Disclaimer: Do I own Twilight? ...NO. Unfortunately...

A/N: Okay! Victoria has bitten Bella. What ever will she do with her? Will Edward ever get any better at tracking? (I know the answer to that one! Answer: No, he won't. The one thing he actually doesn't thrive at.) Just what does Victoria have up her sleeve?

Well, READ ON!

CHAPTER THREE

WAKING UP

BPOV

The fire was unbearable. I couldn't stand it. I was bleeding constantly and I felt like just dying. Suddenly I could no longer feel the ground under me. I could feel the air past around me and I felt like I was flying. Perhaps I was arriving at heaven, but alas no. I could feel myself being wrapped up by two cold arms.

The pain came back full force and I had no idea how to stop it. I wouldn't be able to take this any further, I was too weak. I couldn't lift my arms or anything. Everything hurt. I let out a blood-curling scream. The fire was reaching head and hitting it fully. I forced my arms up to claw at my head and yank at my hair trying to put it out. Nothing worked.

I was bleeding too much and I could feel it all over my face and over my chest. It was sticky and hot, smelling of iron and salt. I would've thrown up if it hadn't been for the fire inside me that was distracting me. I just kept my eyes closed.

The fire intensified and I felt myself slipping away once again into a dream…or a nightmare. At first I was seeing Edward and the rest of the Cullens with me again. We were happy like nothing bad had ever happened, like nothing bad would ever happen.

We were just sitting on the couch in the Cullens home talking amongst ourselves. Just talking. I know it didn't seem like much but with them things were…right. Like everything in the world was in order and nothing was misplaced. Except I was terribly wrong.

As we were chatting everything took a different turn. I was sitting comfortable in Edward's lap when all of a sudden I started bleeding on both arms. I couldn't feel any pain from it but I could almost smell the blood. I jumped up off Edward's lap and stood in front of them. We went from peacefully talking and laughing and then all of them…even Carlisle, tried to attack me.

Their eyes so pitch black that it was like looking into an abyss or a raging black hole. Edward was the maddest of them all. He looked like a true predator. He was growling at me and crouching in front of me like he was stalking his prey.

The bleeding continued and I was frozen still. I couldn't move. I just kept staring at him wide-eyed. Would he attack me? Would he kill me? I asked myself. That was when my instincts kicked in. I ran as fast as I could and out of that house. I ran into the woods, I knew I couldn't outrun them but I had to try.

I ran so far, so fast that my legs gave out when I saw a white blur circling me. I kept trying to keep up with the blur but my eyes couldn't detect a solid location. I started to get up when a stone-like wall knocked me to the ground. I felt my ribs bruised and everything else ache. Being pinned down by something I realized too late that it was Edward.

He inhaled my scent and skimmed his nose lightly on my neck. He breathed in and in a low, predatorily manner he said, "Blood, sweet sweet blood." I tried to move but I couldn't and all too late he harshly bit down on my neck. It hurt so much and the pain overtook me. I realized it was a nightmare but the pain was so real.

The venom really was working its way through my system and slowly killing me but not entirely, making me want to beg for death. Everything was worse as the fire increased in motion. I couldn't stop it.

It was like lava was smashing into me in large waves, burning me into oblivion. Clawing at the skin, I couldn't escape it. I thought about everyone. Renée, Phil, Charlie, and my friends at school. Angela. Jessica. Mike. Mostly Angela.

She was such a great friend to me. I'll never see her again, I thought as the realization set in through the pain I was suffering through. Never seeing Renée and Charlie hurt more than I thought and it wasn't what I was expecting.

I felt like I was on a cloud. I was lying in something soft but I couldn't really pinpoint what it was. I just kept twisting and turning from the pain of the fire that hit my lower body. I curled into a ball to try and minimize the pain.

The last people I thought about were the Cullens. I thought of each and every one of them. In my mind, they were no longer like the ones in the nightmare but rather like they were in real life.

Memories of school and the past year went through my mind. Meeting him in Biology. The car that nearly killed me. The Meadows. His family. The softball game. James. The ballet studio. The hospital. My….birthday.

Another surge went through me as I thought of Edward. I tried to remember each detail of his face. His strong chiseled jaw, his bright topaz eyes and his tousled bronze hair. The image started out strong up then started fading away and then it all went dark.

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I woke up not knowing where I was. My mind was coming up a blank. Where am I? When is it? How'd I get here? What a minute…who am I? I have no idea who I am or where I am. I don't think that's good.

I was currently in a room lying on a bed. The sheets were covered in blood…is it my own? I got up to go to the window and try to figure out where I was. All I saw were green. Green trees, green grass, green moss…green everywhere. Okay so that wasn't helpful. I tried accessing my memories but I got nothing. All I got was a huge frustration from not being able to find anything out.

I looked around the room trying to see if anything could give me a hint about where I was. All I knew was that I was alone in a cabin next to a blood-soaked bed. The possibilities aren't good.

I, for some reason, could hear the animals outside. What the hell is wrong with me? I can't be hearing animals. I don't have that great of a hearing. It's just noise in my head.

I paced around the room for about an hour before I thought about leaving the room. But what could be on the other side? It couldn't be horrible right?

I let my mind wander at all the reasons as to why I was sleeping in a bed fully drowned in blood. It couldn't be mine. I tried to reason with my mind. I have no cuts on me, no open wounds. But I am covered in blood.

What if I was kidnapped? And the kidnapper is on the other side waiting for me so they could kill me?! I thought frantically. What about my family? Do I even have one? Do they miss me? Have they even noticed that some crazy killer just kidnapped me only to dispose of my body in the middle of the woods in a cabin?!

You haven't been kidnapped.

I ignored the voice that spoke and started panicking and breathing rather quickly. I controlled myself quickly and I put my hand over my heart. I moved my hand away and then placed it back in the same spot. What the hell? No heartbeat? Is this some sick joke? Did I die? ...Oh my god, I'm dead! That explains the memory loss….right?

No it doesn't you idiot.

Well, how am I supposed to know? No memory, remember?

I'm you, meaning I don't remember either but at least I have common sense.

Well, sooorrrryyy! I told the voice sarcastically.

Great, not only do I not remember anything but I'm also fighting with the voice in my head. Aren't I just perfect?

I felt a burning in the back of my throat interrupt my thoughts. I couldn't get rid of it and I tried clawing at my throat. It wouldn't lessen nor leave and I couldn't figure out why. I felt…thirsty. I needed to drink something.

I couldn't stay in this room anymore, not with this burning in my throat. I ran towards the door and half a second flat I was right in front of it. WHOA. How'd that happen?

I was distracted by the weird occurrence that just happened that I didn't hear the doorknob turn. Once I heard the door creak as it opened I moved quickly using the strange speed I just developed to get across the room to the corner furthest away from the door. Did I always have this speed? Did I move this fast everywhere I went?

I stared at the door as t slowly opened revealing a person coming through. She didn't seem to look up at me yet but I just stared at her openly.

A redheaded lady came in and then she closed the door behind her. Her hair red, like fire and she walked with grace. Her hair flowed naturally down her back and her skin was pale white like mine. Her eyes a strange red color that made a shiver travel down my spine. I had no idea who see was. No recollection whatsoever. I felt weird though. Maybe I did know her, but no memories flashed in my mind.

"Isabella?" she asked warily. Isabella? Was she talking to me? Could she be someone important to me?

"Is that my name? Do you know me?" I asked. I wanted to know how she knew me. Maybe she's a friend. It's possible that I overreacted and wasn't kidnapped.

Of course not. I've been trying to tell you that from the beginning.

Shut up!

Make me….

"Yes it is," she said slowly. "Do you not remember your name?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No, I don't. I don't even remember where I am much less who I am." I told her. Maybe she could help me. "Could you tell me who I am?" I was a little worried at the beginning. I mean who wouldn't when they're along in a cabin possibly in the middle of the woods.

Once she took in the information, a smile appeared on her face. "Of course, sweetie." She seemed nice. If only I knew who she was.

"May I ask who you are and how I know you? I wouldn't want to be rude and call you 'Red' or something like that…" she laughed and nodded.

"Sure." she grinned. "My named is Victoria…and I'm your mother."

A/N: WTF? I know...what's up with Victoria? And what is she up to? Creepy stuff…Please update. You know you want to. I'll love you for it.

--Elizabeth--