I have started this off from New Moon when Edward and Bella arrive back at Charlie's after their lovely trip to Italy. Unfortunately, I don't have a copy of the book with me and had to rely on quotes I could find on the internet and my (sometimes reliable…..) memory for the real New Moon quotes so apologies for any errors there. I've incorporated those into my own bits of dialogue in some places, I hope that's allowed. Obviously, those bits I didn't write myself – I'd be a hell of a lot richer if I did!

Oh, and I may or may not have got the teacher's name right, I was really struggling with that. I'm sure someone will tell me if I haven't!

My open eyes only made it till the stairs. The last thing I felt was Edward's cool hands prying my fingers loose from his shirt.

As I slowly surfaced from the nightmare I had lived the last… how many days? It felt like I truly was coming up for air. I was conscious enough to know I wasn't really conscious, that much I was aware of. And like a sixth sense, I just knew he was there, my angel, or so I had thought. After all this time wanting him back, only him, I found my thoughts getting dark and twisted. The gaping hole he'd left where my heart had been was suddenly filled, but instead of the light and warmth he had once brought to it, it was left cold and black. He didn't want me. He had made that perfectly clear in that awful room surrounded by those monsters. He would have rather died than spend an eternity with me.

I knew he would be able to tell I was awake, or near enough, but I feigned sleep a little longer, needing to make sense of my mixed up thoughts. What did I want? I thought I wanted him, but what was the point of wanting him if he doesn't want me in return? No, I wasn't going to live like that.

It was clear now. He had tried to kill himself because he felt guilty, pure and simple. He left the stupid, pathetic, clingy human behind and she nearly got herself killed. He IS overly dramatic about things, it stands to reason he would act out over something like that. In fact, it was all probably a cry for attention, nothing to do with me at all. My heart ached at the bitter path my thoughts were going down, but I couldn't help it, it was the only thing that made sense – Edward didn't want me and I would rather be alone than see him just tolerating my presence every day, that would be unbearable. I had no doubt that if I allowed myself to be with him, that's what would happen, he would tolerate me. Until something, or someone, better came along. And then my heart would be broken beyond repair, not even Jacob could help me then.

I took a deep breath, resolute in my decision but feeling my poor, abused heart shattering all over again at the painful reality we now faced. A clean break. He was right. That's what it has to be.

Something cold touched my forehead with the softest pressure. I squeezed my eyes more tightly shut. He definitely knew I was awake now and I could feel his cold, stone arms wrap slightly tighter around me. He was holding me? I couldn't think about that now. Another deep breath and I slowly opened my eyes. There he was, his perfect face just inches from my own, his pitch-black eyes boring into mine as if he was trying to see straight into my soul. I made my face an impassive mask, I had perfected the art of lying in my time alone these last six months. His beautiful eyebrows pulled down slightly into a frown.

"Whats wrong Bella?" his voice was beautiful, soft, quiet and melodic just as I dreamed. I fought not to fall to my knees beside the bed and beg him to have me back, that would never do. I struggled slightly in his arms, trying to get some space – away from him. His frown deepened as he slowly unwound his arms from around me. I sat up and shifted towards the edge of the bed. He copied my actions and sat still as a statue, staring at me, that frown frozen on his face.

"Nothings wrong, im fine", my voice was weak and rasping from sleep. I cleared my throat and hugged my arms across my middle. It suddenly occurred to me that Charlie might walk in at any minute.

"What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?"

"It's just after one in the morning. So, about fourteen hours." His response was calm and level, as though trying to coax a frightened animal closer.

I stood up off of the bed and backed a few paces away, Edwards frown deepened as he regarded me, concern playing on his beautiful features.

"Oh, ok… well, im fine now so you'd better go".

"Go? Go where?"

Where? How was I supposed to know where he wanted to go? "It really is none of my business where you go anymore, is it Edward?" my reply was curt and I couldn't keep the acid out of my tone, if I even truly wanted to. Edward rose gracefully and slowly to his feet.

"Bella, what is this? Whats wrong? You want me to go?" the pitiful look on his face flared my anger, how dare he act wounded after he LEFT me.

"I didn't want you to go six months ago Edward and yet you did regardless, clearly you give very little thought to my wishes in your decision. So yes, I think you should just go, seek out your distractions wherever it is you want. You can see that I am very much alive so there's no need for your attention seeking, guilt ridden suicide attempts anymore is there?"

Edward stared blankly at me, clearly not expecting that response. My blood was pumping in my veins, my heart hammering, I knew he could hear it. Maybe he'd eat me, he was clearly hungry. The idea nearly brought an irrational giggle bubbling to my lips – what a fitting end that would be to this whole debacle. But, even my brief amusement didn't overcome the irritation I was feeling at him right now as he stared at me looking like I'd just killed his puppy.

He took a slow step toward me, never taking his eyes from mine, "Isabella Marie Swan," he whispered, the strangest expression crossing his face. He almost looked mad. "Do you believe that I asked the Volturi to kill me because I felt guilty?"

I could feel the blank incomprehension on my face. "Didn't you?"

"Feel guilty? Intensely so. More than you can comprehend."

"Then... what are you saying? I don't understand."

"Bella, I went to the Volturi because I thought you were dead," he said, voice soft, eyes fierce. "Even if I'd had no hand in your death" he shuddered as he whispered the last word "even if it wasn't my fault, I would have gone to Italy. Obviously, I should have been more careful, I should have spoken to Alice directly, rather than accepting it secondhand from Rosalie. But, really, what was I supposed to think when the boy said Charlie was at the funeral? What are the odds?

"The odds..." he muttered then, distracted. His voice was so low I wasn't sure I heard it right. "The odds are always stacked against us. Mistake after mistake. I'll never criticize Romeo again."

Romeo? He was babbling about fictional characters now? Well screw that.

"What the hell Edward? You "should have been more careful"? Oh really?" my voice was raising now, my anger flaring further as I paced beside the bed, thankful for the barrier between us, "why do you even care?" I spat the words at him.

He looked as though I'd just slapped him in the face, a sick part of me felt smug at that expression, smug that I could hurt him, even a fraction of the amount he hurt me.

"How could I not care Bella? You're everything to me, I couldn't live in this world without you in it, not for one more minute".

"How dare you! You LEFT me Edward! You walked away and left me in the woods! You didn't call me, you didn't even check to make sure I'd got out of those goddamn woods alive" he opened his mouth to speak but my glare had him snapping it shut again, "you walked away from me, for SIX months Edward, and left me here to pick up the pieces of my life. You took my best friend away from me with you and you took away the future I dreamed about. You left and you didn't look back. You broke me, you ripped my heart out and now you tell me that you cant live without me? Well go to hell Edward, it doesn't work that way!"

"Bella, please.. just listen.. I left… I left for you, I thought I was doing the right thing for you. I swear I didn't know about Victoria, if I had thought for one second…. That… she would come back for you I wouldn't have left, I swear."

"Oh, so you would have stuck around for the vampire but you were all too quick to leave me, weren't you?"

He let out an exasperated sigh which got on my very last nerve, "No Bella" he said slowly, as though talking to a child, "I thought it was safe for you here. So safe. I had no idea that Victoria, would come back. I'll admit, when I saw her that one time, I was paying much more attention to James's thoughts." I stood there staring at him whilst he rambled on about the goddamn vampires. Seriously, that's what he's going to talk to me about? Im telling him about how he broke my heart and he's talking about the bond between his vampire enemies. As if I care! "But I just didn't see that she had this kind of response in her. That she even had such a tie to him. I think I realize why now she was so sure of him, the thought of him failing never occurred to her. It was her overconfidence that clouded her feelings about him that kept me from seeing the depth of them, the bond there…

I couldn't take it anymore, I snapped. I grabbed the lamp from the bedside table, yanking the plug out of the wall with the force and hurled it directly at him without saying a word. I had never been one for sports, and my aim was generally appalling. Whether it was the adrenalin coursing through my veins or merely the fact that the last thing Edward was expecting was for me to start throwing the bedroom furniture at him and so didn't dodge it, I don't know, but luck was definitely on my side either way. I watched as the porcelain lamp smashed on Edwards chest as he stood there, as the immovable statute he so resembled, with a look of pure shock on his face. He tilted his head down to look at the shards as they fell onto the floor, as if he couldn't quite work out where they'd come from.

"Bella…." His voice was all pain and soft and weak as he looked up at me. I could feel my face flushed with anger but still part of me wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, forgive him and forget the last six months. But another part, the sensible part, was telling me that when he leaves me again, as he surely would, my heart would certainly be unable to bear it that time. A clean break, like he said, that's what we needed.

I looked him straight in the eye, my face an emotionless mask once more.

"Just go Edward." I said the words quietly, monotone.

"But… Bella… Please…"

"GO! NOW!" I screamed, a wounded, feral cry and I could see every bit of my own pain reflected in his own face. It almost made me stop and change my mind, did he truly want me now? But then, in the blink of an eye he was gone as Charlie barreled through my door, gun in hand. I sighed as I climbed into bed, ignoring Charlie's yelling. No, I'd imagined Edwards pain, it was clearly just leftover shock from the lamp thing. He doesn't want me, best get used to it now.

The weekend went slowly. I knew Edward was there, watching me, in the woods outside my room. I could sense his very presence and it irked me. He didn't have the right to act the victim here. I was the victim, he left me! Needless to say, my window remained firmly closed and locked at all times.

I stuck close to the house most of the weekend, not least of all because Charlie had grounded me. I was allowed to leave the house for school and nothing else. That suited me just fine, I had no friends left after the appalling behaviour I had displayed the last few months, and I certainly had no intention of having a cosy get together with the Cullens. Instead, I settled for cleaning the house top to bottom – it had never looked better – and catching up on the assignments I was shamefully behind on. By the time Monday rolled around I was pretty much caught up on the school work I'd missed during my European adventure and was feeling somewhat better about the decisions I'd made, although my heart still ached for Edward. Knowing he was so close, feeling him there all the time, was painful. I almost wished he'd just go again, let me get over him once and for all. Its not like there was any other alternative, this is how it was always going to end.

I pulled into my usual parking space at the far end of the parking lot and trudged through the sheet rain into the school building, catching up with Mike Newton as joined the masses huddling for cover.

"Hey Mike, good to see Forks is back to normal, right?" I joked,we'd had a relatively dry weekend.

Mike spun around, his face a picture of surprise.

"Bella? Well, arent you just a sight for sore eyes, joining the walking and talking again"

"Yeah yeah yeah…." I rolled my eyes and gave him a friendly elbow in the ribs as I followed him into the building before departing for my English class and telling him I'd see him at lunch, he promised to save a seat for me. The smile on his face was really quite endearing and I found that I actually had missed Mike, who'd have thought?

I tugged down the hood on my coat off my head as I walked through the door to my English class. I was feeling good about this, I'd got my four outstanding assignments completed over the weekend and they were pretty damn good, even if I do say so myself. I glanced towards my desk as I made my way around the classroom and froze. The seat beside me had never been taken, with me practically being a zombie for much of the year, people mostly avoided me. But there he was, sat in the seat next to mine. Edward. How dare he? The sheer audacity of it was astounding.

I yanked my coat off roughly and shoved it under my arm as I stomped towards my desk, throwing my heavy books down onto it and then my book bag ontop of them, making sure through my noise and body language that Edward was not in any way unclear that I was pissed at him. Really pissed. He looked up at me, his eyes the golden brown I was so used to seeing, he looked almost afraid of me.

"Get. Out. Of. Here". My voice was calm and low and deadly.

"Bella, please…" he implored, "just sit, we need to talk. Im so sorry for what I did to you-"

"You're sorry?" I cut him off, "well, sorry doesn't fix anything Edward, tough shit!"

He looked taken aback at my swearing. Well, Bella's grown up while the big, bad vampire's been away! Tough shit, again!

"You said your piece, I said mine. This is just weird Edward. You're practically stalking me, don't think I don't know you've been hanging around my house all weekend", he had the good grace to look sheepish as he avoided my eyes, "just go, get on with your life like you wanted to. Wouldn't want a pathetic human holding you back would you?"

His eyes darted around the room, I could tell he was checking whether anyone had heard me, I couldn't help rolling my eyes.

"See, this is exactly why you were right, with your "distractions" you wouldn't have to worry about them saying the wrong thing!"

He frowned at my air quotes.

"Bella, please, you're being unreasonable…"

"Unreasonable?" I whisper-shrieked, "How is it UNREASONABLE of me to tell you to get back to doing what you wanted to do all along anyway? Its not my fault you're all full of guilt, get over it Edward".

I slumped into the chair and looked at the front, feeling the heat of his stare on me.

"Its Newton isn't it?" his voice was ice "I saw you with him, laughing and joking. Is that it Bella? That's why you wont even hear me out? You and NEWTON" he practically spat the last word.

I turned to look at him, a smug smile on my face.

"So what if it is Edward, its none of YOUR concern anymore" oh yeah, Bella the bitch has arrived! I thought to myself, I can play these games too "you moved on, you left, for SIX months Edward, maybe I moved on too…" I gave a nonchalant shrug, although I felt anything but.

I held his gaze, watching as his eyes darkened visibly, a muscle in his jaw clenching. I could hear the crack of the wooden desk as he gripped it, then suddenly the desk was pushed forward as Edward rose to his feet, the combined noise of his chair and the desk scraping on the floor echoing around the classroom. All eyes turned to look at the scene playing out, even Mr Bertie stopped his talk on… whatever it was he was talking about.

"Do we have a problem Mr Cullen?"

Edwards eyes blazed with fury as he glared down at me, I was suddenly rethinking my jibe at him.

"Fucking Newton" he spat, almost under his breath before storming out of the classroom.

"Shit" I could hear myself say it as everyone watched Edward's swift departure with slack jaws. I grabbed up my bag and ran after him out of the classroom, what the hell was he going to do to Mike?

"Miss Swan? Mr Cullen? Where do you think you're going?"

Ok, so I said that I wasn't going to post just as and when I write a chapter, and I honestly don't intend to, but I've been so busy that this is all I managed to get written down whilst I've been away with work so thought I'd share it and hopefully get some feedback on what you think before I decide whether I'm going to continue it. For those who haven't read my strange little O/S, please do(!), as this is intended to expand on that a bit, but obviously going a lot further back in time when Bella's still human. I find pathetic Bella annoying so thought I'd make her a bit more feisty – things are more fun that way, right?

This is my first attempt at a proper, full length fic and this chapter is a bit dull, I realise that, I needed to "set the scene" a bit. But please bear with me, I'm hoping to move it on from the dullness ASAP. I've really struggled to work out how to write this as the o/s was never supposed to be more than that so I haven't given it any thought previously. I'm hoping to make it a bit humorous though, perhaps putting Edward in his place a bit and yes, there will almost certainly be lemons coming up soon!

Thanks for reading, please review if you liked it

P.S. Any other Buffy fans out there? Couldn't come up with a title no matter how hard I tried, then was watching a Buffy episode with the same title and thought it was fairly fitting as Bella is certainly going to end up as a very bad girl!