A/N. Hey! Although I have spent a ridiculous amount of hours reading so many amazing different fanfics since I first discovered this site, this is the first one I have ever written so please be gentle with me. Hit the review button at the end because I would love to hear whatever you think. The good, the bad and the ugly. So anyway, I hope you like it and thanks so much for reading.
Seriously! Did he seriously just say that? I'm not good enough for him? How dare he? I'm Izabelle Petrova and anybody that messes with me must have a death wish.
"Excuse you!" I shout incredulously as he turns around and walks away. "How dare you?", I shout, "I am not the pathetic little crybaby who is terrified of what he is! Who is terrified to look into the mirror for fear of seeing himself for what he really is, a monster. Because that is the truth Edward, that is what you are. A monster. The most cowardly monster I've ever met! All of you! Cowards! Pathetic little cowards! Who leaves a defenceless little human in the woods after breaking their heart anyway? I know you're out there you know! I can hear you all breathing, so you may as well come out and face me, that way I don't have to waste time tracking you down before I kill you all!".
I finish my rant as the rest of the members of the Cullen clan make their way out of their hiding places. All of the members of the family show a varying range of emotions on their faces. Terror; rightly so, confusion; also perfectly understandable they think I'm sweet and innocent, how wrong they are. Guilt too, is a prominent emotion, as it bloody well should be! On Rosalie's face there is a slight glimmer of pride, presumably for the previously malleable human who she believes has now grown a backbone. Odd as it is, I quite like Rosalie, perhaps because we are slightly similar in truth, a hard, bitchy exterior acting as a barrier from our messy past. Either way, I just may let her escape the slaughter that shall soon come. However, there is one emotion that confuses me, one emotion that I don't understand, rage. The pure, violent rage that is currently burning in Edward and Alice's eyes.
However, though I may not understand it, it is clear that my instincts do as just as Edward and Alice are about to crash into me, I hop out the way and come away unscathed as the two collide into each other with a loud bang. I momentarily get lost inside my own head as I smirk, thinking about how useful a thunderstorm would be to them now. Coming out of my mind, I look up to see the idiots glowering at me and felling playful I flash them a smug grin.
Let the games begin, I think, let the games begin!
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