Hello! This is only the second fic that I have written and is my very first twilight fic. This story is far from the canon plot and also contains several non canon pairings. Alice/Bella and maybe more girl/girl or boy/boy. Well I hope you like it, please let me know how you feel about it and what I could do better. I am very much open to criticism so throw it at me!

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight...if I did...I would be sitting on a beach in Hawaii with the Cullens sipping on cocktails and wearing shades from their sparkly glare. Hence no, Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and its characters.

Prelude

"Stand, Isabella." His skin was transparent, though he was anything but fragile. His tone was laced with authority yet a softer, more pained expression adorned his face. Where pride once shone in his eyes when he looked upon his protégée, Aro could now only show disappointment. The disappointment of losing. The disappointment of wasted potential.

The girl, fragile and innocent in her appearance, knelt on the marble floor before her sire. Shame filled her crimson eyes.

"I am not worthy my Lord."

Aro took one step toward her and knelt on one knee, facing the girl. Placing two fingers beneath her chin, he tilted her head to meet her gaze.

"Isabella, no matter the place I hold for you in my heart, you will obey my orders." His voice did not waver. He remained calm, without raising the volume of his words. His position in the Volturi alone was enough to intimidate even the most defiant of subjects.

"Yes sir." Bella's reply was timid. At that moment, she appeared as nothing more than a fragile teenager. Her long, silked brown hair cascaded down her back and framed her fair complexion. Full lips, almost as deep a shade of red as her eyes; the eyes of a killer. As if the colour and intensity of her eyes was not enough, her long, dark lashes added to her appeal. These eyes alone could draw forth unsuspecting prey, luring them into a sense of comfort, only to be stripped of their lives; their blood drained, shucking soul from body.

Bella stood, slowly and gracefully, matching time with her sire till they both stood face to face; a silent battle raging between them. Aro drew in a deep, unneeded breath as he appraised his work. His fondness for the girl did not go unnoticed by all who knew him. Some would say that he was captivated by the girl, but this love, this pride was not enough to compensate for what a colossal disappointment she had been to him.

He thought back to the day, almost five years ago that he had found her. Her potential radiated from her even when she was a mere human. Her blood sang to him yet his curiosity was far more intense and succeeded in the end. And he was right, on most accounts except one. Isabella Swan made a remarkable vampire, as expected. However there was one vital fault that prevented her from fulfilling Aro's expectations. She was incredibly strong, incredibly fast and intelligent. Her loyalty to Aro and to the volturi was unwavering. Her 'gifts' as a human were only exaggerated when she was turned, creating one of the most powerful vampires in current existence. But for all of her attributes, Bella's refusal to feed on human blood was enough to make her a shame to the Volturi. Aro had tried and failed. He had worshipped the ground she walked on and treated her as a daughter. He was partial to a challenge and what a challenge she had been. Only in the end, she could never equate to who he wanted her to be.

"Bella, I have an offering for you. Surely your hunger must be ravaging you by now. How you have managed to tame the beast within is beyond me. I refuse to watch you wither away any longer. I refuse to have my hospitality disgraced!" The lack of response was now frustrating him. Bella knew all the buttons that would push her 'father' to the limit.

When she refused to respond to him, only silently holding his gaze, Aro snapped his fingers to a servant on his left. Moments later a Volturi guard entered, restraining a girl who writhed and fought in his grip. The girl looked no older than seventeen, the age that Bella had been five years ago before her mortality was distinguished. The whimpers coming from the girl caused Bella to cringe and turn away from the sight. She was indebted to Aro, she owed him her life. She loved him like a father and wanted to please him but no matter how hard she tried, she could not bring herself to relish in taking human life. Of course the blood sang to her and she struggled to keep the blood lust at bay, but the thought of ending a life for her own survival caused Bella immense pain.

She had tried to resist the urge within. She had even gone as far as starving herself, causing her to become no more than a shell, existing in this world as a weak and sorry excuse of a vampire. At other times, she had manage to make her way out of volterre to feast on the blood of animals, much to the disgust of her father. However on some occasions her strength wavered and she gave in to the temptation. She relented under the pressure of her father, fighting the shame and guilt within her conscience.

The girl was now before her, held tightly in the arms of a volturri guard. Bella tried to resist the urge to look at her. If the blood was causing her this much pain now, the visual stimulation would be enough to tip her over the edge. Aro, in his attempt to make Bella conform to his ways, tried many different methods. After much experimentation, Aro found Bella's weakness. The sexual component of the hunt that was instinctual to all vampires was as equally tempting as the blood itself. Aro offered Bella countless young, attractive men with no result. It was only when he began changing his tactics did he realise what could tempt Bella. This was something that she had tried to hide from the Volturi, lest they use it to their own advantage. It was not out of shame of her sexual preference, vampires did not dwell on petty insignificant details in the way that humans did. No, the reason that she fought so hard to hide this information from Aro was because she knew that he could use it against her.

The scent of the girl filled Bella's lungs as she tried to stop breathing.

"Look at her Isabella." Aro stated plainly. "Look at her!" He was growing impatient with her defiance. Slowly Bella's gaze lifted to survey the girl before her. She was slightly shorter than Bella, with a dark olive complexion and light sand coloured hair. Her frame was slim; her clothing clung to her skin, revealing small portions of tanned flesh. Bella could taste the venom filling her mouth. The incessant burning filled the back of her throat as she surrendered to the blood lust and inhaled one deep, slow breath.

Bella's eyes were now a mixture of burgundy and black. Her previously scarlet eyes appeared as though black ink was dissolving into the pools of red, clouding the surface. She blinked for a moment longer than usual and when she opened them, all traces of red had vanished. Her conscience receded to the background as the beast within shone in her eyes. All rational thought was lost in that moment and Aro knew that all she needed was encouragement.

"Yes Isabella. Take her, as is your right. Take what you hunger for my daughter." He placed a hand on her back, slowly pushing her forward. Following the momentum, Bella closed the gap between herself and the girl, reaching out her left hand to cup her face. In one swift movement, her hand was tangled in blonde locks, pulling her neck ever closer to her mouth. Venom continued to flood her mouth, trickling down the back of her throat, soothing the burning with the promise of something much more satisfying. The girl continued to whimper in fear but whatever trace of conscience remained within Bella was now pushed well beneath the surface. The sounds only spurred on the monster, fuelling the hunger and lust that could only be quenched by her blood. Sharp, ivory teeth touched the delicate skin that covered the rapidly pulsing jugular. Within seconds the frenzy had begun. Bella sank her teeth deep into her prey, venom pooling in her veins as she pulled the girl even closer, forcing her canine teeth further into the now lifeless neck. She could feel the heart rate slowing as she extinguished the life from the girl. The dying pulse matching the throbbing in her throat as both slowed and came to a halt. The lifeless body in her arms was pale, a drop of blood remarkably shaped like a tear ran down her neck, across the collar bone down to her chest, staining the crisp white shirt of her victim.

Bella surveyed her prey, the ink black fading, returning her eyes to vibrant red. The room remained silent, Aro stood in awe of his creation.

Oh god. What have I done? Why do you care? This was yours to take. You would put the survival of some..., some human above your own life? Above your own right to exist? No! She was someone's daughter, someone's family, someone's love. She was a life, a life that I took! She is not worthy of your compassion my dear. You have quenched your thirst have you not? Did it feel good? I know the answer to that one already, I can feel it. You need more, relish in this feeling. No! Stop! Fuck! What have I done? Run...I need to run...need...to...leave...need to die..need to hurt, to suffer...need to pay...I need pain...I deserve it...I need to be...gone.

And with that, Bella ran, her chest heaved as she sobbed tears that she would never shed. She didn't care where, she simply ran. Out of Voltera and into the wild where she belonged.

So that is the prelude to this story. Bella is a complete mess but her story will be ironed out in further chapters. Please review and let me know your thoughts :D