Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. If I did there may be more consumption of chocolate in the story as well as more normal vampires, or at least a solution for the sparkling disease they have. Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. I own the plot and my OC's.

Authors Note: Many ships shall occur. This includes Homosexual and Heterosexual relationships farther down the line. Don't Like? Don't read. Simple as that.

The Voice of My Savior - Chapter 1:

Bellas POV:

I remember their leaving. They just left me without a word. My last words were with Edward. I hated them, and wished I didn't remember them. But the years of my human life I spent in forks were crystal clear, my beloved memories of the sun and my mother were as clear as my eyes as a human, good enough to see but not enough to remember truly, but they were there, remembered and loved. The memories of Edward were unwelcomed and I often thought of hitting my head multiple times against a brick wall in an attempt to remove them, but I didn't knowing that I would break the bricks. I laughed bitterly at the thoughts of how Edward had prevented me from becoming a vampire, yet I became one without his control.

When they had left I had been broken, pieces scattered about, laying there untouched, forgotten. My heart was empty. Then something happened and I began picking up the pieces with help from Jacob and Angela, and we began putting them together, not fully mending my life and soul but enough so I began to live again. I would smile more and more, but my heart still ached. Not for Edward though, but instead for the loving family I had lost, even the unwanted glare from Rosalie was missed. But the hope of Edward returning was spurned; I knew that would never happen. I didn't care if he never returned. But because he stayed away his family would never return in my lifetime, for he would selfishly order them away, to forget about the human girl they had broken, left with a heart torn open. But the family he didn't deserve was what I missed.

The ever-present welcoming smile of Esme filled with love and kindness. The bubbly exuberant attitude of Alice as she pranced all over the place, never faltering in her steps, always so sure of herself, more beautiful and dazzling than the sunset. Jasper always beside her, with his look of determination and a slight grimace as he tried his best to learn his family's ways. Then there was Rosalie with her smirks and glares, her looks of jealousy always turned towards me, and there was the dimpled grin of Emmett, his big smiling childish face on the body of a muscle bound gladiator. And there was Doctor Carlisle with his consistent smile and curious mind. I tried my best to block my memories of Edward, putting up a shield, but I wilted when I did; all the memories of his family had Him there, so I dealt with it and remembered, with a pain filled soul.

I'm reading the diary I had now, remembering what had happened, which I wrote each day since the Cullen's left. I can barely remember writing it during that depressive catatonic state. All I remember within the first week was darkness, with my mind numb and my motions robotic and monotonous. But each day I would write it, the little emotions I felt and the events that happened before I would stare out the window at nothing. I was a husk of myself then, an empty shell. Slowly though I got better as I thought about everything, staying as strong as I could for Charlie and my friends, all with the help of a dream. Now, looking back, I regret being weak in that time of loss, not showing my love for Charlie truly, as I was wasting my time as a human, for all too soon I would lose those days of life and warmth of a beating heart.

Day 1:

On this day Edward, the one I love, whom I have given my heart to, left me. He left me in the forest and said he did not want me, that he did not love me. Why? Am I not good enough for him, being too weak, too fragile, hidden from his minds view? I remember being carried back to Charlie and my home by someone, my eyes filled with tears as my racking sobs filled the air. He had left me and torn out my heart. I was then put in my bed and tucked in by my father, my eyes now dry and red from my flood of sadness, the tears that had seemed endless gone, none left to be spilt from my brown eyes. Slowly I felt those eyes close, drifting off into a restless sleep, filled with nightmares.

In those nightmares I remembered 5 words and a cold glaring gaze from pitch black eyes; a voice which normally sounded angelic was instead replaced by a demon, filled with evil as he said those words, his teeth bared. I do not love you. He had then reached out with clawed cold hands, his bloodlust shown clearly on his once handsome face and there was darkness, my voice screaming within the night. My father had come rushing in with a tired worried look on his face as he held me, comforting as best he could. When I was soothed enough he had left me, kissing me on the forehead and smoothing my hair down, saying goodnight. I got up and wrote this down in my diary, and then I returned to my bed, making my mind blank in hopes to forget the nightmare. I did not succeed and the thoughts replayed constantly. Turmoil ran through my mind, remembering the words he had said "I do not love you" followed by words he said so quietly as he slipped away, so quiet, as though a gentle breeze passing by "All I felt was lust and desire for your blood and body and to know why I could not read you, Bella. "

Day 2:

I had woken a lot last night in my sleep, each dream identical, always those eyes of an abyss glaring at me, always those words. I had tried not to scream but each time his hands reached for me I succumbed to my fear. I began to get ready for school, my body moving yet my eyes not seeing and my mind not comprehending, thoughts occupying it completely. I went about the day this way, never responding. I almost got hit by a car in this state, but a voice of an angel, which sounded female, seemed to call out to me, to tell me to move, snapping me out of my saddening reverie for the moment, enough to stumble from the cars path. As I walked I slipped back into my mind, thoughts whirring as I thought of the voice, which sounded so familiar yet so distant. It's not normal to hear voices, right? And whose voice is it? I brushed it away, trying not to concern myself, and resumed thoughts of Edward. My dad looked at me worriedly as he entered the home, noticing me staring off into the distance. That night I slept with nightmares plaguing me once again.

(Another) Authors Note:

I ask of you viewers to Read & Review. Your opinions would be greatly appreciated.

To any readers who wish for more (although I doubt it will be like that at the moment), I ask for patience. I am busy with school and often procrastinate. I will try my best to update frequently. I hope you enjoy the beginning and what is to come.