The pain was different then the first time she had suffered

The pain was different from the first time I had suffered from a bite. When James's venom had spread, it started slowly, like an ache that became an itch. But this was different, yet strangely welcome. I'd rather this pain, a pain that spread through my veins like wildfire, than a pain that erupted from the hole in my chest whenever I was reminded of him.

As soon as I felt the daggers, which I recognized as Victoria's teeth, sink into my skin, I was ablaze. I could almost feel the venom spread through the pipe work that was my veins. The daggers struck again at my two wrists, but it felt like a pinprick compared to the hell I was experiencing for the second time of my existence.

I felt the rush of wind passing around me before I found myself being laid on a soft material. I barely noticed this though, as I tried to concentrate on this strange, inhuman screeching that was filling my eardrums.

"Shh, Bella, its okay. I'm here for you; only three days. You're strong, you can do this!" Victoria whispered silent reassurances to me, and I realized, with horror, that the high pitched keening was my screams.

Years seemed to pass, yet Victoria never left my side. She held my hand and never released it, even when I screamed and cursed at her to go to hell. I couldn't understand why she didn't just kill me. I had been through so much, I just wanted out of this horrible world.

I must have been trying to bargain with her forever, until my vision began to narrow. I felt as if I were heading through a dark tunnel. The pain was still present, but momentarily, my fear ruled my body. My brain had always been frightfully perceptive, so it only made sense that I would realize the fatigue that conquered my emotions. I crept into the blackest darkness imaginable, but at this moment, my mind was at peace.

On the first day, I lost my voice.

I awoke from my restless slumber with a scream in my throat. I opened my mouth, my lips forming the shapes of a screech, but no sound came out. Relief radiated from Victoria.

"Don't worry, only two more days Bella. You've been doing so well, so don't give up!" I admired Victoria's loyalty to me, but I was convinced it was only out of guilt. Why would a vampire want anything from me, besides my blood? Was this how she was getting her revenge on Edward, by making me an eternal nuisance to him?

Jealousy flooded my heart and left my body polluted with it; at least Victoria knew that James loved her. Even though she was alone in this world, she at least knew someone had cared for her.

Much to my relief, my thoughts were overwhelmed by the burning of my skin, leaving me unable to think straight. I clawed at my arms, where the pores were struggling to sweat the remaining fluids out of my body. Victoria held me in her lap, her arms around my chest, acting like a straightjacket.

Tears fell down my face, blurring my already poor vision. I couldn't feel her anymore, the pain was numbing anything other than itself, but I knew Victoria was there, wiping away my tears.

No matter what her reasons for this kindness was, I was forever indebted to Victoria. She kept me from hurting myself. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the urge to claw out of my skin. I wanted nothing more than to scream at the fiery haired witch that held me. I still couldn't figure what kind of interest I was to her.

I crept back into a sleep, into a horrible dream. I was quickly awakened and flew into spasms of unending torture. No matter how much I tried, the darkness wouldn't overcome me again.

On the second day, I lost my sleep.

"This is the third day Bella. The worst is over!" Victoria was ecstatic, but I couldn't see why. My senses were slowing coming back to me; only they seemed to be improved; at least a thousand times more sensitive. Smells came from everywhere and the sound of my heartbeat echoed in my ear.

I noticed for the first time that I was lying in a room, on top of a vast bed. Sunlight filtered through a large window, its rays cascading onto my outstretched arm. My skin, which seemed paler than my already translucent tone, reflected the light meekly, sending a small amount of sparkles around the room, although it didn't amount to how Edward had looked...

My weak heartbeat quickened slightly before returning to its normal, painfully slow, rhythm. It was frightening, knowing that it was an indication of my death.

After a bout of painful silence, I closed my eyes, realizing that my end was near; death would take me within the next hour.

"Its okay sweetie, you'll be fine. Just imagine it Bella; eternity is waiting for you." Victoria whispered lightly in my ear, and I smiled slightly. I remembered my friends, my family, and last of all Edward. It still pained me to think of him, but the dull fire in my veins comforted me some.

Then it happened. Intuition told me that I was holding my final breathe. Edward, I love you. I thought my final, human, thought, as I released the air that I was holding. My heart went silent, and I plunged, yet again, into the awaiting darkness.

On the third day, I lost my life

A/n: Okay, I just want to reassure you guys, I'm not abandoning my other fics. I'm currently working on them, but this chapter was just nagging at my mind, so I had to write this. I'm hoping I captured the changing process, I'm not sure, but any feedback is appriciated!

This could have been a thousand times better, I would take breaks and think of a flippin amazing line that would work in this chapter, and then I would forget it as soon as I reached the computer! So annoying! Thanks for all of the Alerts and Reviews! I love you guys!