The first chapter of my new story... tell me what you think guys :)

Salisbury, England - July 1944

I rubbed my aching forehead and groaned. What the hell happened?

I opened my eyes to discover I was trapped under a huge wooden pillar. I tried to sit up but was prevented by a sudden pain in my side. Looking down to my right, I noticed there was a long piece of wood stuck in the side of my body. Shit. Unable to reach it, I decided that I'd have to push the pillar off first. I tried to lift it up, but almost immediately gave up wincing again at the immense pain. I frowned. There had to be some way of getting this stupid pillar off without being in agony.

"Hel-" I tried to shout, only to result into a rasping coughing fit. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Hello? Please, is anyone out there? Help! Please, I'm stuck!"

I sighed. Obviously no one could hear me.

I stared at the pillar again. If it wasn't for this dumb piece of wood in my side I could lift this thing of myself easily. I growled under my breath. That goddamn'd piece of s-

The pillar was slowly floating upwards off the ground.

I gasped and it fell back down on top of me. Shit. Was that me? Did I do that? I looked back at the pillar, frowning. Maybe I could get it off that way. I focused all my attention on it and willed it to move. I felt a chill go through my warm body and slowly, the pillar began to move upwards. When it was completely off me I directed it away and dropped it on the ground next to me with a crash.

I carefully stood up wincing and brushed the dust off my dress. I gave a gasp of surprise as my hand brushed against the bare skin of my left arm. My hands were freezing. My body ran above the temperature of a normal human being so nothing should feel cold to me. Not even my own skin.

Deciding that it was probably loss of blood or something I yanked the piece of wood out of my side with a gasp of pain. Looking down, I surveyed the damage to my side. Luckily it was a clean cut and the wood hadn't splintered. Though it was very deep it wouldn't heal for a few hours. Not for the first time I felt immensely grateful that I wasn't human. I also noticed for the first time the three broken fingers on my right hand. I sighed and forced them back in place with a loud crack.

I ripped the hem off my floor length dress and tied the dirty material around the injury to stop the blood going everywhere. When that was done I looked around me, trying to work out what had happened. Where am I? I noticed a familiar looking sofa. It was ripped and trapped under a piece of collapsed roof. I frowned. Where had I seen that before? Suddenly, I recognised where I was – it was my house.

Damn.

I heard a creaking sound coming from the remaining roof above me. Deciding that it probably wasn't going to be safe in here for very much longer I climbed towards the doorframe and stumbled outside into the glaring sunlight.

Breathing in the clean air to my rasping throat, I looked at the crumbled house trying to remember what had happened.

"Matt, stop being such a woman you look fine. Get away from that mirror or we're going to be late."

He turned and looked back at me. His eyes were sad and tinged red at the edges.

"Are you sure that you really want to go?" I asked, worried. "She did say you didn't have to if it was uncomfortable for you." Damn right it would be uncomfortable for him. It would be hell for him. That stupid bitch, she always found a way to hurt him but keep the sugar coating. "We can just stay if you want to." I said out loud.

"No I'm ok. I'm going." He smiled unconvincingly. "What are we waiting for?"

I groaned at his forced enthusiasm and followed him out the door…

Ignoring the pain in my side I limped towards a pile of rubble and sat down. I closed my eyes and searched back through my memory.

As the sound of the organ started up I turned to my right and gave my best friend Matt an encouraging smile. We were sitting in the third pew from the back of the church. All eyes were fixed on the isle as the doors opened and the bride walked out.

I reached out and squeezed Matthew's hand. He turned around and I looked at him concerned. He gave me a weak smile then turned back to the bride walking up the isle. I joined him, watching until she reached the groom waiting at the alter. The groom gave her a soppy smile and I felt Matt stir beside me. I squeezed his hand again to comfort him…

Of course, it had been Alexander's wedding - his wedding to the girl that was the object of Matt's unrequited love. I had gone with him as moral support. I closed my eyes again and returned to my memories. This time it was a very different scene.

I heard screams coming from all sides. We were outside now. I looked up to see Alexander's newly wedded wife using the power she had hidden from us to kill the remains of my family and her new family alike.

An unconscious body landed at my feet. Looking down, I recognised who it was. I crouched down and tried to revive him.

"Matt? Matthew, please wake up. Come on Matt please." Finally, from beneath me he began to stir.

"Beccer?" he whispered. "What's happening?"

"Come on we need to get somewhere safe." I said, pulling him up.

"Matthew, my darling." Came a voice close to us. We both looked up. "Oh Matt, you really were such an easy one to mess with." The murderous bride smiled silkily. "And you, Beccer, although you were the only one of the werewolves that didn't trust me, you never expected this did you?"

I growled at her. "You bitch. Why are you doing this?"

"Now that's no way for a young lady to speak." She laughed. "And witch, would be more appropriate really. But I won't be fussy."

"Y-you're a witch?" I gasped.

"Why for someone deemed so intelligent, you really are so slow. Yes, I'm a witch and you and your kind has annoyed me for eternity. I must destroy them."

"You're slaughtering my family because … because we annoy you?" I struggled to get my head around it. How deranged was this bitch?

She didn't answer me. "Matthew," She crooned. "Darling, you're not saying much. Don't you have anything to say to your sweetheart?"

"You led me on." He said tonelessly beside me. "You used me to get to the pack."

"Oh yes. Well done."

"And, and you used Alexander to get to – to the-"

"To get to the vampires. Yes." She laughed again. "Everybody's working it all out now. Such a shame it's too late isn't it?"

Suddenly there was a cry from our right as my brother ran towards her with a long wooden pole in his mouth in an attempt to stake her. She laughed again, flipped up her hand and sent him flying in the air at high speed, until he hit a tree and fell to the ground with a whine, blood dripping out of his head.

"No!" I yelled and tried to run towards him. Matthew held me back.

"It's too late." He said sadly as she used her magic to rip him apart before my eyes. Taking advantage of her distraction we ran looking for safety. All around us there were screams of terror from my friends and family. Finally, we reached my house and ran inside. We stood in the kitchen catching our breath. Around us, the house began to shake. We ran to the door but before we could make it the ceiling collapsed, blocking all the exits.

"Quick, under the table!"

We both scrambled under the table as the house began to crumble above us. From outside we heard the screams of Matthew's little sister, Florence. The wall collapsed and we could see her. We both started towards her, but the house gave another shudder, dislodging the wooden pillar that stood in the middle of the room. It fell and pinned me to the ground. Matt looked back and faltered.

"Go!" I shrieked. "Leave me goddammit! Go help her Matt!"

Any other day he'd have scolded me for using that sort of language. He was a great friend but he didn't like my 'improper and un-ladylike' language as he called it. Right now however, his mind was on more pressing matters.

After a moments hesitation he ran out through the gap after his sister. I watched him go, willing for them both to be okay. The house shook again and the rest of the ceiling fell through, piling another mountain of rubble on top of me. A brick fell from the room above and hit me on the head, sending me unconsciousness. I felt yet more rubble fall onto me as I slipped quietly into the darkness…

Grunting at the pain, I stood up and walked past the ruins of my house. Matthew…he should be around here somewhere. Maybe, maybe he was still alive. I limped to the spot where I had seen him last, and slowly a terrible scene came into view.

Strewn all around the street were the blood splattered bodies of all the people I cared about. My brother, leaning against the tree, his bloody insides surrounding his broken body. Michael, my pack's alpha and Matthew's older brother was lying face down on the ground, his entire body twisted unnaturally. Next to him was little Joseph, the newest edition to the pack, barely 13 years old. Both his legs were split open from thigh to ankle, the blood still seeping out to the ground, his glassy eyes still fixed in a state of terror.

To his right there was a mound of burning bodies - The Thompsons, or as I knew them, the vampires. The adopted family of Alexander. I hadn't liked any of them in life -particularly his 'sister' Leah) - but I still flinched at the sight of the burning corpses. No one deserved that.

Something yellow caught my eye behind the flaming mass. I squinted, trying to work out what it was. It was a shirt caught on an open gate.

Matthew had been wearing a shirt that exact shade.

Taking care not to look at any other faces around me, I scrambled over to the gate. When I reached it I found that the back wall of the house had collapsed and the yellow shirt was sticking out from under it. I tried to lift it, but again the throbbing pain in my side prevented me.

Maybe I could lift it like I had lifted the pillar. I mentally felt around for the energy that had given me the power to move the pillar before. Finding it, I focused it on the collapsed wall in front of my and willed it into lifting upwards. As before, I directed it away and it crashed back down to the floor. Hmm. Need to work on that bit. Then I looked down at what the wall had been hiding and gasped in pain. I looked away from the mess at my feet and sunk to the floor as a fresh wave of tears gushed out. I felt a stabbing pain inside me but knew that it wasn't caused by any physical injury.

Finally, I summoned up all the energy I could, and stood up. I wiped the tears from my eyes. Shit. Now I remembered what had happened. Now I remembered who had caused this. Alexander Thompson's blushing bride, Matt's subject of unrequited love,

Isabella Swan.

I returned to the wreckage of my house and somehow found my bedroom. Trying to ignore my ruined home, I grabbed a bag and filled it with a few belonging - a few dresses, a spare pair of shoes and a couple of photographs of my friends and family. As I carefully climbed back down the hazardous staircase I spotted a box of matches by the fire place in the lounge.

Protect our secret. My father's voice said in my head. Protect our kind.

I went to pick them up, lit a match and set fire to the curtains. As the room began to catch light I quickly went back outside. I did the same to all the other wrecked houses. Protect our secret. Protect our kind. I chanted in my head.

Finally the matches ran out and my work was done. The tiny village looked like it'd been hit by a bomb. No one would be able to tell what had really happened. For the first time I thanked God for the Great War.

I limped off towards the woods away from the devastating scene. I stopped when I reached them and turned around. Looking around at the ruins that had once been my home, I vowed that some day I would make that bitch pay.

Heyy it's me again PepperX...... NEW STORY

Are you excited? I know I am.

Okay so you have to keep an open mind with this one, it's very different to my other two, but other than the whole anti-Bella thing all the characters keep the same personalities as they have in the books...

So... tell me what you think and the rest will come soon I promise... I have like 17 chapters written already :)

More details and explanations will come with the next chapter.. Ask any questions before then and I'll answer them in my author's note :)

Loves ~

PepperX