up, releasing a ragged breath. It really hurt to move in any way, shape, or form. Particularly my torso. I looked around in the darkness trying to get my eyes to adjust, but nothing in the room got any more visible. Suddenly, the door opened and a stream of light flooded in from the hallway. Whoever opened the door turned the light on, but my eyes were still adjusting from the darkness.

"Edward, wh-" Was all that got out before my head snapped to the left against the force of someone's hand. Since I was sitting on the edge of the bed, I flew to the floor, groaning as my shoulder and ribs slammed against the ground.

"Do I look like Edward to you?" Victoria screamed at me. Anger raced through me, replacing the anticipated fear. Anger at the Cullens for not being able to save me and anger at me for not being able to save myself.

"Oh, it's you. Hello, Victoria." I said politely as I got off of the floor, using the bed for leverage. She just smiled at my greeting. "You finally came back for your revenge?" I asked, hoping she'd be able to save me from myself.

"… Something like that." She replied, as she stalked towards me. When she reached me, she grabbed the back of my head, pulling my hair downwards causing me clench my teeth against the pain. "So, I was thinking…" She cooed into my ear from behind me.

"Oh, well, that's certainly a start for you." I retorted. I was rewarded with another pull, this one much more aggressive. I cried out as my back arched against my will and I now looked into her eyes.

"Now that I have your attention, I was thinking. Killing you would be much too easy. Effortless. And I'm the type of woman that appreciates the complications that life throws at me." I rolled the hell out of my eyes at this.

"So, you decided to bore me to death with your life story?" I chuckled at my own little joke. Surprisingly, she laughed with me.

"Actually, I decided to make sure that your life story never ends." All of a sudden, it wasn't funny anymore.

"Where's the fun in killing you when I can watch you die every day at the loss of your stupid 'mate', who doesn't even realize the meaning of the word?" For the first time since I'd met Edward, I was scared. I always had faith that Edward would protect me, no matter what it was from. I always knew that his love for me would keep me safe. Even when he left, my hallucinations of him made me feel like he still cared enough to watch over me and make sure that I never got hurt. But, at this moment, I had never been so afraid for my life. Not afraid of dying. But of life as the undead. The very thought made me wanted to beg and grovel for Victoria's sympathy and forgiveness. I was prepared to do just that until she spoke again.

"But, not today." I released a breath that I didn't even know was stuck in my throat and thanked God for saving even the smallest bit of her humanity.

"I want you to suffer first." I'm sorry, what humanity? "Edward will go insane knowing that you'll become the monster that he convicts himself of being every single day. That's why he won't change you, am I right?" She threw me on the bed by my hair and I scooted backwards until my back was pressed against the headboard. Afraid to say something to change her mind, my silence filled the space where I think she was expecting a response. She began strolling towards me.

"If I'm wrong, I see no point in waiting so I guess—"

"Yes! You are right. You're correct." I all but yelled back at her. She smirked, but didn't stop walking towards me. I stopped breathing again.

"Well, we'll just have to wait to see what I decide, won't we?" She was about six inches from my face. Her sickly sweet breath invaded my nostrils, making me want to pass out right then and there. But, I guess she read my mind.

"Sweet dreams, Isabella." She whispered before her fist sent me to the stars.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: MESSAGE! Sorry it's so short, but I couldn't find a good place to stop the story. Don't worry though. Because the next chapter is going to be A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! See you very soon!