Dark-Heart Chapter 1- Revenge

"Bella, no- don't fall for his game!" I screamed, but it was too late. James, the asshole, killed my Bella. There was no way to save her now.

"Edward…" Alice had said, before I drove off in rage. "Edward, don't do anything stupid. I loved Bella, too, you know." Yes, how well I knew that. Oh, Alice, how I was going to miss her- but I had to end James' life. Nothing else mattered but revenge. Revenge for the life he had stolen from me, my sole purpose of existence.

My plan was to kill him, then go to the Volturi. They would kill me, but Emmett and Jasper wouldn't, no matter how many times I begged and pleaded. Yes, if Bella couldn't live, then neither could I.

If she hadn't gone into James' trap, she would have been fine. If she hadn't loved me and I was still in Alaska, Bella would probably have Mike Newton as a boyfriend and have Angela and Jessica to talk to instead of vampires. If… If… So many "Ifs" ran through my mind, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything.

I tracked James, through his thoughts, all the way to Texas. He was meeting up with Victoria and Laurent in Houston. They were being careless with their thoughts, celebrating the successful hunt.

Ring, ring, ring. The shrill bell kept ringing, breaking through my thoughts. Finally, the annoyance broke through everything. I answered the phone.

"Hello." My voice sounded as dead and bitter as I felt.

"Hello, Edward. Are you enjoying yourself?" It was James. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I tried not to break the phone. I wanted to hear what the bastard wanted.

"Not really, no." I replied sharply. "And you? Are you enjoying yourself?" Now that you've killed my Bella, I added mentally.

"Yes, I am, actually. Victoria says that my eyes are a brighter red than they've ever been. Your human tasted good, by the way. You should be proud." I growled, not bothering to disguise my disgust.

"Oh, touchy. I'm so scared!" He laughed as if my anger was the funniest thing in the world. And to him, maybe it was. Or he just wanted to get me really angry. Well, death was speaking to him at the moment anyway.

"Listen, I know you want revenge for the human." He continued. Gee, how could he guess?

"Her name is Bella." I said tersely, not taking any crap from James.

"Was Bella. Now, I have to go. This has been a nice chat. Bye." I hear the dial tone and pushed the Volvo to its top speed, not caring if a cop saw me.

I remembered the last words I said to Bella; "You are my life now." Didn't that mean anything to her? Why couldn't she have waited for me at the airport?

I always hated not being able to read Bella's mind, never telling what she meant by what she said, always guessing by her expression on her face. I was never able to convince Bella on how absurd she was, thinking she was "plain."

Bella was anything but plain; the color of pink she blushed, and her chocolate brown eyes… I always felt like I was drowning in them.

Only fifteen more minutes until I get revenge for her murder, I thought as I turned onto the Houston exit.

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Fifteen minutes later…

I ran into the club, De Mort, where James, Victoria, and Laurent were celebrating.

I found them outside in the middle of feeding on a poor, under aged girl that seemed to be dead. Like Bella, she was splattered in blood. James was drinking from her arm- Hadn't he had enough blood yet? - Victoria was drinking her blood from her guts; Laurent was drinking from her brain. Yes, she was definitely dead. I would have to kill Laurent and Victoria, too, if I have the chance.

At that moment, James turned around, nostrils flaring. Then he realized I was there and ready to kill him. James wasn't surprised, all he said was, "What took you so long?" I was annoyed. James was about to die and all he could say was "What took you so long?" What the hell?

I noticed a pile of wood. Perfect, I thought, to start a fire with just one match that I had in my pocket.

"Now, is there going to be any action or are you just going to stand there and think, Edward?" Laurent said.

"No, this is between the two of us." James was right; this was between the two of us. Well, soon to be me and a dead; burned vampire.