The day my life ended, was the day my life began. They say when you feel nothing, your soul is free. The problem with this is that your mind never forgets, your thoughts consume with fire…burning for eternity, never to allow your soul to be…really…free.

Every life has a purpose, but sometimes they are sniffed out before they have a chance to blossom.

Prologue:

Bella

My will couldn't withstand the pain any longer. The horrible things they had done became too much. Darkness was falling on my swollen battered eyes and I couldn't stop it. Their voices…I would never forget their voices. The menacing way their laughter filled the room as I lie bleeding in front of them or their callous hands as they roughly tormented my body in ways that scarred my soul forever. My limbs broken and disfigured; bones shattered on so many levels that no physician could ever fix them. Pain seared through every inch of me for their own private pleasure. What had I done to deserve such hate? I asked myself this every day. What did I do so terrible that my life had to end at all…especially in this mannerism? These questions unfortunately would never get answered. I wanted my life…I begged for it, but it fell on deaf ears for their only quest was to punish me to the depths of darkness for eternity. My heart no longer beats as a human, but my life still exists in another way that I never knew it could.

I am now in this new life because of her. Her name is Rosalie. After all her help, I couldn't stay with her. I was stuck in my own misery of what happened. Rosalie told me that something very similar had happened to her as well and that some parts of me will be able to forget and move on as she had done, but I knew my hatred had grown too much to allow myself to do so. I am now twenty six years old in this new life and still have yet been able to get passed it. I see others of my kind from time to time, but I never stuck around them for very long. My sanity had turned into insanity. I wanted so much to kill them myself, but that chance was taken from me. Rosalie killed them off before I had a chance to change completely.

Rosalie, what can I say about her other than the fact that she saved me. She became my guardian angel, my savior. Her remorse towards what had happened to me became a motherly obsession; one that I couldn't bare at the time. I left Rosalie's side at the ripe age of two in my second life. She didn't do anything wrong really, it was more that I couldn't get passed my rage. Not the newborn rage; this rage was different; this was pure hate for any man that dare to do this to anyone else. I purposely drew myself to these men for my own gain; essentially turning the tables on them. Small towns, big cities, it didn't matter where; all the humans thanked whoever it was that was getting rid of the scum. Their rape and abuse statistics went down dramatically. They…loved me. I had grown to hate men of all sorts, even my own kind. Yes, I could fight them off with what I accumulated for abilities, but I just couldn't allow myself to become in close proximity to anyone. I had become a loner; destined to lurk in the shadows; waiting for my prey that always came out in the night as I did. I never had to go a night without feeding, especially in the cities. There was always enough bad blood to go around; to satisfy my every waking need to throw the trash out.

In human years, I would be forty five by now. Probably with a husband and children, living a good life; waiting for old age to set in. This would never happen now. Taking that away from me fueled my desire to kill even more. I looked at every aspect of what my life would have been like if it were different. What I missed out on. My parents, falling in love deeply, a wedding show casing me as the happy bride, giving birth, my children's birthday parties, possibly watch my grandchildren grow. Those sorts of things I would never have because of men like them. These thoughts fueled the intense burn to kill as many as possible. I knew that I would roam this planet alone forever. I'd planned on it. I wanted it. I accepted it in the end. I was happy with the job I had been given.

In my quest to search for a new area with new prey, I ran into Rosalie and her new husband Emmett. When she changed me, I didn't realize that I was her first to change someone. Emmett was her second and the last. Soon I would realize that both of my lives had layers that had yet been unfolded.

Okay, hi everyone! This story has me on the edge once again. I began writing this a while back and stopped for reasons I'd rather not discuss, but my intent now is to finish this beautiful dark creation and I hope that everyone will come to love it. I have a few other stories posted, but this one is close to me, so I hope that if anyone reads this that they will give a big shout out towards my way so I can respond accordingly. I would love to read your thoughts, lol. I'm not Edward so you'll have to actually type in your thoughts, lol. Chapter one will be up shortly. Reena