Okay...this is like a Preface for the story...I know it's short. This story will be presented in sort of a retrospect leading up to well...you read it. AND PLEASE REVIEW!! Any comment is respected.

The BREAKDOWN

This shouldn't have happened. Never. Looking around me all I could see was utter destruction. Absolute catastrophe. Werewolves growled behind me, while vampires crouched defensively baring their razor sharp teeth. But they weren't protecting me, they were protecting themselves. It was my fault all of this started. They couldn't control me. It was my decision in the first place and only I should have to suffer the consequences.

An electrical storm brewed above us. I can feel my patience winding down. Anger was flashed across my face. I was tired of their silly and petty wars. This was stupid. Why should it matter want I wanted. The wind wiped across the clearing with enough force to cause the trees to splinter.

The pack crept up slowly closing in on me. I shot a glance in their direction. They howled out in pain as I tormented them into being paralyzed. I let out a maniacal laugh. My patience was near empty. I felt on the verge of exploding all forms of my power on them.

Now, Edward slowly stepped cautiously towards me. The look on his face was priceless. His eyes bulged in deep ebony, weary of what could happen. Even though his teeth were bared, they possessed a nervous smile. His arms were spread show his comes in peace, surrender. I didn't care. I glared intently into his eyes...

"Edward..." I tormented. I knew he could hear me in his mind. "Edward...come over and play..." I taunted. He tried to shake my voice from consciousness, but I could overpower him. "Edward, are you willing to die?" Then I laughed again. He didn't seem to understand. Finally, he stood right in front of me.

"Bella..." he whispered. He look was now desperate. What a pity! As he attempted to stroke my stony cheek, I promptly smacked away his hand. "Bella," he spoke again. I looked away. Everyone was still on the guard. Lightening flashed around in the sky, illuminating his face slightly.

My anger was building again; the tension was rolling off of me causing the ground around to ripple. I had forgotten why I was mad. But it was all I could feel. Edward felt the vibrations.

"GET OFF!" I shrieked. My nostrils flared as I noted he was touching me again. He had an iron grasp on my wrists, which subconsciously balled into fists.

"NO!" he hissed. His expression became as devilish as mine. But, I was stronger than him. I wiggled around out of his grasp, but he just repositioned himself on me. I still tried to shake him off of me.

"BAM!" Edward tackled me to the ground. I struggled, hissing profanities meant for him. He turned my body around so we faced each other. My body pulsed with fury I was ready to unleash.

"Bella, you have to control yourself," he hissed. I shook my head violently trying to shake out his plea. I never wanted this power to go away. Everyone was frightened of me. Everyone would bow down to me in the end. The pack would become my pets as the Cullens could be my slaves forever. The thought humored me.

"Bella, you can't let this power control you." Lightening struck again. Closer this time and brighter. Again, I saw his face, it was desperate. Did he seriously care what would happen?

But, my power wouldn't back down. I couldn't calm myself. I looked around and saw what I caused. The sky opened up and poured blinding rain over us. Lightening became frequent and the ground still suffered from tremors. But I wanted to control it. I wanted to stop causing pain to the pack and the Cullens. But I couldn't. It had gone to far...

"Edward, I can't," I hissed back.

"Bella, we can help you, save you..." he pleaded again.

I shook my head. No one could help me.

"You have to control yourself, Bella. You're hurting everyone. Your family… Jacob. Bella, you're hurting me," he whispered.

You're hurting me. Those words broke me down. It echoed through my conscience. I slowed down the moment to really assess what I done.

I had created a mess. I had hurt the people I loved. I was terrible. A real monster. The ones in your nightmares. I was no longer the beautiful vampires like Rosalie; I was a hideous, sadistic vampire. They were afraid. A new emotion swept over me.

"Edward," I whispered. He looked into my weary black irises. He awaited my answer.

"Kill me..."

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