A.N. I'm not sure when in the book this would fit, but this is what I think would have happened if Victoria and Bella ever met face to face.
I stood frozen in fear. This was it I was going to die. The red headed vampire slowly moved towards me mumbling under her breath.
"Now he'll feel it!" she whispered, "he will know!"
I frowned confused, then realized she was talking about him.
"He doesn't want me," I told her, my voice monotone.
She cocked her head to the side, "What?"
"He doesn't want me." I repeated.
"That's a lie. I saw how he looked at you."
"He left," I kept it simple, "he doesn't want me."
She still didn't believe me, then for the first time her eyes met mine. I saw the same pain in hers as I'm sure my own bared.
Loneliness
Hopelessness
Pity…hang on! Pity? In Victoria? No way!
I kept telling myself I was being stupid, that my will to live was playing tricks on me. Then she spoke again.
"What did he say?"
"I'm sorry," I was confused again.
"What did he say before he left? Or did he not bother to tell you?"
I looked away from her, "He said he didn't want me," I didn't want to look at her face. I knew she'd mock me. I knew this was what she wanted to see: my pain.
"Bella, look at me."
I didn't want to, but that god forsaken vampire ability to persuade made me.
"I'll leave," she told me, "and I won't come back." She walked away.
"What?" I gawked, "wha—what?"
She turned back, "This isn't what I wanted."
A.N. Tell me what you think! It's my first fic to be gentle, though if you think I could improve some where tell me. It's a one shot for now but if enough people want me to continue I could try to think of some kind of plot for other chapters.