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Burning Soul

Summary:
What if right after Edward left, someone came to visit Bella? What if that person was a vampire, and that vampire was hungry? Very hungry. Who can save Bella? Read and find out!!


Notes:
Okay, this is my very first fan fiction, so dont laugh. I had some help from my editor, BellaCullen13. :P


1. Chapter 1

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 911   Review this Chapter

“Edward!” I screamed.

No, this cant is happening. Wake up Bella!! This had to be a nightmare.

I fell to my knees, sobbing, “Edward,” I wept, “Why, Edward, why?”

What now? There isn’t any reason to live anymore. No, Edward never loved me. So why should I morn over him? I need to move on. It’s not worth it.

A twig broke behind me. I whipped my head around, but I didn’t see anything.

“Who’s there?” I demanded.

Silence. “Maybe it was just my imagination…” I thought silently, just as a figure stepped out of the shadows.

I could tell it was a man. He was tall, approximately six foot four. When he stood out in the ray of sunlight, his skin glittered like a thousand diamonds. That meant only one thing. Vampire.

“Well, well, well. Isabella Swan. Why are you crying?” He asked with a hint of smugness.

I was too shocked to say anything. Normally I would have said something, but his eyes were blacker than coal. He was hungry. Very hungry, by the looks of it.

“So, you aren’t going to say anything, are you?”

A chilly wind blew my hair around. The vampire froze, smelling my flesh.

“You smell so good.” Instantly, he was by my

side, his nose right under my ear.

“So, so good.” He opened his mouth and gently put his tooth on my neck. Then he sunk it into my butter- like flesh.

Instantly the fire entered, burning through my neck. Along with the weird feeling of being emptied.

I heard a blood-curling scream, and then realized it was my own. A low growl interrupted my scream, and I felt the teeth being pulled out of my flesh. The last thing I saw was a giant wolf with russet-colored fur, Jacob! And then blackness over came me.

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I woke up to the sound of my own screaming. The liquid fire was in my legs, now. It hurt to breathe, I couldn’t for a matter of fact, but I don’t think I needed to.

The only thing I could do was scream. The pain was to the level where I only wished for death. I wanted the pain to stop, I wanted to die.

“Bella…” he asked me, as if I could answer him at this moment.

“Bella, Shh. Please, it will be alright. It is the third day, and the last day. The pain will only last for an hour or so. Shh! It will be alright,” a soft, soothing voice spoke in my ear.

I knew that voice… It was my one love, Edward. I wanted to yell at him for leaving. I opened my mouth to say something, but my throat was so raw from screaming I couldn’t, nothing came out but a small moan from the pain growing in my body.

“I hate you Edward. Get out of my freakin face!” I thought with enormous amounts of anger.

I looked up and glared at him. He looked hurt, like he heard what I was thinking. With that, he got up and made a silent exit.

Now I was alone. The fire kept spreading, but I didn’t bother screaming. There wasn’t a point anymore. It’s not like it was going to make it stop.

Then, abruptly, it did stop, completely. The fire stopped spreading. I didn’t feel anything, I was numb.

“This can’t be right, my heart is still beating!” my thoughts were suddenly audible to me again.

Then the fire was back. And it was worse. Much worse. It was all heading towards my

heart.

“This is it. I’m almost changed.” Was my last thought as a stab ran through my lower section.

Tears poured down my face and I couldn’t help but scream. The pain was twice as bad as it was before. And it was all in my chest, going into my heart.

I could feel my heart beat slowly. Just barely beating. Then it stopped, the pain subsided. I froze, not trusting myself. Is it going to come back? Is it over?

I looked at my surroundings. I was in a bedroom, laying on a large bed with silk sheets. The walls were a cream color, and there were French doors leading out to a balcony.

The floors were wooden, probably from a maple tree. There was a wooden desk opposite of me, with a computer on it. To the right of the computer was a book laying flatly against the wood. ‘Wuthering Heights’, I read, my favorite.

Wait, why are my things here?Looking around, I spotted by duffel bag, which was full of my belongings. Books, toiletries (which I don’t think I would need anymore), pictures, etc.

I spun around when I heard the door creak open. Alice stepped in, looking quite embarrassed.

“Bella? Um… we have some explaining to do, especially Edward.” Why would Edward need to explain something? He didn’t love me, he didn’t want me. Fury and sadness filled my body and I almost broke down on my knees in tears.

“No! I don’t want to talk to that jerk!” I screamed, and ran as fast as I could outside.

Once outside, I didn’t stop. I ran as fast as I could, away from that place, where ever I was, I needed to get away. I don’t know where I’m going; I just need to get away. Get away and think.