A/N Soo... my first Twilight fic. I must admit, I'm pretty nervous about it. I didn't want to go with just another Edward/Bella story so I thought, why not bring James back for some fun?! I hope you guys enjoy. Reviews would be most appreciated, especially since it is my first Twilight fic. Thanks, guys :)

Disclaimer: Obviously don't own anything to do with Twlight. If I did, I'd be a frillionaire. Which I'm not. So that all belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Also, the title is taken from a song by the Veronicas. So I don't own that either. The only thing I own is the original character I introduce to you below.

Shoutout: Thanks to sw1m4l1fe for being my Beta. Don't know what I'd do without you, darlin'!

Revenge is Sweeter than You Ever Were

"Revenge is an act of passion." ~Samuel Johnson

Prologue (James' POV)

The news of Victoria's demise reached me through word of mouth soon after it happened. Irina told Eleazar and Eleazar told someone and so on and so forth, until it found me, hiding out deep in the Brazilian rainforest. I only wandered into Rio de Janeiro at night to quench my thirst.

My mate's death should have affected me more than it actually did. But I just couldn't bring myself to care. I was still reeling from the Cullen's attempt at my murder and plotting my subsequent revenge to focus on anything else.

In fact, I no longer took enjoyment from tracking. My latest hunting tactic consisted of sitting in dark, dingy bars, never actually drinking anything of course, and waiting for my dinner to come to me. It never took long. Here, in Brazil, I was considered exotic, with my light hair and pale skin.

The women were drawn to me. All I had to do was flirt with them a little and they practically fell over themselves, begging me to take them home. And I'm sure you can imagine the rest.

And so what if I was using a lazy way out? Sue me. It still gave me a thrill. I may not have been flesh and blood, but I was still male after all.

The night started out like any other. I was seated at my usual spot in the bar, in a corner booth far from the rest of the crowd. Then, she breezed through the door. I knew right away that I found my target for the night. Her straight, black locks flowed down her back, and she had legs for miles, not uncommon for Brazilian women. But there was something different about her. Unlike many of my latest meals, she didn't have the stereotypical tan. In fact, she was pale. I would even go so far as to say she was as pale as I was.

She ignored the blatant stares every Y chromosome in the room was giving to her and headed straight toward my booth, her eyes locked on me the entire time. And the way she moved, practically gliding, triggered something in my brain.

But it wasn't until she had slide herself into the seat across from mine that I recognized her for what she was. She looked directly at me with eyes are dark as night and the telltale purple bruises under them. There was no question about it: this mysterious stranger was a vampire.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the infamous James," she purred in a low, sultry voice, drawing out the "s" on my name with a faint hint of a Portuguese accent.

I eyed her curiously, keeping my head low. "Do I know you?" I asked causally, trying not to be put off by this random appearance of another vampire.

She pressed her full lips together in a sly smirk. "No, but I know you," she said cryptically.

"Who are you?" I asked, narrowing my eyelids over my eyes, trying to appear menacing.

It seemed my attempt was in vain, however, because that little smirk of hers only grew larger once she heard my threat. "Who would have thought? The greatest tracker our kind has ever seen brought down by the measly, little Cullens. Tsk, tsk, James," she said, waving her finger at me mockingly. "I thought you were better than that."

My jaw clenched. "How do you know about that?" I asked defensively.

"I know a lot of things about you."

If I was still human, I knew my blood pressure would be rapidly rising by this point. Her vague answers were beginning to frustrate me. However, I kept my cool demeanor on the outside. "How?" I asked. "Are you part of the Amazon Coven?"

She waved me off as if I were a silly little child. "No, no. I fly solo. I've found that it's easier, less people to slow me down."

Then, she leaned in across the table. "But I've recently been reconsidering that notion," she whispered.

Okay, this enigmatic thing was officially getting on my nerves. "What are you saying?" I asked harshly, wanting her to get make her point already.

She pulled back. "It's simple really. You and I, I think we'd make a great team. After all, we're both after the same thing."

Under the table, I curled my hands into fists, trying to resist the urge to start a fight with her in the middle of the very crowded bar. "Which is…?" I asked, hoping to encourage her to get on with it.

She casually ran a hand through her thick hair. "Come on, dear James. Isn't it obvious? Revenge," she purred coolly.

My jaw dropped slightly. She sure has hell caught my attention now. "Excuse me?"

The composed look that had been on her face since the moment she glided into the bar was momentarily replaced by one of anger. "Those Cullens have wronged us both," she snapped.

She paused, shaking off her moment of vulnerability. Her calm demeanor was present once again. "Not only did they just kill your mate, but they almost destroyed you as well," she laughed. "I have to ask, by the way, how exactly did you manage is slip through their grasp? I would have thought the little one would have seen you escaping."

My face hardened at the thought of the night in Phoenix. "She was too preoccupied with the human at the time to worry about anything else. I ran down here because I knew I would be too far away for her to keep track of me. And besides, it's not like she would have been looking out for me. She, along with everyone else, thought I had been defeated."

Another question I had for her was plaguing my mind. "And now, I have to ask, I didn't make my escape known to anyone. How did you find me?"

For the first time, she laughed. The sound was melodic. "Well, I wish I could take more credit than I deserve, but it by pure, dumb luck. You see, when a vampire takes over my hunting grounds as you did, you sure as hell can bet I'm not going to just allow that to happen without asking a few questions first. So I went to Kachiri to see if she knew anything about an unfamiliar, blonde vampire who was roaming our land," she said. Karhiri was the name of the leader of the Amazon Coven.

The mysterious vampire continued. "She didn't, but that same night she went with me to watch you. It was then that she was able to identify you and she proceeded to tell me your story. And I have to say, I was quite intrigued by you, James."

"If everyone knew my story, then how come you didn't?"

"You see," she said, casually running a slender finger around the rim of my glass that was still sitting, untouched, on the table. "just around the same time that you were supposedly facing your 'end', I was facing my beginning."

I grimaced. Her latest statement could only mean one thing: she was a newborn, the most dangerous kind of vampire, the kind recently raised to bring an end to the Cullens but were defeated.

Noticing the look of my face, she laughed softly. "Don't worry though; I'm well past the 'newborn' phase. I am not in any way a threat to you, quite the opposite in fact. As I said before, I think that we could both use each other."

"You also said that the Cullens wronged you too. What did they do that you are now out looking for revenge?"

"It wasn't anything that they did, exactly. It was just one of them, Edward," she spit out his name as if it were covered in poison.

"When I was still young, I traveled the world, looking for the best place to…"she paused, searching for the best phrase. "…make my casa," she said, retreating to her native tongue. "for lack of a better word. Edward and I met while I was in Italy."

I said nothing, waiting for her to continue. When she didn't, and it was clear that she was done, I pressed her on. "And just what did he do that constitutes your need for revenge?"

For the first time since she sat down, she broke her eye contact with me, looking down at her nails. "That's a story for another time," she said quickly, brushing me off. Then she looked back at me. "For now, let's just say that I need you and you need me. Together we can bring him and that human down."

I slowly stroked my chin, thinking about her offer. "An interesting proposition, but not something that I haven't thought of before. There's just one little problem by the name of Alice Cullen. How do you suggest we carry out your plan without her seeing it?" I asked, maybe a bit smugly, thinking that she finally had to admit that she did not know everything like she seemed to think.

However, she sent me one of her now infamous smirks. "Well, I'm so glad you asked, James. I guess you could say that, I, like a few of those Cullens, as well as yourself, possess a special talent. As Edward is able to hear other's thoughts and Alice is able to see them and their outcome, I am able to alter thoughts. Make them think things even if they don't want to. I can plant any image I chose in that little seer's brain. She'll never be able to see us coming. And by the time we are close enough to Edward for him to hear our thoughts, it will be too late."

"I'm not sure I'm quite following you."

Sighing, she slide out of her seat and made and into mine, slinging her cool arm across my shoulders. "Let me put it this way," she said, her face mere inches from mine. "I can transfer thoughts to others. If I so much as think of, let's say, monkeys, for example, and I will the thought into someone else's brain, they won't be able to think of anything else but monkeys for a while. Long enough to buy us time to carry out whatever we needed."

"Why should I help you?" I asked, keeping my voice low and my black eyes locked on hers.

Another smug smirk. "Face it, James. That human ruined you. She caused the downfall of your mate and you never even got your snack. You won't be satisfied until you destroy her once and for all. And I can help you do that. Trust me, the feeling of revenge will be sweeter than any blood you've ever tasted or ever will taste."

After a brief moment, she added. "Even hers," giggling softly at the thought.

She had me, and she damn well knew it. She had put an offer on the table that, knowing my story, she knew I couldn't refuse. But there was one last thing I needed to know. "Before I agree to this, at least tell me your name."

"Rhiannon," she said, offering me her hand.

I took it. "All right, Rhiannon. You've convinced me," I said, sealing our deal with a handshake. "Now just what, exactly, did you have in mind?"