I could taste the copper tone on my lip as I had once again bit it too hard, but it was nothing compared to the agony I felt though my body and deep into my soul. Without looking at a mirror I knew that my eyes had to be black as night, for it would match the deep empty pit of my hunger. It had been a while since I last sedated my hunger, and being in the middle of city fully of humans walking around did not help one bit. Going out there was just not an option, somehow if I did, he would find me.
For the last seven years I have lived with the dull ache that I felt in my heart. Sometimes I could ignore it, but when I knew he was near the ache would always be stronger. The ache isn't the metaphorical one either. So with that couple with hunger pains, I was not a happy camper. But still, he cannot find me, not like this, not at all.
It's not what you think, I'm not afraid of him. He wouldn't hurt me, at least not intentionally. He always thinks he has my best interest at heart. It one of the things I love about him. Seven years ago, he did something that he thought was in my best interest, he left me. And as far as he knows, I'm off living my happy normal life.
Hell is paved with good intentions. But this is my hell, and my hell was created to drag him into it. And I refuse to give the one who made me like this that satisfaction of it, even if she is long dead. He can never see me like this; it will only break his heart and tear away the soul he doesn't think he has.
My name is Bella, and I've been dead for seven years.
A/N Welcome to my first Twilight story. I know the Prelude was kinda short, but I promise that the chapters will be a lot longer. I may be a little slow with the chapters since I just starting to get back into fanfic writting after a year and a half.