Hello everybody! Its five in the morning in little old Britain and little, young Annie has had no sleep for some unknown reason (and it's not for lack of trying believe me!) so I have dragged myself away from the surprisingly incredible view from my window (I'm in Coleville, I wouldn't think that was an amazingly pretty place!) and decided to update my fanfiction. Isn't that nice. : )

I am sorry that it has been soooooo long since I last updated but I have a valid excuse. GCSE's. I didn't want to fail them so I have had no social life for ages, not that I had an amazing one before anyway. Also then I started to re-read this story to see where I was up to and my writing was really bad and I wasn't sticking to the point and basically it was crap so I re-wrote most of it which has delayed me more.

But anyway here is the chapter :D (It took me ten minutes to write this authors note, I don't know why I needed to tell you that…)

DISCLAIMER! I do not own Twilight : ((( also I do not own the poem that Jasper says in chapter 5 I think, I got that from a book but forgot to put that on the disclaimer in that chapter so yeah. : ) you can read the chapter now!

I was being burnt alive. I tried to open my eyes and after a hard effort I succeeded, however I panicked as all I could see was darkness. I realised that my eyes were firmly shut as the blobs of yellow and green were shimmering at me in front of a black background. My mind pieced together the events before I blacked out: walking in the forest, seeing Jasper, Him-attacking me.

He must have killed me, or knocked me unconscious so badly that everybody thought I was dead and now I was trapped in my own coffin in the crematorium. Unless, of course, I was in hell. That would make sense, ever since I was little I was afraid of being caught in a fire. The devil had read my thoughts and placed them in front of me. My own personal hell.

Maybe I will meet him, old Lucifer. I wonder if he has a moustache, I can't get rid of an image of the robot devil from futurama from my head. It's strange, the rest of my eternity is being arranged and I'm sitting her contemplating the appearance of the devil.

Pain stabbed at my whole body, it was a shock like when you jump into a freezing swimming pool; it attacks every pore on your body and smothers you. This was a hundred times worse. I tried to find something to concentrate on to take my focus away from the pain. I heard laughing.

"UN OEUFF! HA HA!" I heard somebody shout in a very good French accent. So Lucifer is French, interesting… I jolted with the pain. Thinking about Lucifer would not keep the agony away. I might be in a French oven, somehow, in a restaurant where the chef thinks the word "egg" is hilarious. Well, isn't this peachy. Neither options were great, actually they both sucked. My back arched with the pain and I concentrated on the people speaking.

"That's great Em." somebody said flatly, they sounded dejected.

My body writhed in anguish as the fire inside me danced itself around my organs, killing them when the song was over. It was a deadly dance; the flames depend on a partner, a host for its torturous moves. As it stamps around my veins it destroys its fellow dancers, which will eventually result in the death of the fire.

The pain increased and I clenched my hands and let out a scream. An agonised moan from beside me alerted me to their presence.

"Jasper, calm her down!" a voice snapped from the other side of me, this voice sounded familiar, it sounded like Bella but it was as if her voice had been cleaned and made prettier. It sounded like an angel's voice. I sighed and smiled as I realised that the devil had let me go and let me go to heaven.

"Um Jasper, she thinks she's in heaven, maybe that's too calm." Yet another voice said.

"Oh right, thanks" the depressed person muttered.

The spectators grew quiet again and the only sound in the room was me shouting and shrieking in pain as the acid continued the run riot in my body.

"I'm so sorry Angela" the voice filled with despondency said softly. "I don't normally use my gift this powerfully for the sake of it; I want you to understand that this is to help you"

He touched my shoulder and my body ceased to jerk in pain. The pain itself was still there, it was only slightly number but still brutally agonising, but the feel of his hand and the stillness helped. He is like a guardian angel guiding me through this pain. I wondered who this angle was. My eye sight was still down so I couldn't see my saviour.

"Who…are…you?" I screamed gasping as pain jolted through my body. I hadn't meant to scream, I meant to ask normally or as normally as I could bearing in mind what I was going through.

"My name is Jasper" he muttered after a short pause. My mind struggled to comprehend how the person who attacked me could be helping me through this ordeal. How did he help me? Stop my movements with a single touch? My body writhed as another jolt of fire roared through me. I forced my body down again but every now and then my body would jerk, as if I was a puppet on strings and I would scream. These were always accompanied by a mournful groan from Jasper.

I held out my hand and moved it around the table, searching. The pain, if possible had intensified with the movement but I found what I wanted; Jasper's hand. He whispered another guilty apology and calmed me down. I didn't know why he was apologising but I squeezed his hand in forgiveness and I heard him gap in surprise.

In the background I could hear the big booming laugh again and what sounded like an animal growling.

"Leave her alone!" a male snapped.

"I'm sorry Eddiekins!" another taunted. I heard a smack, probably around the head. I counted up the names, only Alice was absent from the Cullen's children. As soon as I thought that Jasper left my side.

"Alice, what was it?" he asked worriedly

"It's going to be soon!" she squealed/ I heard the rest of the family run into the room and crowd around the bed, I suddenly felt self conscious. Jasper chuckled to himself; the others must have looked at him funny because he explained himself.

"She's embarrassed." How did he know that? I bet I was blushing.

Emmett laughed "She's as bad as Bella!"

The rest of the conversation was drowned out by my scream. I heard faintly a number being dialled into a phone and Alice's voice speaking low and urgently. I heard the other voices, but it was as if I were under water. The pain found the strength again to worsen and my arms shot up to my head, a ting part of me was relieved to find I could still move. Blood pounded through my ears, a drum roll to my end. A car screeched into gravel and two people slammed the doors and quickly ran into the house.

"Thank goodness I didn't miss it" said a gentle voice belonging to Carlisle. My heart put on a spurt of speed and beat at an inhuman pace before stopping to a sudden stop.

I could hear in the room the quiet persisting ticking of a clock. Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock, no matter what the circumstances a clock still ticked. I should be dead.

Finished! At last two hours that took me! I was going to type the next one up but cos it took so long I'm going to relax as my shoulders are hurting : )

I would just like to say THANK YOOOOUUUU! To anybody who has reviewed this story, I have been absolutely awful at replying to them! But I want you to know that they are much appreciated and make me incredibly happy :D I have got over 30 reviews for this story which is pretty amazing considering another story of mine has got none! *hint hint* lol : ) so until next time, which shouldn't be too long, byee!

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