Hello! :) I'm so sorry for the long wait, but FF wouldn't let me add another chapter! -.- I won't waste your time with mindless blabber, so why don't we just cut to the chase;

DISCLAIMER: All recognizable characters are not mine; what I own, is my imagination, whatever character you haven't heard of before, and this awesome cookie I'm munching on... ;)

WARNING: If you are under 18, I advise you skip the part I have framed with an 'M-rating starts here'. Mentions of rape, abuse, and violence. I advise against reading the part if you can't handle it. I don't do too graphic scenes, but this one is a little more to the graphic side, instead of the mention-side... Sorry :)

I promise, this story isn't all dark and sinister; there'll be happy times soon :D

I hope you like this chapter, even if it took one hell of a long time for me to post it. :)

- Lu

Song: Eye of the tiger - Survivor

BPOV

I went into the woods; there would be a bigger possibility of surviving in a cave there than living on the streets. I found a small cave besides a very small pond. None the less I had a place to wash myself, and find water that was somewhat drinkable. In the daytime I was on the streets again, trying to find some work. But in the 1600s not many girls from the streets could get work.

Only once was I lucky. The family needed a babysitter for their three children. I took the job gladly even though the payment was terrible; less than one cent pr. two weeks. At least I had a place to be, I was provided with a bed that was somewhat better than the one I had had at James and Amelia's small house. But I was happy because I got a little food and the children were really not bad to work with.

But it didn't last long, that job. One month.

One month was all I got. Because I refused to have sex with the man in the house. He threw a temper tantrum and I was hit across the cheek. That was when I really started becoming afraid. I crept into the corner, just like the first time James came into my room.

You can guess what happened. This man was just another James. The next day I left early in the morning and I never looked back once. I took what little money I had and saved them in the cave that was more like a home than anything else. I was too afraid to dare going back to my parents' house. I did not dare to go to my Grandparents' house. I stayed in the woods in the nighttime and roamed the streets in the day time. I never used the money I had found in my parents' house. They were the only thing I had left besides the crest and the ring.

Also I found a pair of earrings my Mother had, and I took those with me too.

I wanted to have them on, but I had no holes to them. But it felt like having a piece of my Mother with me all the time if I held them. So I clenched my eyes shot and pierced my own ears.

It took me a while to stick the earring through the skin. I screamed out in pain more than once and cried. But I went through with my plan.

Now I had my Mothers earrings and it truly felt like I carried a part of her always. I took great care of the wounds. I couldn't afford for there to be infection. So I washed my earlobes every day and was careful not to become dirty. I succeeded.

I turned the earrings around as much as I could, to not make the ears heal around the stick. That wouldn't be good. I thanked my lucky star that my Mother had told me something about when she got her ears pierced. How she handled it. I was forever grateful for the knowledge, because I could have my Mother's earrings with me always.

I had my Mother's earrings, my Papa's family crest and the engagement ring my Papa gave my Mother. I didn't wear the ring or the crest. And I kept my hair down always; I didn't want to be victim of thieves. I stayed out of trouble but I was only barely surviving. Mostly I lived of fish I caught myself, or fruit I could find. I lost weight so fast I thought it might be impossible. But I never caught a disease which in itself was a miracle. And I never died of starvation. Which was another miracle. I was a good survivor.

Until I was 17 years old, I lived on the street, barely living through the day.

I didn't have such a great life, but the good memories I had, I would keep forever. I remembered them clearly. But the unpleasant ones were just as clear. If not clearer. I had suffered a great deal of pain in my life, and it was yet to be over.

When I was 17 years old I had experienced what not many had in their entire lifetime. I had been abused and raped, I had lost my entire family, I had been pregnant; I had lived on the streets, in a cave, on a floor. I had earned all of 2 cents in my time on the planet called Earth, and I had experienced all of this in a matter of 4 years. During 4 years had I lived the life of an 80 year old. If an 80 old had ever experienced what I had.

But I learned to take the sour with the sweet and make the best out of my life. A day in December 1693 I was on the streets again, looking for food and water. I had a stray by my side; the dog had followed me whenever I came to the city and would stay by my side until I returned to the woods. I named him Felix; he looked like a Felix.

"Felix, this is the worst time of my life. And I have been through a whole lot. I wish we had a better place to be. If I ever get out of this evil cycle, I will take you with me." I said to him. He was a sweet and loyal dog. Why he was on the streets in the first place was beyond my belief. But I was happy for the company he provided, and I always looked forward to see him.

For some reason he would not follow me in the woods.

Felix was anxious the whole day- that day in December. He had his tail between his legs, and he whimpered and looked frightened around all day. I should have taken it as a warning; get out of the city and stay in the cave. But I didn't.

The snow fell around me in heavy flakes and doubled the already thick layer of snow that covered the ground. My shoes were thin and worn out and I was freezing. Never had I experienced such extreme cold, and it was unnerving to say the least. My clothes were as thin, if not thinner, as my shoes and I was soaked to the core. Felix was so close beside me that his wet fur clung to my leg. Nobody was out. Only one or two people walked past us, but they hurried and then I was alone. Only me and Felix in the snow-covered, dark streets of London.

I stroked Felix's fur as we made our way through the almost impassable weather. Felix whimpered and I stopped.

"What is it Felix?" I whispered to him. He looked me in the eyes; his were big and fearful. I hugged him and felt the shiver through his body.

I got up and walked further. Until I heard a voice. It was a beautiful and yet terrifying sound.

"Stop, young one." He said. I froze with fear. Every part of me told me to run away like a frightened deer. But my body would not react to my common sense. Slowly I turned around and gasped at what I saw.

"W-what are you?" I whispered. Never had I seen such a beautiful face. But I recognized the face, but only slightly. There was a trace of the same features as the ones James had.

He smiled at me; the same evil, dangerous smirk James wore. I gasped.

"J-James?" His smirk disappeared as fast as it appeared. I took that as a yes.

He had black eyes, but they had a hint of red in them. You almost couldn't catch it. But I was observant, I had always been. That was how I was raised. That is probably the same reason I could recognize him.

"Isabella. Come here now." He used the same voice as he did whenever he would come to my room. It meant danger. I knew it was James, and that he knew my name only confirmed my fear. But I still didn't understand how he had become so beautiful.

I turned on my heel, and ran. I ran the fastest I could; Felix right beside me. I could hear a dangerous laughter behind me, and I turned to the left, into an alley. It was dark and smelled like dead people. I hid there, with Felix right beside me.

He came into the alley. My breathing and heart-rate spiked up. How did he find me?

"Oh Isabella? I know you are in here. Do not play games with me." He said. Felix shivered and I did too. I took a hold of him and hugged him tight while silent tears streamed down my face. Suddenly I was in the air and thrown to the ground. I could feel my leg break and screamed out in pain.

"I told you not to play games with me. I missed you Isabella." He said with a sickly sweet voice. Then he licked my neck to my earlobe. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it. Amazing how the earrings survived.

~~~~~M-RATING STARTS HERE!~~~~~

His tongue was rock-hard and cold. Ice-cold. Then he ripped of my cloths and without anymore "foreplay" he took hold of my arms and thrust into me. I screamed out in pain. His grip was way too tight; I could feel my bones give in, how they sprained and I could hear it. I nearly vomited. I could hear how my hips slowly broke out of their place, and most importantly; I could feel it. I cried and screamed in pain. Felix whimpered nearby; I could almost hear the shudders in his whimper. But I think he was too afraid to run away.

I trashed and turned under James; I lay there on the cold snow under an ice cold body. With something unnatural and ice cold inside me. I shivered in fear, anger and cold. I was freezing and my lips were trembling.

I felt like this was the end of my life. I saw all the good memories in my mind, like I took a re-run of my life. I saw the memory of my Papa and cried harder. A melody was playing lowly in my mind; a melody of a piano. Never had I played the piano myself but I had heard it being played. It was beautiful.

I tuned out James completely and listened to the melody and watched my memories pass by me. I vaguely heard James yell out when he reached his orgasm and I clearly felt my arm break when he gripped even tighter. I just lay there, I stopped moving, and I cried. My hair was dirty and was all over the place.

"You just get what you deserve" was the last thing he said before I felt a pain I had never experienced before. In my neck, it felt like knifes, only million times sharper, pierced through my skin. Then it was gone, only replaced by a throbbing pain. It felt like it became worse as my heart frantically beat. I felt a cold tongue lick were the wound must be now and how the cold from inside me was removed.

~~~~~M-RATING STOPS HERE!~~~~~

I heard a cold, heartless laugher as James threw me away.

That is when the fire started tormenting my body. I kept seeing my life pass by before my eyes, as I whimpered in pain. My Mother told me what my Papa had to do for my Grandfather. She told me how Papa used to explain them to her. Vampires; deadly beautiful, lethal and cold. Vampires. James was a Vampire, I was becoming one. I cried out in despair. My Papa wouldn't have wanted this. My Mother wouldn't have wanted this. My Grandfather would have been furious with this. The pain only increased and I whimpered more and more. But I kept quiet. I did not want him to have the satisfaction of have caused me pain. At some point I felt something warm but wet press against me as I lay there in the snow, burning my last moments as a human away.

I almost cried while I wrote this... I feel sorry for her, and this is my imagination! Maybe I should get my sanity checked... :O x]

Lol, I hoped you liked it enough to review.. :P *hint hint*

- Lu