With Her I Have Gone

by Sable Sun

"She doesn't remember us," Edward said. Bella turned her red eyes to Renesmee, smirking. The Cullens were her constant disgrace, and because of some foolish idea they were changing her wild life. Imprinting and love? Those didn't exist for the damned. Or did they?

12. Chapter 11

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Renesmee POV

I could feel a fire.

It was like every hope, dream, memory…everything…it was just thrown into these large roaring flames, and then they were gone, and I was rolling around in an unbelievable pain. Was this why half-breeds had hard skin? Was it because when they lost a lot of blood they went through one of the most terrible things I could imagine?

I screamed in pain, and literally all I wanted to do was eat myself. I wanted to drink my blood, but I knew it wouldn't work, and I didn't have the strength to.

I was going crazy. I was being driven mad.

And by what? A bite wound. Oh god, there is something wrong with me.

"I'm going to kill you, Leah!" someone shrieked, and then there was terrible growling. I figured there must be a fight. But what could make those sounds. Who was Leah?

I felt as if somewhere far off I knew, but my, mind was completely blank. It was like looking through a constant black film. I tried to figure out where I was and who I was, but I had no idea. All I knew was that I was dying, and I wanted to be over with.

I wanted someone, anyone, to just kill me. My mind was going crazy, and all I could think about was attacking the nearest person and drinking them dry. I wanted to attack myself; I wanted to attack everyone around me.

That's why vampires and humans should never have children.

Wait, was that what I was? Is that why I wanted to kill everyone around me? Then where am I? Why can't I move?

"Renesmee," I heard someone whisper by my side.

Renesmee. Was that my name? Was I Renesmee? Who's talking to me?

I tried to ask a question, but all that was heard was my spluttering choking.

"Stop, Nessie. It's going to be okay," the voice told me.

Nessie? I thought my name was Renesmee!

The hand that belonged to the voice touched my face, and it was like that was all it took for me to break free from my cage. "Stop! Kill me! Oh god, please kill me!" I sobbed harder.

"Oh, Nessie," the voice murmured.

I shrieked again, trying and failing to move. "Stop! Stop! STOP!"

"It's alright, Nessie. We're going to make everything better."

Then, I felt something touch my lips.

I'm pretty sure I went more insane as I sunk my teeth into it.