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Chapter 7

The next thing I knew was a feeling of pure pain. I was interrupted from my pleasure by the stone-cold hands of Jasper and this "brother", Emmett. They ripped me from the unconscious body of Bella. Jasper tore my right arm from the rest of me and soon after, Emmett did the same with my left.

I was too caught up in the moment to notice their entrance. I was caught off-guard and that was my downfall.

I knew that I should have paid closer attention to my surroundings, but the smell of Bella's blood was driving me mad. The scent intruded into my nostrils and clouded my better judgment, awakening the predator's instincts in me.

I tired with all of my might to fling the Cullens off of me. I wanted to return to Bella, to drain her dry. I had gotten a taste, but I was hooked. She was like a drug, physically addicting.

I rushed forward and then suddenly stopped, using that momentum to launch me into a back-tuck. I soared over the two vampires, but they poured on the speed and met me when I touched ground. They regained their grip on me. I must say, tearing my arms off was not very smart of them. They had trouble keeping hold of me. Emmett was holding my torso and Jasper did a low roundhouse kick to the back of my legs, knocking me off-balance and onto the floor.

That's when they decided that my legs just had to go. I saw Edward in the corner attending to Bella with the aid of Alice and Carlisle. When Emmett tore my left leg off, it only slightly distracted me from the combined scent of Alice and Bella. Bella, her blood on the floor, and Alice, even though she had no blood pulsing through her, still smelled exquisite. The enhancement of the being a vampire only deepened my thirst. I didn't 

care that Jasper had just severed my right leg, or that they were hoisting me up to better position me to snap my head off. I wanted Bella. I needed to finish what I had started.

I could still control my severed limbs. I tried to trip Emmett while he was holding me. If I could just get him to drop me… my distraction didn't work. I got my other arm to grab my right leg and swing it, trying once again to trip the big oaf that was holding me. The other, less big oaf was making a grab at my head, moving to rip it off. I kept thrashing about, trying to break free.

I thrashed right into Jasper's hands. With a quick jerk my head was ripped from my body. I was still contemplating how to get over to Bella, and how to quench the thirst, when my only mode of transportation -myself- was sprawled around me. The part of me that was still making sense said it was over. The other part still wanted to try.

That's when I heard the most sickening sound I had ever heard. I put fear right in me. You know that part that was still making sense? It was expecting this. The other, more instinctual part was scared.

It was the sound of a pocket lighter sparking to life.

The next thing I knew, I –the pieces of me, anyway- were being piled on top of each other, my head on top. It was a nice lighter, but that was the last thing that should have been on my mind. I caught fire immediately. The last thing I saw was Bella coming around.

I had failed.

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