Several days passed before I got any news. But finally, Blaine called. Well, actually, it was Emmett using Blaine's cell.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Emile. Blaine wanted me to tell you everything's fine and that he will come to see you in two or three days. Maybe more, depending on—" There was a weird noise, then:
"Sorry about that Emile. Emmett needs to learn when to 'shut up'." It was Carlisle. "Blaine will not be getting his phone back until this is all over, and, hopefully, it will end soon."
"Okay, well bye, then." I hung up.
It was a long time before anything happened. Blaine hadn't called or visited in a while, and I was beginning to worry.
One night, I woke up and glanced at my clock. It glared red at me. "Three-oh-four," I mumbled to myself.
A shadow fell across the digits momentarily—It was too fast to be human.
"B-Blaine?" My voice squeaked.
I heard a cold, female laugh and said to myself, "That's not Blaine."
"Of course not, girl," the woman said, an accusing tone in her voice as she said the word "girl".
She stood by my window, her bright red hair more than visible in the moonlight.
"So… are you Victoria?" I asked. I didn't want to allow any fear to creep into my voice.
"Why do you want to know? I'm just going to kill you anyways, seeing as your mate helped kill mine."
Her feral grin shone white from her shaded face.
"A mate for a mate, huh? Well, I, for one, say 'forgive and forget'." I inwardly gasped at myself for being so stupid. This was a very dangerous vampire that was bent on killing me, and I was being a smart-aleck!
"You need a lesson in manners, girl!" She jumped at me, but I blocked her teeth with my pillow just in time.
When she yelled in rage, I found myself glad that my mom was at work until seven in the morning.
"A pillow's not going to protect you from me!"
I'd decided to keep the mess in my room, so I promised myself I wasn't going to leave—I was going to die anyway.
She began to use her fingernails like claws, and I took that chance to do a back-flip off my bed (my mom had forced me into gymnastics—Thank you, mom!)
Once I'd landed, she had me by the throat.
"Well, I've had enough fun playing with my food. And because you were such a pain, I think I'll incapacitate you before I try to take a bite." Her grin was back for an instant before she threw me into the wall by my bed. I could've sworn I felt something crack. I could taste blood, but I'd bitten my tongue, so I wasn't sure if I was badly internally injured. I started to get up. Bad idea, for two reasons:
One: I had a broken rib or something, so I felt a stabbing pain in my side as I started to get up;
Two: Victoria wasn't done "playing" yet.
"You can still move? Not for long!" She picked me up by the throat again, and, as I struggled for air, her eyes darted around the room. She grinned at me momentarily, then threw me out the window.
At first, I was relieved to be able to breathe, but then reality sunk in. My bedroom was on the second floor, and the window was closed. I expected to be knocked out when my head made contact with the window, but I was still conscious when someone caught me before I hit the ground. Someone hard. That was when I blacked out.
OK, so I messed with Victoria's character, and I wasn't sure how she would speak or address Emile, so I turned her into an aggressive, scary lady who talks kinda funny.... lol. Please Review!