Hi. so this is going to be pretty dark story. THERE WILL BE GRAPHIC KILLING AND SEX, so if this is something you can't handle I encourage you not to read it. Please review and enjoy.

Chapter 1: What a Stupid Masochistic Lion

She wasn't some little girl.

She didn't know what Edward expected her to do; run off into the forest somewhere and die? She almost had to laugh. Although, it was pretty shitty when she had to find the path to get back home through the forest. Dirt and sticks crunched beneath her boots as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. When Edward had pulled the metaphorical bullet on their relationship she had felt her brain clear.

She wasn't going to lie to herself and say that the whole reason she had been dating him was because it dazzled her. Edward was gorgeous, in a vampire way, perfect even. However, her motives were selfish. She marveled at fact that she had managed to seduce not only a vampire, but a prude virgin one none the less. If she didn't love tactics and knowledge she would have pursued a career as an actress. She supposed her mother was really to blame, not wanting to parent her she had sat her in front of the TV and played a box set of Bond movies till it was time for her to go to school.

When she had first seen Edward, she had thought he was strong and smart and maybe a little pale. However, when she had tapped her way through his defenses she had learned that he was a whiny bitch. He constantly complained about his tortured soul and hectic life. He wanted to save Bella, wanted shield her from horrors. Bella rolled her eyes at the thought.

Bella had been seven when she had seen her first psychiatrist. Her mother didn't notice much, but she did noticed when Bella had dissected the cat and buried the body in her beloved rose garden. The therapist had been an idiot, trying to use Freud to analyze Bella. She had played along, apologized and pretended be reformed. However, the only thing she had really done was make a promise. A promise to her self to never let anyone see under the mask that she wore, she knew she was a psychopath, a masochist, but she knew that she was also self preserving and that part of her could get her killed.

What was she going to do now? Edward would be leaving, his family would surely follow. She was going to be just as bored as she was when her mom would ship her off as a kid. Charlie was cool, but he was cop. The inner her, the demon her, didn't liked to be watched so closely. However, there was a part of herself that licked her lips at the prospect of broadening her horizons, being more cunning than she already was. She had just gotten here, but she knew she would have to leave soon. Her demon was growing more demanding and she knew that the havoc she needed to wreak wouldn't go unnoticed in a town like Forks. She smiled as her father's house came into view. It was small, sad, and she tried to emulate those emotions.

Suddenly a thought popped into her head. She turned back toward the path she had come from and saw the small hill she had passed. With a grunt she threw herself down it and dragged herself back up. Making sure that her jeans and t shirt were thoroughly filthy, she closed her eyes. Balling up her fist she threw a punch as hard as she could two times to her face and one time to her stomach. With a few rips to her clothing she limped slowly back to her fathers house.

He was watching baseball like always. With her affinity for making plans she noticed everything without even meaning to. She noticed that the stove clock read eight-forty which was always an hour behind. There were four plates, two bowls and three spoons in the sink. The spices in the rack were arranged alphabetically, and the Pirates were ahead twenty-six to twenty-one Yankees. Her money was on the Yankees.

"Bells is that you?" a nickname, how cute.

"Daddy, help… me…" She said weakly, just loud enough for Charlie to here. She had to give him credit, he did know how to hustle when it mattered.

He had her leaning against him and placed her in the chair.

"Bella, what happened who did this to you?" Charlie demanded. He gently placed his hand on her face checking her injuries. By now her eye had started to blacken. Bella looked down at her hands and then toward the wall. It was what people did to avoid answering questions.

"Did he do this to you?" he asked. His voice had taken on a steel like tone. Bella had never really seen the cop in Charlie. He had always come in the house and sat on the couch watching games or fishing. She could never imagine the man with nerves of steel who charged into buildings and held people at gunpoint for a living.

Bella knew not saying anything was as good as saying that Edward did it. Charlie cursed, she had never heard him do this and found it sort of amusing. He schooled his features and lifting her face up again. Bella avoided his gaze, partly to keep from laughing and partly to keep up her facade.

"Please Bella, tell me what a happened." Charlie pleaded.

Bella sniffed. Tears were like flipping a switch and she knew that switch would get her what she wanted. "He… he wanted me to leave with him and his family. I told him that I… that I couldn't and he lost it. He said that…" Bella paused for dramatic effect.

"What did he say?" Charlie asked, hanging on her every word.

"That I was his and that he would come back for me and… and finish what he started," Bella cried, wrapping her arms around her father and sobbing.

"Bella, oh Bella don't worry I have friends. Friends in the FBI that can but Edward on the wanted list of every state, he won't be able to say his name without being arrested." Bella nodded and allowed herself sneak a smile. The boys was so fucked.

Later in her room Bella sat at her desk looking at a map of the United States on her laptop. She would have to leave. She would take the test tomorrow to get her high school diploma since she would need an education as a cover. She wasn't worried, she could pass that test with her eyes closed, knowledge was power and she wanted to be a queen.

It was all a matter of where to go. She turned eighteen in a month and she planned to be gone. She would tell her father a compelling story about how she couldn't look at Forks without being reminded of the abuse and he would fold.

"Yelp guess I'll let fate decide." She closed her eyes and thrust her finger toward the screen.

"Hmm, Texas is a big state, should do just fine."

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