Disclaimer: I don't own most of these characters, they belong to Steph Meyer. The quotes included in this post are taken from New Moon Hard Back pages 68-70.

A/N: Just some info on our lovely torturer, Blain, he possess the same power that Zafrina, from Breaking Dawn, had. His is over illusion except it's more potent. They not only see what he chooses, they feel, taste, smell whatever he dictates. All italicized sentences are taken directly from New Moon. Feedback, please? I know it's super short compared to what you're used to from me, but I've had the flu. No need to get into the icky details, but suffice it to say, that this is the first time I've been up and around since Monday.

Chapter 39 Petty Torments Day 1

From the moment my hand was placed in Blain's my vision faded to darkness. I could no longer hear Santiago's screams, feel the icy chill of the dungeon, or smell the fear that had bombarded me from Santiago's frightened form. There was only the dark.

I lost track of time while wading in that darkness. The longer I spent there, the quicker my memories dissipated. At first I knew that I was to be punished, that I was at Volterra, and that Edward and I had been working out our differences. Now, it was all running together like someone waking from a dream who desperately wanted to remember it, but the more they tried the quicker it faded.

Now there was utter blackness.

Slowly light began to dawn and I was back in Forks. A scent like no other engulfed me and I fluidly tracked it down. I crouched outside the little house and let the heady aroma fill me, my venom overflowing as I envisioned my mouth locked around my prey. Feeling the dual pulses pumping into me. I listened to the male going on about some ridiculous movie and the woman feigning interest, before a low snarl erupted from my lips and I hurled myself through the glass. I rendered the male useless within seconds and slowly faced the screaming woman. Angela was clutching her swollen stomach protectively as she gasped, "Bella!" In complete astonishment. She never finished the rest as my mouth locked around her throat, my teeth slicing through her thin skin so easily and freeing her blood in a scalding wave. I could taste the two distinct flavors of mother and child and basked in the euphoria of it. She clawed at me feebly and I made no attempt to restrain her, for she could not harm me, she could not stop me, she could not escape me. As her breath shuddered in her chest and her heart pumped out its frantic rhythm, memories came back to me of our time at school, but the beast was loose and I could not restrain myself. I drank and drank until her heart quieted and she gave her final death rattle and dropped her unceremoniously to the floor.

Suddenly everything that I was came rushing back to me as I stared in horror at my best friend's limp form nearly bursting from pregnancy and her husband's body discarded so thoughtlessly against the refrigerator, his blood painting it red. And even with the realization of who I was and what I'd just done I could not stop myself from leaping onto him and lapping up his blood before being swallowed by that accursed darkness again.

When I came to I was bound against the wall of a small stone cell without windows or any furnishings with Aro and Blain peering at me intently.

"Welcome back Isabella," Aro said coldly. He laid a gentle hand against my face. "Has Blain been showing you a good time? Your heart's desire, perhaps?" He closed his eyes and I knew that he was reading me, but I was too tired to draw my shield around me. I remembered trying to use it against Blain, but I'd been unsuccessful. Alyria had said that Christian couldn't shield some things from her, so perhaps Blain's powers were a bit out of my scope of powers, as well?

Aro's hand fell away and he motioned for Blain to do something, but I could not understand his intentions.

The door opened and human woman was brought in and placed in front of me. "I think we will leave you two alone for a while," Aro whispered as he gave a tug to the cuff binding my let wrist. The woman whimpered and scurried off to the farthest corner. "Now, now. She is very week, Melinda. Do not fret so. I do not believe our little Bella can break free from her restraints. You are here simply to torment her with your," he inhaled deeply. "Intoxicating aroma." With that he fled the room with Blain by his side and the door thudded shut.

The darkness that surrounded us now was much less potent than that which I'd been locked in for god knew how many hours or days. All I was aware of was the ache in my throat, the smell of her blood, and the sound of her heart.

"You need to calm down," I begged her. "The more fearful you are, the more you trigger my predatory instincts," I explained.

But the sound of my voice only seemed to spur her on and her whimpering turned to screams. Who could blame her really? She was locked in the dark with a blood drinking fiend. One who'd been tortured and starved and the only things protecting her were four measly restraints. Why had I allowed them to put them on me anyway? And why stay in them?

No. I told myself firmly. To break free would almost certainly result in her death. I could not allow myself to think that I could escape. Could not.

I tried to block out her screams with pleasant memories, but the screams were always in the distant background and caused all the memories to go wrong. When I thought I couldn't take the sound of her voice for one second more and began fighting against my bonds, the door opened and Blain appeared.

He was tall, nearly seven feet, with white cropped hair and a beard. He wore only the grey cloak that was all too familiar around here and knee high leather boots. He glanced at the woman and whispered something to her in another language and she quieted immediately.

"You have been very naughty, Isabella." His thick gravely voice grated down my body causing me to shudder in pain. "So far, Aro has ordered me to only play with your mind, but if you do not show us better results, little one, then he will give me your body to do with as I please." He leaned toward me, his face inches from mine and I could smell the fresh blood on his beard and had to clamp my mouth shut so I would not lick him clean. He gave a booming laugh and stroked my face. "Go on, little one, do what you desire. You are a vampire. Why fight so? Just a little lick." His nose trailed down my cheek and I turned my face from his. "No? Well then, how about another show?" His power thundered over me and I was back in the Angela's house, but I no longer felt disgusted by what I'd done. In fact, it was freeing. I went into her bathroom and cleaned up and on my way out I tore the gas line from the stove and let its fumes fill the room before flicking a match and leaping out of the inferno that was her place and slinking off into the woods.

Time had no meaning as I wondered aimlessly amongst the thick trees until I hit a familiar path. Edward was there saying, "You can't Bella. Where we're going…It's not the right place for you."

His topaz eyes showed no love, just disgust, and as I stared into them I caught my reflection. I looked rabid and fierce with my wild hair and red eyes. Words tumbled out of my mouth without thought. "Where you are is the right place for me."

He took a deep breath and stared, unseeingly, at the ground for a moment. When he finally looked up, his eyes were different, harder-like the liquid gold had frozen solid.

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me."

Again words that had haunted me for years poured from my mouth as I was forced to relive the one scene that had nearly been the death of me. "You…don't…want me?"

"No."

"Don't do this." I pleaded.

He stared at me, and I could see from his eyes that my words were far too late. He already had.

"You're no good for me, Bella." He stepped away from my reach, revulsion etched into his face. "Look at the thing you have become." He pointed at me. "You are a monster. You need to leave Forks, Bella. Our coven will hunt you down if you linger a moment longer."

"Edward, please…don't."

He was already gone, though, and all that was left were trees, damp leaves, and the first droplets of rain as the sky cried for me.

I came too curled in a ball against the floor of my cell not sure where this cell was. How was I inside when I'd been in the woods moments ago? I caught the scent of my prey then and drew up in a ready crouch.

"Oh god…no. Please. You promised you wouldn't….please!" She cried uncontrollably, but it meant nothing to me.