Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, so sadly I do not own Twilight.

*** This story was originally titled What If? ***

This story is a New Moon AU, and there are direct quotes from the book in the first part of this chapter. All Rights for the books and the characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

"Bella?" he asked, looking much more astonished than I felt.

"You remember." I smiled. I shouldn't be so happy to see him here, but he was my last connection to the vampire world. The last reminder to what I could never have, not anymore.

"I didn't expect to see you here." He said, strolling toward me, his expression bemused.

"Isn't it the other way around? I do live here. I thought you'd gone to Alaska."

He stopped about ten paces away, cocking his head from side to side. His face was the most beautiful face I'd seen in what felt like an eternity. I studied his features with a strangely greedy sense of release. Here was someone I didn't have to pretend for—someone who already knew everything I could never say.

"You're right," he agreed. "I did go to Alaska. Still, I didn't expect… When I found the Cullen place empty, I thought they'd moved on."

"Oh." It took me a second to compose myself, and Laurent waited with curious eyes. "They did move on."

"Hmm," he murmured. "I'm surprised they left you behind. Weren't you sort of a pet of theirs?"

I smiled wryly. "Something like that."

"So how are things working out in Denali? Carlisle said you were staying with Tanya?"

The question made him pause. "I like Tanya very much," he mused. "And her sister Irina even more…I've never stayed in one place for so long before, and I enjoy the advantages, the novelty of it. But, the restrictions are difficult… I'm surprised that any of them can keep it up for long." He smiled at me conspiratorially. " Although sometimes I cheat. She won't be happy about this."

"About what?" I said eagerly, inviting him to continue. He was glaring into the trees, away from me. I used his distraction to take a step back.

"About me killing you," he answered in a seductive purr.

"Please," I gasped.

Laurent shook his head, his face kind. "Look at it this way, Bella. You're very lucky I was the one to find you."

"Am I?" I asked, taking another step back.

Laurent followed, lithe and graceful.

"Yes," he assured me. "I'll be very quick. You won't feel a thing, I promise. Oh, I'll lie to Victoria about that later, naturally, just to placate her. But if you knew what she had planned for you, Bella…I swear you'd be thanking me for this."

He started walking toward me, but stopped suddenly. His face turned into a sadistic grin. "In fact, why don't we have a little bit of fun first."

I could only manage to take another two steps back before he was there, his hands grabbing at me, like vices. I struggled, but it only made him squeeze me tighter. His hands slowly started moving, lower and lower down my back. I still struggled to move, but to no avail. I could feel his breath on my neck and his hands where nobody's had ever been before, not even Edward's. I love you, Edward, I thought, as painful as it was. It shouldn't matter now, not when I was about to die.

I tried to not focus on the sounds around me; I tried not to cringe as I heard my shirt being torn open and my jeans ripping. I didn't feel, touch or see what was happening to me. I didn't even wince as I heard a bone in my leg crack, or as I felt a rib crack. I just waited until he was finished.

When he was, he taunted me. "Now wasn't that fun?" he asked sadistically. I didn't even dignify that with a response. I just watched, through narrowed eyes as Laurent lowered his head and sunk his teeth into my throat. My last thought was of thankfulness, grateful that my misery would finally end.

I could already feel the familiar burning throughout my body from the all-consuming flames when he pulled away, distracted. I had to look then. My eyes scanned the meadow, searching for the interruption that had extended my death by a few seconds. At first I saw nothing, and my gaze flickered back to Laurent. He was retreating now, and I looked around again curious.

Then I saw it; a huge black shape eased out of the trees, and stalked deliberately toward the vampire. It was enormous—as tall as a horse, but thicker, much more muscular. The long muzzle grimaced, revealing a line of dagger-like incisors. A grisly snarl rolled out from between the teeth, rumbling across the clearing like a prolonged crack of thunder. There were four more standing behind it too.

Without any sign that I could detect, the wolves all charged at Laurent. He didn't make it very far, and I say his head come off when the russet brown wolf pounced on him. Soon the wolves, and what was left of Laurent were out of my sight.

I was alone, alone with the burning, alone with the pain. Could it not just hurry up, I wanted to die. My mind was slowly giving in to it, the fire. I tried to process what had happened. Laurent had bitten me, but I wasn't dead. He hadn't killed me, which meant…that I had venom in me. I was changing into a vampire. For a second, hope washed over me before it could be replaced with sadness and fear. I had always wanted to be a vampire, with my family, with Edward. But he no longer wanted me, and his family had to respect that. Now I was going to be a vampire, but everything was wrong. I was alone, and I was wishing that I could just die.

Before I completely lost consciousness, I tried to remember what I knew about transformations. I knew that they lasted about three days, and I knew that I had to be as quiet as possible. I also knew that my human memories would fade, so as painful as it was, I tried to keep all memories of the Cullen's running through my mind. Although it hurt, I also knew that I never wanted to forget about what had happened in my human life because of them. As much as they had caused pain and suffering, they also brought the most joyous and happiest memories too. When I could no longer hold it off any longer, I finally let the burning consume me.

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