His body snapping and bending wildly as he shook his wrist, crying out in pain, Elijah cried, "Renesmee, help! My- my wrist-!"

"He bit you," I breathed, feeling the world double and collapse in on me. James was in the house. Elijah was bitten. Bella was downstairs alone. Bella! I couldn't leave her, but I couldn't leave Elijah, he needed help, and fast. He couldn't become a vampire!

"Elijah, I'm so sorry-" I whispered, and disappeared. Bella was important right now. I had to see if-

A scream rang through the walls.

"James!" I snarled, leaping down the stairs and coming to a stop right in front of a tall, muscular vampire with his blond hair pulled back into a pony-tail.

"Princess," he laughed. I stared in horror at Bella, who was in his grasp, squirming and crying, his hand over her mouth.

"Let her go," I whispered, voice furious.

James glanced down at Bella, and chuckled, looking back at me. His eyes were dark, dark as night, with flecks of red in them, like blood-drops. "What is this, a new addition to the Cullen vampires? I'm happy to meet you," he grinned, teeth glinting.

I had no time for this. Elijah was upstairs, poison spreading through his body, and Bella was being held by a deadly killer. "Now!" I snarled, leaping at him.

James laughed and tossed Bella aside- she screamed as she hit the floor with a painful crack. "You vampires are amazing. You really thought I'd fall for the whole plan of following her scent? It was clear she was not with beloved Edward. This is remarkably easy- two humans, one vampire. An easy fight," he chuckled.

"Oh, really?" I hissed. I jumped at him, and the fight began.

It was a blur; a dance, slow and dangerous. We became animals, eclipsed by the vampires raging inside us, and fought like beasts of myth. I swung, he jumped; I ripped, he bit. A swirl of action and pain, I fought hard, thinking of all the techniques Jasper had taught me over the years.

I was completely lost in my monster, and as I fought, I was recoiled from the reality, from the world, and only saw James, the opponent: I had to kill him. It was simple as that. No laws, no sins, only the duty to serve and a fate to finish.

As I snarled and fought, James managed to knock me away, and laugh at me as he stood over my body. "Now this is interesting. You're a vampire, yet you have blood pulsing in your veins. This makes you more... mortal, yes?" he chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "Beautiful."

"Abigail!" Bella cried. She was crouched, watching in horror as the house became broken and smashed from our fight, watching as the two vampires battled. Everything was trashed, and I hadn't felt this exhausted, this painful, in years.

"Stay away!" I croaked.

James grinned at me. "Now let me see... have you forgotten about your friend upstairs? I imagine he's in a great deal of pain right now," he reminded me coldly.

I trembled. Elijah. "Never," I spat.

"Well... it's been lovely talking with you, my dear. But I'm here for one thing, and one thing only..." He looked past me, and at Bella, who was watching us, transfixed in mingling horror and fascination.

"You won't touch her!" I roared, getting up and throwing myself at James.

Suddenly, there were snarls from all around, and James and I fell back, watching Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, Esme... they all came. They smashed into the house, looking furious, and frightening as ever.

"Edward!" Bella screamed.

The battle that followed was brief and painless: James saw the overwhelming numbers, and knew he had lost. He backed up, snarling, but Edward and Alice reached him first. Esme went over to Bella, scooping her into her arms and taking her out of the room. I was in a haze; everything was going so slowly, it was all in mute. I only saw color, and felt pain from my fight with James.

"Abigail. Abigail, where is Elijah?" Carlisle's voice came through the thick of my throbbing head. I looked ahead of me, vision blurry, and felt fear grip me. He was still upstairs. His time was almost up.

I ran upstairs as the Cullen siblings dealt with James, and threw myself into the room, staring at the floor. Elijah was there, passed out, his whole body twitching and bloody.

"He was bitten," I gasped.

Carlisle, who'd followed me, looked on in quiet horror, and grim accepting. "There is nothing we can do," he said quietly. "How long has it been?"

I panted, chest heaving, my ears ringing. "Not long!"

"Abigail, he is too far gone-"

"No!" I snarled. "There is another way!"

Carlisle gazed at me. "What?"

"I must take out the poison. I can drink it," I whispered.

My grandfather shook his head, gaze hard. "You are a vampire. Once you start, it's impossible to stop. You could kill him!"

"I have to try," I whispered, turning and falling to my knees beside Elijah's crumpled body. I felt so guilty, so unhappy... this was all my fault. If he died, if he became... I shuddered. No.

Gently, I reached down to the bite, and pressed my mouth over his wrist.

And I bit down.

I feel terribly evil sometimes. I apologize it took me a bit longer than usual to update. Life is busy as hell, and I don't have much time to write. Thanks for reading though!(: