Disclaimer: Don't own twilight or accidentally in love.

A/N: So if you guys hadn't already read Accidentally in Love by abbie1212, I'm gonna tell you know that you have to read it, if you don't want to I'll go ahead and fill you in, Bella and Carlisle are deeply in love and are thinking of marriage. Edward had just found out after he was going to kill himself for Bella. It starts right after New Moon. I am planning to do a sequel on the story that I suppose at times would act as a prequel as well. So please Enjoy and read and most of all review!

Chapter One - Me, Myself, and I

Edward

Storming out of the Volturi with a mixed feelings of depression, anger, and overall betrayal I run to the nearest backstreet I can and start punching the stone buildings leaving dents or missing stones each time my fist meets the wall. How could someone that I came to regard as not only a father, but a best friend and someone who I could easily seek refuge from betray me like this. But not only that but with the girl I came to love so much I would die for her?! And for what? Just to find out she wasn't really ever in love with me and I had been the only one blind to everything. Well that and also Esme, who I doubt knows anything.

I was hurt beyond belief and repair. I just needed something to get my mind off of... of everything.

Which was when some poor old soul stumbled in already drunk from the festival going on around the corner. "Hey there!" He said tipping over and spilling some beer, "Why- hic - why aren't you at the party!" He asked with a smug smile on his face. This was no time for celebration. Which was when I sped over to him and without realizing and sunk my teeth as deep into his neck as I possibly could.

By the time I finally finished draining him of all of his deliciously drunk blood his head was detached and my eyes were purely read, even with the colored contacts. As I wiped some blood off my mouth I jumped at a small steady voice, "Pity," she said staring at me with that expressionless face that she always seemed to have whenever anyone was around. It would always make me wonder what her smile would be like, creepy or beautiful?

"What you don't like it," I sneered towards her knowing full and well that she didn't give a damn about human life. I knew how the Volturi worked, they view humans as unnecessary and didn't care if they died off or not. The only thing they cared about was keeping our kind a secret so that we could secretly thrive in the shadows.

"No thats not it," She replied in quite the monotone voice, "Its just that he could have made a fine addition to the family." Her eyes flickered up to me from the mangled body on the ground and added rather smugly, "Don't you think?"

Now my rage was increasing with every second she had stared at me with those blood red eyes. I wanted to hurt her, to cause her pain. But I acted without thinking because as soon as I sped up to her she mumbled those famous words that put fear into anyone and everyone.

"Pain."

I stumbled to the ground in excruciating pain grabbing my head as it felt like a thousand knifes were stabbing through it. "St-stop!" I managed to scream out just barely as I caught a peek of her face. She was smiling.

It was really something anyone could expect from her, especially when she was causing pain upon someone else, something she loved to do. It was creepy and sent chills down the spin that felt as though it was cracking into a thousand pieces. It lasted a couple more minutes before she finally let up, inclining her head upward and looking down at me satisfied with herself.

"Let that be a lesson," she said in that monotone voice that I hated so much, "Your acting irrational. I have been assigned to you to make sure you don't spill anything you weren't suppose to."

Just great, wonderful! I am now going to have a permanent Volturi on my ass wherever I went and it wasn't even a fun one. I would have preferred anyone other than her, even Aro. Who was nuts in everything and enjoyed viewing the pain and drama others had. But while now I think about it maybe Jane would not be so bad, she wouldn't be poking at my wound every minute of every second.

But I wasn't going to let her know that, "I don't need a babysitter," I mumbled as I got up a brushed off the dirt that was now all over my jeans.

Except she didn't say a word, all she did was walk away and silently told me to come. Naturally I left in fear she would use other ways of getting me to listen.