Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. If I was, then this wouldn't be a fanfic.
Preface:
BPOV.
I am nothing but alone. Here awaits my death. No one to save me. Not this time. I drove them all away, to the point, they don't care. No one cares. Not my angel. Not my sunshine. Not even Mike Newton. Hell, if he came, he'd only bring death upon himself. And I would be the blame. Again.
It seems these days, I am the blame for every little problem. Let alone I have my own problems, now I have more. Like now. I am literally staring at my death, right in the face. But I don't know if I'm strong enough to save myself. I am not even sure if I want to.
"Hello, Isabella. We meet again."
Those words, that evil smile, even the voice. All familiar things, but I do not remember seeing this man. Ever in my life. The only thing different, I am not afraid anymore. I stopped being afraid after I was left alone. Not even when the only thing I had left was taken from me. When I was raped.
That was the day my life changed.
Oh Edward. If only you saw me now. An assassin. You wouldn't think of yourself a monster. No compared to me. For I bet I have killed more humans, than you have in your entire existence. And I'm only human.
I sighed.
"Yes, Aro. It has. Though, I am not quite sure why you have graced me with your presence."
The words came out so harsh, any mythical creature would run away in terror. Yet the vampire stayed calm.
"Oh. I think you know, of our agreement. And you have failed to keep up your end of the bargain. I am simply here for you to receive your punishment."
A mischievous smiled played on his cold lips. Great. Now I am stuck fighting a vampire. Alone. I showed no emotion on my face. Nothing but a small grin,
"So I see you remembered my birthday."
And with that, I fought a vampire alone. Whether I live or not, depends on, if I win. But I am just a mere human. How much damage could a little human do? We'll see.