Night of Wondrous Terror

By: Exic

This is madness. I had a dream about it, and it just popped up on the screen. Well, not literally, but you know how it goes. Read and review, please.

Her head hurt.

That was the first thought that entered Isabella Swan's mind when she awoke. She opened her eyes to a blinding light. Though her eyes were still blurry, she could faintly make out tiles on the ceiling.

She rolled over and pushed herself into a sitting position. She rubbed her eyes and groaned. A distant memory flashed through her mind.

She was in her room with Edward and there was a bang as her window whooshed open and banged against her wall. Edward sat up straight and she groggily murmured his name. "Edward?" she said again. "No-, " she heard him whisper, and then he jumped up. "No!" he roared, and she heard him grunt in pain. She sat up straight in bed as someone came behind her and clamped a hand over her mouth and nose. She tried pulling against the force, but it held her still with inhuman strength. She moved her eyes hastily around until her own eyes met Edward's. "Bella, Bella! I will find you! I will get you back!" he yelled as they dragged him out the door. "I will kill you, I will murder you! Bella, I love you!" he said as he was dragged out the window. As she began to feel lightheaded, she heard a laugh behind her. It was childish, and beautiful, yet familiar. "Goodnight, Bella," a slightly familiar voice purred in her ear as her world tumbled to the dark side.

"Hello, Bella, dear, would you like some tea? We have enough to go around for the humans, you know," that same voice said lightly to her.

She sat up abruptly, her eyes widening and her breath catching. "Who are you?" she whispered, her voice raspy and her head pounding.

"Oh, you don't remember me, dear Bella? What a shame, oh, the shame, that I must remind you again…" the voice said cheerfully.

A man in black pants and a black sweater, plus long black hair down his back appeared in front of her, so fast she didn't really know from which direction he came. 'Vampire,' her mind whispered. 'You remember Aro.'

"Aro," she breathed, stunned momentarily by his eerie beauty. His skin looked like a fragile pale paper, though his face was so incredibly beautiful. His eyes glistened in the light from the huge ceiling that she was under.

"My dear, Bella, it is not polite to stare," he said, scorning her like a child. She turned her face away, blushing. "Mmmm, Bella, love, your blood smells delicious today," he told her. She didn't know if he meant that as a compliment or a threat, but she wouldn't take any chances. She watched him carefully with her eyes as he circled around her, his hand sweeping over her shoulder, past the base of her neck as he trailed his fingers over her skin. She shivered and his fingers paused for a mini-split-second before he moved again.

"Oh, darling, I just want to talk to you," he said, moving closer to her as his circle ended in front of her. She felt his fingers on the back of her neck, and wondered if he had read her mind. She didn't think so. His touch felt like he needed her, in some odd way. It was the oddest feeling, and it stirred her emotions. She didn't speak.

"Bella, dear, I will be blunt. I want you-" he pointed to her, inching closer by the second, causing her to throw her guards back up before he got too close, "- to let me change you into a vampire. I want you to be one of the Volturi."

Her first reaction was shock. She had known he wanted her, but to steal her from her own bed? She observed him, and though it was hidden perfectly under his never-failing smile, she could see his inner battle. He wanted to kill her, to take her precious blood- but no! He must keep her, and use her! But she also saw that his struggle was not just because of his want for her possible power. He wanted her.

She was quiet for a moment. "And what if I don't want to be one of you?" she asked. He moved closer to her, so close she felt the cold off his skin. She pushed back her shiver, not a shiver of cold, but a quivering from her soul she could not feel around him.

"What if I make you?" he whispered. He moved even closer, and she could feel his breath on her face. He smelled like cinnamon and apples and smooth mint. She sighed slightly, and heard his breath turn slightly uneven. Just as she suspected. He would not kill her, because he wanted her.

She moved just closer until her lips just barely grazed his. His lips tried to press ever closer to hers, but she did not allow it. Electric shock ran from his lips onto hers, and her breath caught. She felt him shiver. "You can't," she breathed, and he pulled away suddenly.

"Caius, get Damien to bring her out," he said, moving backwards from her, his eyes never leaving hers. "And, Bella," he said quietly, so quietly she could barely hear him. Caius appeared behind her, and clamped a hand down on her mouth, but she was now ready for the darkness.

"Isabella Swan, you will be a part of this. You will be mine, Bella," he whispered, just as she fell into the darkness.

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