DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own twilight and all of its characters, no matter how much I wish I did. But sadly, wishing for it didn't change it.
A/n: I revised the plot…. And redid it! Sorry if Bella is a little OOC, but that is how she must be for this part of the story.
Chapter 1
Bella POV
I looked around the room, trying to find anything that could help me escape. Anything, even a window. There was nothing. The room was dark, but I knew something was moving. Something with sinister red eyes that were glowing. And that something was sauntering towards me. Sauntering forwards with silent steps. I backed farther into the corner I was hiding in. in my haste to hide, I had effectively trapped myself. There was no way out now. A tall figure loomed right over me, and I suddenly felt pain. Burning pain spreading swiftly from my shoulder. I screamed. I must be dying. No one could live through this. No one, not even me.
The pain was unbearable. It felt like it would never end. Someone in the distance was screaming, loud shrill screams. My throat felt dry and like the rest of me, felt like it was on fire. The screaming stopped. And slowly, the pain got smaller and smaller. Then it stopped altogether. I forced my eyes open, and I found myself in empty and dark room. The lighting was dim, and a window on the far wall had moonlight peeking through. So it was nighttime. My clothes were drenched. I tried to figure out where I was. The only thing I remembered was cowering in a corner, and a shadowed figure with red glowing eyes. And the fire. I must be dead. I tried to find a pulse on my wrist. Nothing. Not even a tiny thump. That confirmed the dead theory. I felt a burning in the back of my throat. I swallowed, hoping the saliva in the back of my throat would help. It didn't. Instead, it only made it worse. Ugh. Suddenly a wave of some delicious smell hit my nose. It made my mouth water. I jumped through the window, breaking it. But not one shard of the glass imbedded itself in my skin. But I didn't care. I wanted that smell. No, I needed that smell. As soon as my small feet hit the ground, I took off running to the smell, the trees whipping back at alarming rates. My feet somehow knew where they were going, and I came across a campfire and a few tents. The smell was strong. I inhaled deeply. I couldn't resist it any longer. I pounced.
I found myself standing in the middle of five corpses, and blood dribbling from my mouth. No! I must be in hell. no, no, no, no, NO! This can't be happening! I pulled at my hair in frustration, and nothing happened. No hair strands came out and no pain. "Why did this have to happen to me?" I mumbled to myself.