I did begin to write this story a while ago, but writers block and months of coursework left it forgotten. I deleted the old version and have made a second attempt at writing it. Please be patient, new chapters are on their way!

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No copyright intended, all credit given to Stephenie Meyer, the creator of these characters.
I'm just having a little fun with the plot.

The meadow scene, New Moon

"Please," I gasped.

Laurent shook hid head, his face kind. "Look at it this way, Bella. You are very lucky I was the one to find you."

"Am I?" I mouthed, faltering back another step.

Laurent followed, lithe and graceful.

"Yes," he assured me. "I'll be very quick. You won't feel a thing, I promise. Oh, I'll lie to Victoria about that later, naturally, just to placate her. But if you knew what she had planned for you, Bella…" He shook his head with a slow movement, almost as if in disgust. "I swear you'd be thanking me for this."

I stared at him in horror.

He sniffed at the breeze that blew threads of my hair in his direction. "Mouthwatering," he repeated, inhaling deeply.

I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edwards furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I'd built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn't matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you.

Through my narrowed eyes, I saw the leap from Laurent that covered the small gap between us. I stumbled backwards in an attempt to escape, unable to keep my balance as my doomed fate approached me with every passing second. Afraid to watch as he stalked closer, I turned away, covering my face with my hands as I had once done in the Ballet Studio, a lifetime ago. And Edward, whose growls were now so loud it felt like my head would explode with the noise, would never know what had happen to me. Stupid to think he would care, anyway, he might never even know I'd died...

A sharp stabbing pain in my right arm meant it was nearly over, but something wasn't right. This wasn't quick, like he'd promised. I'd been crouched on the ground, my heart pounding in my ears, before I'd realised that Laurent was gone. I opened my eyes in bewilderment.

What had happened?

An excruciatingly painful sensation began travelling up my right arm. It stunned me to the ground, but I was still able to see what was happening around me.

A large, black bear was tearing what must be Laurent to shreds. How could this be happening? How could that bear-the super bear-oversized as it was, be hurting Laurent?

Through my bewilderment, the pain struck as the venom began to creep up my arm. Forgetting everything apart from the urge to escape the pain, I tried to attract the commotion towards me. Either of them could finish me off, I didn't care; I just couldn't tolerate the pain that was coursing through my body. I'd rather die than feel it, but my attempts to end my life were in vain.

It was dragging Laurent's torn body out of the meadow, away from me. I cried out. It couldn't leave me here like this! Why wasn't it coming for me? I was a far easier meal that Laurent, and far tastier at that!

Trapped in the raging conflict that was happening inside my body, I was left alone in the meadow as the beast vanished into the shadows. I screamed aloud, trying to bring it back. Anything to stop the pain. It felt like I should be dying, but also like I never would.

Alone and scared, never to see those of who I loved again, I burned beneath the canopy of the forest.