Second story attempt....first one failed. Ha. =)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer....except Damon.

Chapter 1

Dance With the Devil – Breaking Benjamin

Here I stand, helpless and left for dead

Close your eyes, so many days go by
Easy to find what's wrong
Harder to find what's right

I believe in you
I can show you that I can see right through
All your empty lies, I won't stay long
In this world so wrong

Say goodbye,
As we dance with the devil tonight
Don't you dare look at him in the eye
As we dance with the devil tonight

Trembling, crawling across my skin
Feeding your cold, dead eyes
Stealing the life of mine

I believe in you
I can show you that I can see right through
All your empty lies, I won't last long
In this world so wrong

Say goodbye,
As we dance with the devil tonight
Don't you dare look at him in the eye
As we dance with the devil tonight

Hold on
Hold on

Say goodbye,
As we dance with the devil tonight
Don't you dare look at him in the eye
As we dance with the devil tonight

Hold on
Hold on

Enervated and parched.

Impatient and resented.

A savage.

I can expect millions of names such as those when I get out of this cage, this hell. They said it wouldn't take this long to let me be free once again. They said I was a danger to everyone on Earth. Human, vampire, werewolf, shape-shifter, and the one unknown figure. I was that one pathetic unknown figure and I've been locked up for years because of it. These people that locked me up called themselves "Supernaturalists", but they're just like me.

Monstrosities.

"Guest #3541. Isabella Swan. If you will follow me to your room, you will be able to get ready in time for Damon's Ball.", a guard said as he opened up the cage.

"Guest? More like prisoner", I muttered, getting off the floor. I trudged over to the guard and held out my handcuffed hands, letting him free me from them.

"I will escort you to your room now. Follow me.", he voiced, grabbing my arm and pulling me down to hall. He then opened the door to a beautiful room that was well furnished and lit up. The guard pushed me in, causing me to fall to the ground with my hair flying into my face.

"Your dress and shoes are right there on the bed. I expect you to be done dressing when Damon gets here in an hour.", he indicated, while going out of the room and shutting the door.

Slowly, I picked myself off the floor and headed towards to the bed. I looked down at the elegant, blue dress that lay there, then picked it up. I slowly stripped myself of everything but my bra and underwear, then leisurely placed the dress over my body. After smoothing it out and putting on the silver high heels, I advanced toward the mirror.

Looking at myself right now, I really don't recognize any features of my own body. My chest was bigger than the last time I examined myself in front of a mirror. My hair was shorter and had less of a color to it. Everything about me was new, except one thing. My eyes. They were still the same lifeless color of brown.

I eyed the room around me some more and found a brush on the nightstand. I picked it up and ran it through my knotted hair a couple of times. The door opened while I was doing my fifth brush. I turned around to find Damon with a little vicious smirk on his face. He motioned for me to go to him, so I did as I was told.

"Now, now, Isabella. You look positively lovely in that shade of blue.", he explained, looking up and down my body with lust in his eyes as he continued, "We are going to a ball. There are some very important people here so I assume you use your manners. Do not speak unless spoken to, stay with me all the time, try not to fall, and at the end of the ball, you and I are going to have a little chat. Are we clear in everything?"

I just reply with a "yes" and as he hold out his arm, I take it.

"Good.......Oh and you will get your nutrients soon so you don't die of thirst. Wouldn't want that to happen now would we?"

"No..Of course not, Damon."

We walked to two big white doors at the end of a hallway which I presume lead into the ballroom, and they open. I can see more and more people and clearly hear them whisper among themselves. They obviously think that I can not hear them.

"Well, will you look at that her? My, my, what a stunning woman to help Damon run the company."

"Look at that, Clarice. Isn't he so handsome? That demon on his arm is so lucky he hasn't just killed her yet."

As their whispering and my ignoring them went on, I went person to person with Damon, until I smelled something....so delicious...so divine. I stopped walking, causing Damon to stumble a bit.

He turned around and whispered in my ear, "Smell something tempting I take it? Look around a bit while we dance to the music and I'm sure you'll find what you are looking for."

I placed one hand in his and the other on his shoulder as one of his went to my waist. As we danced to "I Finally Found Someone" by Barbra Streisand and Bryan Adams, I did actually take Damon's advice and look around for the mouthwatering vampire I smelled. I scanned the swaying crowd and the tables until eventually I found them. They were pale, and had dark circles under their eyes, but were astonishingly beautiful. They were chatting among themselves with a glass of red liquid which I assumed was blood. The one that looked the most beautiful was a bronze haired man, talking to a woman with spiky brown hair. The bronze haired man turned his head in my direction and looked me straight in the eye.

I looked away from his eyes and to his neck, where I could see the greenish-blueish vein that I desired so badly.

I finally looked away after licking my lips a couple of time, wishing that I could just have a few drops of it. He smelled even more amazing than the others. The song had stopped and I stepped away from Damon, not gazing into his eyes.

"Who are they? Please, you must tell me.", I asked hopefully, silently praying that he would tell me.

"I told you, Isabella, do not speak unless spoken to," he continued, "but I will forgive you for now. Just don't do it again"

"Yes, sir. But please, I must know who they are."

"They, my darling, are the Cullens. The people I have business to with."

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----J