She was the love of my life and my reason for living. Isabetta del Bello completely captivated me in every way. She was my first and only true love before I was changed. Somewhere in this dark, cold cavern of a chest, my heart still longs for her. Though it no longer beats, my heart will always belong to Isabetta.
The eve of my changing was a blur of existence. The only memory of importance was her. She was the widow of a friend of the family. Her youth was still evident, though her heart was strong. She raised three children alone after his death, till I came along. I could see through her strong exterior. Her heart longed to be cared for as a woman should.
I vowed to always keep her safe and stay by her side. Oh how blind my weak human heart was. I should have known that I alone could not protect her from everything. I should have married her and protected her like any man should have.
We were in a dispute about when to wed. I wanted to wait till her father approved of me. I was a mere penniless man and she deserved better than I. She flew off in a rage and claimed love would prevail. Oh why Isabetta, why didn't I listen?
I was left standing alone watching her brown waves of hair billow behind her in the wind. By the time I heard her screams from the dark alley, I was too late. Her body lay on the cobblestone as white as ice with faraway eyes. Her hand was outstretched at my feet as if she was reaching out to me before her death.
The beast turned to me with her blood dripping down his lips. My human strength was no match for this beast from hell. He drained most of my blood from me, but left me barely living. I felt as though the fires of hell were coursing through my veins as he dumped our bodies in the forest.
For three days, three God forsaken days I burned! I burned as I watched my lifeless love till my heart stopped beating. Rage filled my empty heart from that day forward. I hunted the beast down, stalking him in the night. I was bound to find him alone eventually.
I learned many things from stalking this putrid creature. His life became mine after three long years. Instead of stifling my rage, it increased upon his death. Hate filled every fiber of my being. I wanted power and nothing more but to hurt those who betrayed me.
No longer would this heart love another. In time, I created my brothers and my sister. My reign over the dark side of life would soon begin. No longer would I be a weak, pathetic waste of a human. The Volturi was my life now.