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Passion

Summary:
She was hurting, in more ways then one. She hated him for doing this to her. She hated herself for letting him do this to her. So what happens when she sees him again? When Laurent confronts Bella in the meadow, she is rescued just in the nick of time by the werewolves. But what if the werewolves were a second too late?


Notes:
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1. Prologue: The End

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First, there was nothing.

Then--the sting. A sharp prick of pressure a few inches above my collar bone. Instinctively, I realized I had been bitten.

Then, pain.

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Flashback: New Moon

I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edward’s furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I’d built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn’t matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you.

*****

I vaguely saw Laurent back away, looking anxiously to his left. However, I saw no more then that, for a swelling heat was spreading abruptly throughout my neck an shoulders. I cried out in agony.

*****

Flashback: New Moon

The dizzying array of emotions shot through me in a second. The first was surprise; I was far from any trail here, and I didn’t expect company. Then, as my eyes focused on the motionless figure, seeing the utter stillness, the pallid skin, a rush of piercing hope rocked through me. I suppressed it viciously, fighting against the equally sharp lash of agony as my eyes continued to the face beneath the black hair, the face that wasn’t the one I wanted to see. Next was fear; this was not the face I grieved for, but it was close enough for me to know that the man facing me was no stray hiker.

And finally, in the end, recognition.

“Laurent!” I cried in surprised pleasure.

It was an irrational response. I probably should have stopped at fear.

*****

Red haze blocked my vision, my breaths coming like gasps to my dry throat. Between the gasping, I screamed, the ragged sounds coming out strangled. I thrashed around on the meadow’s ground, burning.

I was burning.

I was on fire.

Why was nobody putting out the fire?

*****
Flashback: New Moon

What was the point of going any farther? Nothing lingered here. Nothing more than the memories that I could have called back whenever I wanted to, if I was ever willing to endure the corresponding pain--the pain that had me now, had me cold. There was nothing special about this place without him. I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d hoped too feel here. But the meadow was empty of atmosphere, empty of everything, just like everywhere else. Just like my nightmares. My head swirled dizzily.

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The sun was a red hot flame, roasting me alive on my bed of pain. My skin was unraveling, revealing more for the flame to burn. My screams had long died out, my throat blocked by the burning fire. I was hurting, in more ways then one.

I am alone.

Please, somebody help me.

*****

Flashback: New Moon

It will be as if I never existed, he promised.

I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my own disappointment, I didn’t lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under.

I did not resurface.

*****

There was nothing.

Nothing but the ache of the fire, which had become my friend in the past few days.

Just me, and my fire, and pain.

*****

Flashback: New Moon

“Wait!” I choked out the word, reaching for him, willing my deadened legs to carry me forward.

I thought that he was reaching for me, too. But his cold hands locked around my wrists and pinned them to my sides. He leaned down, and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead for the briefest instant. My eyes closed.

“Take care of yourself,” he breathed, cool against my skin.

There was a light, unnatural breeze. My eyes flashed open. The leaves on a small vine maple shuddered with the gentle wind of his passage.

He was gone.

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He was gone.

He was gone.

He was gone.

Suddenly, as I began to drift out of consciousness, I was hit by a tidal wave of the fire, so hot, that it was icy against my skin. I let out a blood curdling shriek, igniting the flame in my lungs. I began thrashing as the pain washed through my body again, ripping me apart and then sealing me closed again. Each time I moved, the fire lashed out at me, striking me, so I stopped moving. I held completely still, just hoping that I could end this pain, hoping… that I could die.

And as I lay there, the fire iced over, and I drifted into unconsciousness.

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It was dark when I awoke.

My eyes snapped open, and I was… cold.

Shivering actually.