The haunting, metallic smell fills her nose. She shrieks and turns in the dark room, searching for the source. Her hands are sore from the chains that bind her. But they will not bleed, no matter how hard she tries she can not bring forth a single drop to drink.  
   
    Oh Lord, where is it? She cranes her neck, her entire body twitches with need. She wants to see it, blossoming from skin, seeping into her. She wants to feel it on her tongue, fresh and warm.
   
    The he opens the door. The light filters in and illuminates the room. She searches for the source of the smell.
   
    He sets down a plate with a large slab of cougar corpse. She wrinkles her nose, this isn't what she was looking for. It smells rancid compared to the memory of human blood. It is red, thick with juice, but she does not desire it.
   
    He backs against the wall. He is scared of her, though he knows that she could not harm him. The fang marks that cover his arms are proof of that. He was not hurt and did not bleed.
   
    She growls. It's his fault. He will not let her free to taste and feed as she pleases. He made her this, but will not let her be what she has become.
   
    "Bella…" He is trying to talk. As if that will do anything. She lunges at him, but the chains that bind her are unbreakable. Her arms are nearly wrenched from the sockets as she falls back to the bed.
   
    He shakes his head. It has been a year, and nothing has changed, but he has to try.
   
    "Bella, I love you."
   
    She sneers and laughs. Her teeth are bared and her grin is frightening.
   
    "I love you."