(A/N)A note to my very confused readers: In almost every review I received there was confusion over the same subject so here it goes. I know Jacob changes into a werewolf in New Moon, not Twilight. I'm just changing the whole story at one point in time, then using information beyond that point to pull something different together. If your still confused please contact me and I will explain or wait until the next chapter when it will begin to make a bit more sense. Sorry for the confusion.
And I still don't own Twilight.
The pain raged inside me like some wild beast, always on the verge of passing over the line and completely consuming me. The only escape I could see was death, which, if it should come, I would gladly welcome. Any release from this cage of pain would be welcome whether it took my life or not.
Nothing in the world existed except the pain. I heard noises somewhere beyond my control but they did not concern me, so as soon as recognition began to register in my mind, it was banished.
Just as the pain reached such a degree of intensity it was almost unrealistic, it slackened off, and then it disappeared altogether, leaving me panting. Slowly, things began to creep upon me. My senses sought out my setting with amazing accuracy. I knew where I was, what was happening nearby, and who was around me.
I opened my eyes slowly and they adjusted immediately. He smiled down at me, knowing it might take a minute for me to adjust to my new senses. He was right.
Everything seemed to overwhelm me and for a moment it was too much. I lay back down on the couch I had occupied earlier, closing my eyes.
He moved closer to my side, obviously concerned. His sweet aroma drifted slowly into my nostrils and mixed oddly with everything else. A tingling feeling spread through my nose.
My eyes shot open as I rocketed into a sitting position. Then, I sneezed. It sounded almost like a gunshot compared to the earlier silence. It took a while for the noise to die off, but by then, Edward was laughing. It was so beautiful that I couldn't help but laugh too.
Alice, moving from her previous position by the door, waltzed toward us, laughing softly. It sounded odd in contrast to Emmet, who has thundering down the stairs. He rushed up to me, snorting.
"Jeez Bella, that sounded like an avalanche"
My chagrin only made them all laugh harder.
Then, Edward was kissing me with no hesitation. His touch was no longer cool or hard neither was it soft and warm either, it seemed to be in-between and beautifully natural.
When we broke apart he smiled at me warmly. Slowly as if he had put a lot of thought into the words, he murmured "I didn't know vampires could sneeze."
The laughter began again.