It's not the life it seems

It was times like this that I wished that I could cross my fingers and count to ten, knowing it was just a game that I could play all over again, however, I knew that the mistake I had made was unforgivable. I, out of all people in the world, had kissed Jacob, therefore betraying Edward, along with the whole Cullen Clan.

A werewolf, a werewolf. I'd known the Cullen's long enough to know that they were archenemies, but I never wanted to be caught in all of it, I wanted to be a Virgo. Just a Virgo.

Correction: I was a Virgo caught in between a Vampire and Werewolf – the two creatures I had once upon a time believed were just to scare naughty children and make them behave.

This – of course – made me think. Would Charlie ever find out about the two secrets I held? Would he put me in an insane asylum for telling him such nonsense? It made me wonder.

Out of all things, I did not want to be seen as insane.

It was now it my life that I felt I needed Edward to embrace me into his cold, statue-like arms. The confusion in my head remained confusing me till' it found some weakness I hid. Where in the world are you Edward Cullen? Are you hiding from me? If it's for my mistake, I am truly sorry. Honestly, I am.

Closing my eyes tightly, I began to wish – so hard – that Edward would climb up my window and land in my room, but once I had opened my eyes, it was not Edward who I saw, nor was it Jacob.

I blinked, trying to make out the silhouette in front of me.

"Isabella Swan?"

I stared, bewildered.

"Yes?"

The silhouette soon exposed itself and smiled up at me. The smile was not warming, but cold – cold and evil.

Please run away, Bella.

I froze on the spot, listening to the velvet voice that spoke to me.

Bella, I mean it.

It was Edward's voice, and he was telling me to run away, but I heeded no attention to his warning, enjoying the sound of his voice. Why should I run? I love you. I thought you didn't care about me.

The next time I heard the voice, it was in pain, not physical, but emotional. Had I hurt him by refusing to do as he wished? I dearly hoped not.

Bella, I beg you. Run, find Charlie and run, and go back to Renee. You're in danger, and I can't save you. I wish I could, but I can't. I'm sorry.

As his voice faded, my heart sank like the Titanic. What in the world was he on about? I wasn't in danger. …Was I?

Lifting my head to face the small figure, I was shocked as soon as I found out whose face it was, or faces, to be more specific.

Jane, Aro and Felix.

"Its time, dear."

Run now!

My heart accelerated as soon as I realized the voice – the very voice of the person who tortured Edward. I couldn't run. My eyes began to water. Fear had sunk in. What fate was awaiting me? I tried to shrug the feeling back and spoke, fear still trembling in my voice.

"Aro?"

"Now Now, don't be rude Bella, We're all friends here"

I looked past his swirling robes to see Jane and Felix dressed the same just past him on either side and was reminded of a photograph I had seen just years earlier in Carlisle's study on a giant canvas of four Godlike figures at the time. The three figures looked so beautiful and flamboyant in their glory upon the pillars they stood upon, in which I came round to remember.

Seeing them in their beauty made me forget about the warning Edward had given me in which I should of ran. Why am I so relaxed? Why am I not scared anymore? Suddenly, I came to find that I didn't want to run; in fact I wanted to stay planted firmly to the ground that I stood on.

For gods sake Isabella Swan! Do you wish to become a member of their clan?

Hearing Edward so frustrated scared me, in which I jumped. E-e-Edward? I was lost again – in the woods. Was he angry with me? Of course he was! Was this the vision Alice had foreseen? Was I to be a Vampire? I did not know whether to be overwhelmed or in tears at this time, but clearly I didn't have a choice in the matter, seeing as Felix was making a move towards me.

"You won't feel a thing, Bella. I promise."

As Felix advanced on me – his teeth bared – my heart stopped and breathing was cut short. The room was spinning and it would not stop. I was going to die – Isabella Swan was going to be deceased in just a few seconds.

My whole life flashed in front of my eyes.

Charlie.

Renee.

Edward.

Alice.

Jasper.

Emmett.

Rosalie.

Esme.

Carlisle.

Jacob.

Moisture ran down my cheeks as I thought about those I loved and would be forced to forget. How could I ever think into wanting to be a Vampire? I knew what I had to give up, and now the time was here, I came round to realized what I'd miss the most.

Me.

I closed my eyes tightly, wishing so hard that this was just a nightmare – that it was all a nightmare. As I was held close I told myself it was Edward, protecting me from my fate, but a part of me refused to believe a lie. The feeling of statue-like hands touching my warm skin made me think of Edward, and just made this a whole lot harder than it should be because by the time this was done, I would be an enemy to him.

Cold breath touched my skin, and I felt a tingle run up my spine. He was so close, so very close, and the longer I waited, the more impatient I became. I kept thinking; get this over with. The fear inside me was slowly eating me alive, but the sooner Felix got this over with, the better off I'd be. Somehow, I could feel Felix's tension – he didn't want to do this, I just knew it. However, he did not have a choice for it just had to be done.

The human me had to die.

His bared teeth soon sank into my neck, and it was sticky. Red moisture was running down my neck, and the smell of it made the room spin. For a while all was silent, and Felix took a step back, looking at me with hungry eyes. I stared at him for a few moments, before screaming out in agony.

My whole body was on fire.

"Make it stop! Please! I'm on fire!" I cried, looking up at the trio with pleading eyes. Something about me felt wrong, and I knew very clearly that I was turning into a Vampire – a Newborn. My eyes had been said to of turned red in colour and this was true, for by the time I came to face the mirror upon the wall, my eyes were a blood red.

I shook in fear, and anger as I turned to face Aro, Jane and Felix. I wanted to spit out some foul words at them, but instead I hissed, looking very wrong in appearance. Unlike the Cullen's, I didn't look very god-like at all, nor extremely beautiful, in fact, I looked like chaos.

"Welcome to the Volturi."