A/N - Oh my god, I am so so sorry for the huge gap in the update. Life got in the way when my son was sick and had to have an operation and then I didn't want to start updating again until I was sure I could keep up a regular posting schedule. I have lots wrote now and I will posting at least once a week.

From now on my chapter will be about this length and they will be un beta'ed. As a beta myself I am pretty good at spotting mistakes, so hopefully I got them all. BUT if anyone likes this story and would like to pre-read for me, just to make sure I don't miss anything, that would be awesome.

I got some amazing reviews before and I hope I haven't lost too many of you due to me being away so long. But please trust me that the story will continue on now at a good rate and I WILL complete it.

Thanks and now on with the show...

Chapter 4

At lightning speed he moved around my body, sinking his teeth into my main arteries. Every place he bit felt like I had been burnt and the heat quickly spread to every part of my body.

My body was burning from the inside out; that was the only way I could think to describe it. It felt like every organ in me was on fire and my heart was racing faster than I thought was even possible. I was vaguely aware of what was going on around me. I could hear someone talking but couldn't focus enough to hear what they were saying. I knew that my body was thrashing around and that strong hands were holding me down. But it seemed like it was happening to someone else and not me. There was lots and lots of screaming, was that me?

This seemed to go on forever and I wished with all my heart for it to end. I wished for death, as surely this was the only way it could end, I couldn't hurt this much and survive. I wasn't scared to die, I needed it, I needed this to end. On and on it went. Just when I thought it couldn't hurt anymore, the burn would get worse. Why wasn't I dead already? Or was I actually dead and this was hell?

At some point I fell off the bed, and my body hitting the floor sent pain like hot irons shooting through my body. I scrambled blindly along the floor as my eyelids felt fused shut. I screamed for help and strong cold arms lifted me back onto the bed. The coldness against me seemed to ease the burn a fraction.

"More cold!" I managed to whisper.

I felt coldness press along my body and I frantically reached out with my arms and legs to encase myself in it. I wrapped myself around the cold and suddenly realised that it was an ice cold body that was next to me and that the owner of the body had wrapped their arms and legs around me too. The body became my anchor and I clung to it through the hours, days, weeks, years, that I continued to burn. Until I gradually began to realise that the burning was getting less and that the heat was decreasing.

First my fingers and toes stopped burning; then the feeling of coolness spread up my arms and legs. As the burn decreases in my limbs it seemed to intensify in my core. My heart raced faster than ever, it pounded in my chest, and it pounded in my head. Faster and faster, louder and louder. I instinctively reached my hands up to clutch my chest, I felt like I needed to hold my heart in to stop it from jumping right out. The cold hands let me go and my body arched off the bed, I clutched at my throat and gasped for breath.

Then all of a sudden the pounding in my chest and ears stopped and I collapsed back down onto the bed. I laid still, just breathing deeply in and out. Suddenly I felt good, in fact I felt really good. I let a slow smile spread across my face. I realised that I hadn't opened my eyes yet, so I slowly let my lids slide open. The room was bright, in fact too bright, and my eyes fluttered open and closed as I adjusted to this. Then out of nowhere a piercing cry filled the air. Before I knew what was happening I had leapt out of the bed and put myself in a crouching position in the far corner of the room. I heard an alarming snarl escape from my lips and fear gripped my whole body.

A tall man with raven black hair approached me cautiously. He crouched down on the floor in front of me and tried to take my hand, but I growled back at him, the urge to attack him was overwhelming. But fear was the resounding emotion running through my body and it stopped me from acting on this impulse.

"Its okay Bella my dear, you have nothing to fear from me."

He reached his hand out again, but I pressed myself further into the corner. I couldn't concentrate on what was going on, too many thoughts and emotions were running through my mind. I heard another blood curdling cry, but I couldn't work out the source. I was so confused. I tried to remember who this person in front of me was, but I could only remember small snippets. I remembered him talking to me on a bed and embracing me. I had a flash of him wearing a long black cloak and walking through a door. I couldn't concentrate and my emotions flitted from fear, to anger, to confusion at lightning speed. I couldn't seem to focus on one thought or emotion for more than a split second. I placed my head into my hands and screamed. This action drew one hundred percent of my focus suddenly to the fact that my throat was burning. I looked up at the black haired man and whispered out the word, "thirsty." An evil looking smile spread quickly across his face.

"I can help you my dear. You just need to trust me," he whispered, reaching his hand towards me once again.

I continued to stare back at him, unmoving. He sighed and began to slowly rise to his feet once again, whilst backing away from me.

"I will leave you now, so you can take in your surroundings and calm yourself," he stated, before adding. "And don't even think about leaving this room, as I will know and it will displease me greatly."

He backed out of the room slowly, never turning his back on me and closed the door silently. I stayed in my position close to floor and tried to calm myself. But I couldn't focus on anything other than the burn in my throat. I needed a drink, I needed water. I looked around and saw a jug of water on a table next to the big bed. I raised my body off the floor and realised that something just felt off. My body felt light, too light, and I almost felt like I was floating. I started to move towards the table and my surroundings seemed to blur for a split second and then I was suddenly stood in front of the table. What the hell!

There was a glass on the table that already had some water in it, so I reached for it and picked it up. But before I could put the glass to my lips it shattered in my hand and the pieces scattered on the floor. Some remained in my palm but they didn't cut me or even seem to make any dent on the surface of my skin. Unsure of touching the glass in case it happened again, I put my hands into the large jug of water and scooped out a handful of water. I lifted the water to my mouth and greedily drank down the liquid, spilling some down my chin and clothes. I felt a moment of relief from my parched throat before my stomach heaved and violently expelled the water from my body. I bent over and gagged and heaved until every last drop must have left my body. I sat down on the bed and breathed heavily as I tried to catch my breath. My thought and feelings were still all over the place and I couldn't focus on anything for more than a second. I sat still and closed my eyes and tried to center myself and focus.

I realised that I could hear everything and I mean everything. I could hear a scraping noise in the floorboards, I could hear the drapes rustling slightly from a draft coming from a gap in the window. I focussed my mind more and realised that I could hear noises outside. There was the sound of very distant traffic and nearer the sounds of leaves moving in the trees and grass swaying. I focussed my attention to the door and tried to hear beyond it. I gasped when I suddenly heard a heartbeat. Was it mine? My focus was abruptly broken when a loud scream came from outside my room. Panic gripped me again and I suddenly found myself in a crouched position on the floor again. As if by instinct I sniffed the air as an animal would, and moved towards the door. I smelt something familiar but I couldn't remember what it was, I just knew that I liked it and it made me feel calm, then I heard the voice of the black haired man.

"Be still my son, the change is nearly complete."

There were more agonizing cries and then I could hear a wildly beating heart. Confused once again, I placed my hand onto the chest expecting the thudding to be coming from there but I only felt hardness. The beating was getting louder and faster and it was all I could focus on, all I could hear, until suddenly it stopped.

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