Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, no matter how many four leaf clovers I find or how many leprechauns I capture.

I know, I know, I'm wayyy overdue for an update. RL has been a real Victoria lately (and YEAH, I went there), but I thought I'd put this up to try and hold off the vultures *glares at sky* for a bit.

FIC PICS: Ruined and All Twisted Up by xoxoSoftballTwihard28xoxo. She's my best friend in the entire world, so please give her some love!

EPOV

It had been 5 years since we left Forks, and with it, my reason for existence. My family just wouldn't stop griping about how they hadn't gotten a chance to say goodbye, she was their family too, yadda, yadda, yadda. She wasn't THEIR mate. They really didn't want to say goodbye. I couldn't believe the look in her eyes when I told her we were leaving. I couldn't bring myself to believe that she had believed me so easily. And of course she had done the completely Bella thing to do; she accepted it. Even though I knew she loved me as much as I did her, she let me go. She thought it would make me happy, so she let me go, regardless of how miserable it would make her.

I hadn't thought it possible, but one day in Minnesota, I had met my true mate. Her name is Ashley and she's the most amazing vampire in existence. Her golden eyes sparkle with mischief, and her dark blonde hair falls just past her shoulders in thick, luscious waves. I had literally run into her on a hunt, knocked her to the ground, and the minute my hand touched hers, we just knew.

Last year, I had sent Rosalie back to check on Bella, make sure she was okay. I knew she was the only one that wouldn't try to interfere, the only one who wouldn't get too close. I still felt responsible for putting her through so much pain. When Rosalie came back, her face was grim.

I leapt to my feet, already imagining the worst. "What? Is she hurt?" I demanded anxiously. I may not have romantic feelings for her anymore, I still care for her. Luckily, Ashley understands. God, I couldn't have been luckier with her.

She kept her head down and replayed her trip for me, starting with her arrival. It wasn't pretty. Bella's face was sallow; she had purple bags under her eyes and her cheeks were sunken. She obviously hadn't been feeding herself properly. Her arms had slightly raised white lines across them, mostly near her wrists. I recoiled in horror. Was that because of me?

I made my decision then and there: I was going back. I had to set things right.

O.O.O.O. (One Week Later)

As I stepped onto Main Street in Port Angeles, I felt a wave of unease pass through me. She was here, and we would be face to face for the first time in five years. My family stayed behind me, subtly blending into the crowd.

I finally saw her come out of the little bookstore, head down, arms wrapped tightly around her torso. As much as I hated to say it, she looked horrible. She stepped to the crossing toward us, and I knew she hadn't seen me yet. I turned around to compose myself for a minute.

I heard a screeching sound, and the blaring of an 18-wheeler's horn. I was about to turn back when I heard a sickening crunch, followed by a smell I thought I'd never smell again. Bella's blood.

Soooo? Like it? Love it? Hate it with a burning passion? Tell me in a review and please tell your friends about this and my other stories! Each and every review is read and used to boost my mouse of an ego. B.T.W: I allow anonymous reviews, but please don't take advantage of it. Edwards "true mate" is based off of my sister, Ashley. Love you gurlie! I know this isn't that good, but please bear with me for a bit.

I have ABSOLUTELY no intentions to do anything like this in any of my other stories, I just had to get out some frustration somehow…