Death. That's all my mind was thinking as I felt myself drift further into the darkness, although as I felt like I was Falling deeper and deeper towards death, my mind conjured some of my happiest memories, like I was in my own movie theater, watching my own life on the big screen. Bella and myself laughing together about trivial things, my mother, Phil and me smiling while watching a baseball game, my dad hugging me like I was his favorite person on the planet, laughing with the Cullen's at the school lunch table, and Emmett. Every kiss we shared flashing through my mind, the feeling of being loved unconditionally, his playful grin and his honeycomb eyes which I could get lost in forever.

I was pulled from the memories by an animalistic growl followed by a sharp pain radiating from my neck, but I couldn't find my way back far enough to open my eyes, or even let out a scream, I fell deeper and deeper, then suddenly there was nothing.

I had finally succumbed to death, because, through the heavy feeling, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.

"Lil!, Liliana! no!" the angel's voice cried in horror and pain, why was the angel in pain but suddenly behind that longed-for sound was another noise, an awful tumult that my mind shied away from.

A vicious bass growling, a shocking snapping sound, and cries on anguish, I tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead.

"Liliana please! Lil!, listen to me, please, please, Liliana, please!" The angel begged, yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips, my voice was not there,

"Carlisle!" the angel called, agony in his perfect voice.

"Lil, Liliana, no, oh please, no, no!" And the angel was sobbing tearless, broken sobs.

My heart broke, the angel shouldn't weep, it was wrong. I tried to find him, to tell him everything was fine, but the water was so deep, it was pressing on me, and I couldn't breathe.

There was a point of pressure against my head. It hurt. Then, as that pain broke through the darkness to me, other pains came, stronger pains. I cried out, gasping, breaking through the dark pool, and back into the reality of the living world,

"Liliana!" the angel cried, I tried to focus my vision, but couldn't find my angel,

"She's lost some blood, but the head wound isn't deep" a calm voice informed me.

"Watch out for her leg, it's broken." A howl of rage strangled on the angel's lips.

I felt a sharp stab in my side. This couldn't be heaven, could it? There was too much pain for that, the angel shouldn't be in pain.

"Some ribs, too, I think," the methodical voice continued, but the sharp pains were fading. There was a new pain, a scalding pain in my neck that was

overshadowing everything else. Someone was burning me.

"Em..Em" I tried to tell him, but my voice was so heavy and slow. I couldn't understand myself.

"Lil you're going to be fine. Can you hear me, Liliana? Stay with me! I love you" Emmett's voice pulled me back towards him,

"Emmett" I tried again. My voice was a little clearer.

"Yes, I'm here. Lil, I'm right here" Emmett's soothing voice said although laced with panic

"It hurts," I whimpered.

"I know, Lil I know" he almost cried,

"can't you do anything?" He pleaded,

"My bag, please… Hold your breath, Alice, it will help," Carlisle promised.

"Alice?" I groaned, the memories flooded back to me,

"She's here, she knew where to find you." Emmett's voice said,

"My neck hurts," I tried to tell him about the burning,

"I know, Lil. Carlisle will give you something, it will stop." Emmett's voice promised me,

"My neck is burning!" I screamed, finally breaking through the last of the darkness, my eyes fluttering open. I couldn't see his face, something dark and warm was clouding my eyes. Why couldn't they see the fire and put it out?

"Liliana?" His voice was frightened

"The fire! Someone stop the fire!" I screamed as it burned me,

"Carlisle! Her neck!" Alice's voice whispered

"He bit her." Carlisle's voice was no longer calm, it was appalled. I heard Emmett catch his breath in horror.

"Emmett, you have to do it." It was Alice's voice, close by my head. Cool fingers brushed at the wetness in my eyes.

"No!" he bellowed.

"Alice," I moaned, I needed to tell her about the video,

"There may be a chance," Carlisle said.

"What?" Emmett begged.

"See if you can suck the venom back out. The wound is fairly clean." As Carlisle spoke, I could feel more pressure on my head, something poking and pulling at my scalp. The pain of it was lost in the pain of the fire.

"Will that work?" Alice's voice was strained.

"I don't know," Carlisle said. "But we have to hurry."

"Carlisle, I…" Emmett hesitated,

" I don't know if I can do that." There was agony in his beautiful voice again, I wanted to comfort him but the burning was too much,

"It's your decision, Emmett, either way. I can't help you. I have to get this bleeding stopped here if you're going to be taking blood from her neck." Carlisle voice echoed, I writhed in the grip of the fiery torture, the movement making the pain in my leg flare sickeningly.

"Em!" I screamed. I realized my eyes were closed again. I opened them, desperate to find his face.

And I found him.

Finally, I could see his perfect face, staring at me, twisted into a mask of indecision and pain.

"Alice, get me something to brace her leg!" Carlisle was bent over me, working on my head.

"Emmett, you must do it now, or it will be too late." Alice said quickly,

Emmett's face was drawn. I watched his eyes as the doubt was suddenly replaced with a blazing

determination. His jaw tightened. I felt his cool, strong fingers on my burning neck, locking it in place.

Then his head bent over it, and his cold lips pressed against my skin of my neck, at first the pain was worse. I screamed and thrashed against the cool hands that held me back. I heard Alice's voice, trying to calm me. Something heavy held my leg to the floor, and Carlisle had my head locked in the vise of his stone arms.

Then, slowly, my writhing calmed as my hand grew more and more numb. The fire was dulling, focusing into an ever-smaller point.

I felt my consciousness slipping as the pain subsided. I was afraid to fall into the black waters again, afraid I would lose him in the darkness.

"Em," I tried to say, but I couldn't hear my voice. They could hear me.

"He's right here, Ana." Alice reassured me,

"Stay, Em stay with me…" I pleaded,

"I will." His voice was strained, but somehow triumphant. I sighed contentedly. The fire was gone, the other pains dulled by a sleepiness seeping through my body.

"Is it all out?" Carlisle asked from somewhere far away.

"Her blood tastes clean," Emmett said quietly. "I can taste the morphine."

"Liliana?" Carlisle called to me.

I tried to answer. "Mmmmm?"

"Is the fire gone?"

"Yes," I sighed. "Thank you, Em" I thanked my own personal angel,

"I love you," he answered.

"I know," I breathed, so tired. I heard my favourite sound in the world: Emmett's quiet laugh, weak with relief.

"Liliana?" Carlisle asked again.

I frowned; I wanted to sleep. "What?"

"Where is your mother?"

"In Florida," I sighed. "He tricked me, Em. He watched our videos." The outrage in my voice was pitifully frail. But that reminded me.

"Alice." I tried to open my eyes. "Alice, the video — he knew you, Alice, he knew where you came from." I meant to speak urgently, but my voice was feeble. "I smell gasoline," I added, surprised through the haze in my brain,

"It's time to move her," Carlisle said.

"No, I want to sleep," I complained.

"You can sleep, sweetheart, I'll carry you," Emmett soothed me.

And I was in his arms, cradled against his chest, floating, all the pain gone.

"Bella?" I struggled to say,

"safe. With Edward now sleep Lil" were the last words I heard from my angel as I drifted back into the darkness.