This is my first Twilight fanfiction. It takes place during New Moon, because, well, I was disappointed with how the rest of the books turned out. I was hoping for it to turn out a little bit differently, so these are just my opinions on what should have happened. Have any questions? Ask me. I'll clarify anything you want to know. Please read all of it! Enjoy!
Bella pulled her knees to her chest, heart-wrenching sobs escaping her lips, ripped from her mouth involuntarily. She no longer knew if she was making noise at all. It didn't even matter, because Edward was gone. Through her tears, she stared dejectedly at her bare walls. To her, nothing even mattered. She barely knew night from day, she didn't know if Charlie even came home anymore. She didn't remember the last time she ate-or drank. She lived in her room, no longer bothering to go to school. There was too much there to force unwanted memories upon her- every sweet kiss she had shared with E-E-E- HIM, every smile, every laugh she had shared with his family would be remembered, each one ripping out a peace of her heart.
'No,' she thought, her face contorting into a mask of pain, 'my heart has already been ripped out. There's nothing left.'
Pain rippled through her chest, and more ragged sobs burst from her throat, the pathetic sound similar to that of an injured animal. Slowly, Bella unfolded herself from her position on her bed, standing up crookedly. She ignored the rubbery feeling in her legs, dragging them to her mirror, staring in with eyes filled with anguish.
"What, are you doing to yourself, Bella?" She spoke to her lifeless reflection, raising a trembling hand to the mirror, touching the glass. Her fingers left foggy streaks on it, shaky lines that stretched longingly, looking so forlorn and lonely against the subtle gleams of light. She smiled for a moment, her pale skin lifting slightly at the corners of her mouth, realizing that was how she must have looked next to HIM. Hideous, and out of place. The pain in her face deepened. "No wonder he left me," She whispered.
"Oh, Bella. Look at you." She heard a silken voice behind me murmur from behind her. Bella stiffened for a moment, remembering the last time she had heard a voice like this- so pure, so smooth. She let the memory wash over her like the water from a shower, and for a moment, she smiled, her face alive with a joy she could almost not comprehend. But through the happiness of remembering a voice like this, she felt fear seeping to her core.
The voice was not HIS.
Her breath quickened, and she whirled around. Her heartbeat quickened in her chest, a fact that her intruder could not ignore. The beautiful, red-haired women smiled in malicious glee, her threatening grin contorting her angelic face.
Bella's hand sprung from its paralyzed position on the mirror to her neck, feeling her heart leap up to her throat in shock. It lay there limply against her pale, almost colorless skin.
"Victoria." Her lifeless words did not form a question, merely a statement.
Victoria was in her room, standing there as if they were old friends. But Bella was not too surprised. She had been expecting this ever since Jake left, and Laurent was chased away in the woods. She knew that Victoria would be here soon enough, ready to kill her. 'A mate for a mate,' she thought dimly to herself, her eyebrows scrunching together with fatigue. She was so tired.
"You must have heard from Laurent." Victoria could tell she was afraid-afraid, yet not surprised to see her. She had been waiting for her. Waiting to die.
The female vampire looked Bella up and down. She had never seen a bigger wreck of a human, not even the ones she had sucked half-dry, begging for their lives. Those people would not come to terms with their death. They wanted to live, even if it meant giving up their souls. They kept fighting. The girl before her already looked dead-she was only a shell, no heart, no soul, no nothing to occupy the already weak, pitiful person before her. She had already given up.
"I can't say that I'm sad that you are in this state." Victoria's eyes flashed in resentment of the girl in front of her. "Yet, I am curious enough to ask why." The vampire tossed her hair back and laughed wickedly to herself. "I like to play with my food."
Bella's throat tightened as she responded to the red-eyed vampire before her. "The Cullens left me. I was nothing more than a plaything to them. They never loved me." Her voice was barely above a whisper. 'Why even bother denying it when I know I am about to die.' She thought to herself, a sob catching in her raw throat, resulting in a noise similar to water rushing through a drainpipe.
Victoria couldn't even feel pity for the girl in front of her. So she was broken beyond repair-she could easily escape the pain of her loss so easily, with one single gunshot, or taking too many pills. The possibilities were endless. Yet Victoria was forced to live an eternal life without ever seeing her James again. All because of this worthless little brat.
Suddenly, a ghost of an idea rippled through her mind, such a cruel action that she almost gasped out loud in pure joy.
Victoria would cause this girl eternal pain.
"Please," Bella begged, her voice cracking on the single syllable, "Please just kill me now. I don't care how, just please." A crazed look full of utter self-hatred filled her eyes, "I'm not good enough to keep living."
Victoria was over at her side in a flash, standing behind her, her mouth pressed up against her ear so she could whisper in it. Her right hand was on Bella's wet, throbbing pulse, a noise so tempting that Victoria almost forgot her plan.
"Did you think I would let you escape this easily?" Victoria whispered, her musical voice low and harsh, so beautiful, yet so utterly terrifying. "Did you think I would let you rid of a pain so deep you feel it could shatter you to your core?" Victoria pushed Bella forward roughly, giggling to herself in pure joy as she heard the girl's head connect with the corner of the bedpost.
Victoria smelled fresh blood. She sauntered forward, with the grace of a dancer, yet the ferocity of a rabid mountain lion. She crouched down next to Bella and grinned savagely, her gorgeous features resembling that of the Cheshire Cat.
Bella was gasping in pain, but not terror. She had imagined her death would be a painful one- she was not lucky enough for it to be quick and painless. She rose a trembling had to her forehead- through her emotional pain, she felt a sharp, hot feeling rush through her temple when Victoria threw her. She felt warm wetness on her brow, and smelled rust and salt, the smell of blood she hated so much. She brought her hand down to her face, barely registering it when she saw her hand covered in bright red blood, dripping from her fingertips as Victoria settled down next to her.
The female vampire rose a steady finger to the open wound on Bella's forehead, stroking a bit of the blood out of her eyes, then licking the blood of her finger. She grinned.
"Now I see why the kept you around for as long as they did. You taste simply delectable." Bella shuddered in horror as her red eyes flashed with amusement.
Suddenly, anger once again seeped into Victoria's features. "I see why my mate wanted you so much." She grabbed Bella's neck, clenching it in her ice-cold grasp, "But you were not worth dying for. Not worth dying for, Bella, dear."
Victoria's hand constricted for a moment then relaxed on Bella's throat. "I'm going to make you pay for what you did to my James. I'm not going to kill you." She snorted, and Bella's eyes widened. "I'm going to make you immortal, so you have to live forever knowing that you are unwanted." Her red lips pulled back into a smile once more. "The worst punishment of all."
Bella was speechless. Her mouth opened and closed, resembling a goldfish out of water. Her brown eyes looked so dead, so afraid, and yet so empty at the same time. They had endured so much more than they should have for her short years, and would endure so much more in the endless time to come.
Victoria put her lips to her pale neck, almost resembling a kiss, then bit down with unimaginable force, and let the venom seep through the girl's veins.
As the fire began to rush through her body, Bella's eyes rolled back in her head. Visions of Edward filled her mind-Alice-Jasper-Emmett-Carlisle-Esme-even Rosalie. They all dominated her thoughts, until the pain was unbearable, and she let a mangled scream.
Victoria picked up her small frame in her arms, and carried her out through the woods, where the change could take place for the next few days. She dumped Bella's writhing body to the ground, and stared at it for a moment.
"I'm not sorry." She whispered, and then ran off into the darkness.
Only Bella's half-hearted screams filled the silence of the night.
Loved it? Hated it? Any questions? No flames please! (Trust me, last time I got a flame it was NOT pretty, honestly.) Any questions? Suggestions? I'm open to anything. Except flames. Ahem. Thanks!
~Ari