Okay, all characters from Twilight aren't mine obviously. They Are Stephenie Meyer's. Edward, Bella, Jacob, Aro, Marcus, Emmett, Angela, Tanya, and the rest of them belong to her, not me. There you go.

Here's the prologue. Enjoy! Oh, and yes, it is not supposed to say who's POV it is. That'd give it away.

"How soon?" a woman asked from the back of the room.

"About three weeks," I responded icily. I thought I had been prepared for everything, but her reaction to this was strange. She was acting so calm about it.

The blonde woman shook her head. "I can't believe he's doing this to me. I thought he loved me! Now he's running off with some, some... human," the woman spat as she turned in her chair to face me. I nodded. It was bad he was marrying a human, but that wasn't what bothered me most about their engagement. "Have you tried to reason with him?"

I nodded again. "He always says the same thing. He loves her. She loves him. I try to remind him that it may not be safe for, or him for that matter, with the Volturi on his heels, forcing him to make a decision. Bite or drink. For me it's obvious, but Edward just won't see reason. He's so reluctant to bite her, and he refuses to drink her, so he's going to die. I don't see why he doesn't do us all a favor and just call it off," I hissed, crossing my pale arms in front of my chest.

The other vampire nodded. "I still can't believe it. What about her relatives? They'll have to fake her death," the woman pointed out.

"I know," I responded.

"Well obviously you don't!" she shouted, pushing away from her desk and standing up. Her golden eyes narrowed as she glared at me, but I didn't mind. "Why have you come here if all you have is bad news?"

I smiled and shook my head. I pulled out a few papers, some passports, plane tickets, and a credit card. "Not all is lost. I've got a plan," I reminded her.

That made the vampire stop in the middle of her fit. She grinned wickedly and was at my side in a second. "Of course you do, my dear, wonderful girl," she said, obviously pleased.

"I'm not a girl!" I hissed. I was a vampire. I would not be mentioned as a human, especially by one of my own kind.

She nodded. "True. You are almost a century old," the woman agreed. "Come now. We must get this plan ready to go." I nodded. That was why I had come, after all.

"We have all week," I said simply, and we sat down at her desk. It was time. I'd get my revenge.

There it is! The almighty prologue. If you've got any guesses, feel free to post them in a review. (Have I ever told you I love reviews?)

Ezzy