Twilight: Vampire From the Start

Chapter 9: Names

I was always in and out of consciousness. Basically, Martha would feed me blood, laced with something else.

Yes, it was totally disgusting! But apparently the baby loved it. So I dealt with it.

It seemed that every time I woke up, I was slightly bigger. Part of the reason they probably had me knocked out, was due to my screaming.

I hated what he'd done to me! I hated how they betrayed me! I hated having trusted them. But what could I really do?

I lost track of time. There was no telling how long I'd been locked down here. Martha sure wasn't telling. I felt as if our friendship, no matter how short, didn't matter. That it counted for nothing.

Eventually, I woke with my shirt pulled above my belly. "What?" I wondered allowed.

"Shit!" Bryan yelled in frustration. "Just had to wake up."

"I can't help that!" Martha yelled back. I agree with her there.

"Just shut it. Hold her down!" Martha was by my side sooner than possible, and was stuffing something into my mouth.

My screams were muffled as Bryan jabbed a knife into my abdomen. Blood was everywhere! The worst part was I couldn't even move because of her impossibly strong grip.

There was so much pain! It wouldn't stop! And they didn't seem to care!

Bryan was cutting deeper and deeper. Then he reached inside, and pulled something out. My baby!

What was he doing?! Then before I could scream again, he nodded to Martha. Something hard cracked against my skull and then it was dark.

A few hours later I awoke to Martha standing over me.

"Hey Bella! You had a beautiful little girl!" And she was smiling.

"To bad you'll never get to see her. I'm sorry it had to be this way." Then she bent over me.

I thought she was going to kiss me, until I heard her say "smells so good!"

I felt so much pain! It was never ending. That is until she left. "By the way... My name isn't really Martha. Nor is his Bryan. We are James and Victoria. Look us up!" And then she was gone.

The pain was so bad, I was completely unable to move. How could I when my veins felt like they were on fire?

Each day blended into the next. I counted the time to try and keep calm. I failed, but eventually it started to feel better.

I'd been here about three days according to my calculations. I noticed as my heart began to speed up. I literally thought it was going to jump out of my chest! Then finally it stopped!

How was I still here? How was I still alive with no heart beat? Was I having an out of body experience?

I quickly dismissed that when I moved my arms and legs. They moved much faster than they should've. Then I noticed this unbearable burning in my throat!

I guess instinct hit, and I knew what I needed.

Quickly, I found the stairs and ran up them. I recognized the living room. No one was here. I sniffed for their scent, but nothing.

It was a mess up here. The couch was ripped apart. Dried blood was everywhere! I sniffed it, noticing how it smelled so delicious. It had been here for quite some time. Way more than a few weeks.

I decided it was time to go. There was nothing I needed here. I had to go home. See mom and Phil.

Then I remembered I needed to eat first. Or else I might hurt them, and I didn't want that. But I also didn't want to be this bloodsucking monster!

I ran outside, noticing the sun starting to rise in the sky. My head began to pound, but it wasn't terribly difficult to deal with.

I walked down the street, and noticed a man. He was all alone. My hate for men right now was great. Mainly because of how Bryan... James took advantage of me.

This man seemed perfect for me. I walked up to him, trying to act normal.

"Hello there," I spoke to him. My voice had an interesting musical ring to it. I could get used to this I thought.

"Why hello," he spoke. I could see his little friend growing as he noticed my looks. This would be to easy!

"My boyfriend just attacked me! I need new clothes and help!" I started to fake cry for an added effect.

"Why of course, come with me!" Scum. I thought. He led me inside this old house. Leading me to his room, he pulled clothes out of his dresser.

"Sorry, all I have are men's clothes." Then he walked towards the door. I started to change right there, when I hear the door shut and lock.

"Wanna have some fun?" He asked. I smirked at him, and agreed. I finished putting my clothes on when he spoke again. "How 'bout you take them clothes off. Or you rather I do it for you?"

I noticed for the first time that he was drunk. So I let him get close to me. He deserved a fair chance. Somewhat.

When he was close enough to try to take my shirt off, he accidentally touched my skin. Noticing how cold it was, he whispered "What are you?"

I never answered. I immediately grabbed him and placed my teeth over his neck. My teeth were more sharp, but still looked the same. They easily ripped through his skin.

As I drank, he screamed and struggled against my grip. But eventually they subsided, and he dropped to the floor.

I threw open the window, and jumped out into the bright morning light. Now that my thirst was under control, I needed to get home. My head was really killing me now!