CHAPTER 1 - RETURN OF THE PAST

A/N: Hello my lovelies…I am back again my lovelies with a whole new Bella and Damon story. It's a new beginning…a new journey and all that crap! Have to warn you that it might not be as easy for me to be updating as much as I did on the other one. I'll be lucky to even get one chapter per week but I'll do my best. Now enough of me…lets get back to the wonderful life of Isabella Swan or should I say Isabella Mikaelson...

I Drink Alone - George Thorogood

And I woke from a terrible dream
So I caught up my pal Jack Daniel's
And his partner Jimmy Beam
And we drank alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone

Forks, Washington.

Population 3,120.

This rainy place that I'd grown to love now became a place that I've succumbed to hate as it brought back the painful memories that I needed to forget. It had felt like home once but now it felt like it was constricting me – I felt trapped and alone. Life had now become a journey that I just wanted to end and all of it was all because of love.

Ah love. What was it? It meant different things to others but to me – Love was a fucked up myth. You're always told that love is going to be the best part of you and once you feel it - you'll feel like you're walking on sunshine and all that crap but - Fuck No. With love, came pain and complications and insecurities. I was now in the middle of a insect infested bar drinking my sorrows away with my new best friend vodka. (Screw Alice!)

Thinking back to all that shit he'd told me – "You mean everything to me?", "I don't want you to be afraid", "You are my life now", "I love you.."

Oh, you love me, do you? Oh he loved me? Well where the fuck are you now Edward? Where the fuck are you? If only I'd been able to read that fucker's mind then maybe I would've stopped myself from making a fool of myself but because he was a Cold One, he had the barrier to protect himself from my mind reading power.

To think I'd been planning on telling him the truth about me. Him and his even more fucked up family. It sickened me if that was the type of manipulating shit they pulled that shit on others. They were probably on their next conquest.

I'd tried to test his love by asking if he'd change me not that, that was needed but the fucker had the nerve to tell me no. making excuses about how it was for my own good. How messed up would it be if I'd looked like an old grandma making out with a seventeen year old? All of this hypothetical of course. I wanted to tell him so much that he didn't need to worry about that seeing as I was more similar to him than he thought but it was too late now.

"Well hello darling, can I buy you a drink?" turning my attention to the left of the newcomer, my sight was visited with a guy – a very handsome guy – in his late twenties maybe, short cropped brown hair, grey eyes and from what I could tell, he was probably about 5"6.

I would have accepted his offer but the recent tan line around his ring finger told me all I needed to know. We both knew what he was hoping to be the outcome of his offer. They all wanted something – a piece of ass for a night and the majority would be returning to their wives from their 'business trip'.

Looking him straight in the eye, I darkly chuckled, amused and disgusted by the crass men of this generation. Leaning in, I made sure our gazes were locked before instructing him "Walk away now" my voice was dark and demanding and I hoped that he wouldn't try anything else. Hopefully with the pound to his ego, he would go home but I highly doubt it seeing as that might just leading him to try another girl for an ego booster.

Anyway, wasn't my problem but when he turned around, I downed the rest of my drink and decided I had had enough for one night. The pity party had been fun (note the heavy sarcasm) but I should probably get back to the hotel so digging into my purse, I placed a twenty under the glass and grabbed my leather jacket, ready to leave.

When stepping out the bar, I saw the light drizzle of the rain, felt the cold wind whistle past me, billowing through my hair. With a sigh, I slipped into the black leather jacket and began to walk towards my bike. Jake had finally finished it and I was thankful he'd worked on mine first. It was getting tiring to play the helpless fragile human and I wished I could just fix the bike myself but others would get suspicious. At the time, I needed to keep things on the down low but not anymore.

A few feet away from the bike, I halted in my steps when I heard the muffled sounds coming from the alley behind the bar where they kept the bins. At first I decided to ignore it and mind my own business but the familiarly of the voice sent a shudder through my spine.

"Quiet" his slurred voice hissed with a seeping anger.

Sharply turning my head, I heard the low shuffling of feet before a resounding slap broke through the peaceful silence, following by anguished whimper.

I was before the two humans before the echo of the sound left the atmosphere.

Without another though, I looped my finger under the collar of the wrinkled shirt, I threw the disgusting piece of trash across the other wall and turned to the trembling girl.

Placing my arms on either side of her head, I drew in an intake of breath when seeing the tears glisten in her ice blue eyes, her shirt ripped, exposing her bra and the buttons of her jeans were undone. Her long blonde hair in wild disarray as she looked up at me with a frightened look on her flushed face. Her reddened cheek reminded me off what the monster had done which only angered me further but I reigned it in for a second, turning my attention back to the frail human.

She was barely more than twenty. Poor sorority girl.

Locking eyes with her, I let myself go before whispering, "It's okay" her tremors were still there although her breaths were more even and her heartbeat was slowly calming down, "You're okay" I continued and she began to calm down some more. Reaching down, I quickly did the buttons up for her and patted down at her hair gently not wanting to create something that would startle her. My touch seemed to calm her as her shallow gasps turned into deep breaths. "Forget this and go straight home" my voice was calm and compelling and I smiled softly when she complied with a nod.

I continued to watch as she mechanically walked towards the adorable little blue Toyota Prius with slow robotic steps before entering. She made no move to turn to us as she drove out of the parking lot and hastily burnt rubber as the car sped down the main road.

"Urghnnn" he groaned and my mood darkened as I whipped my head remembering his existence.

Stalking towards him, I watched as he reached up to touch the bleeding wound on his head as he shuffled backwards and collided with the brick wall. Apparently I hadn't thrown him hard enough but no matter what, he would be dead and there would be one less criminal around.

With ease, I reached down and pulled him back up, not caring as I tossed him onto the wall like a rag doll.

"W-w-wh-", he stuttered. Cold fear pebbling his eyes which only enthralled me as the hunger overtook me. This was so much better than wallowing in self-pity.

Ignoring his pleading eyes, my fingers gripped around him tightly and pushed me into the wall making him cry out loud but I ignored this too as I felt my fangs extend. Glaring at him, I growled, "It's scum like you that really piss me off" the rage was clear in my sharp words.

"I-I'm sorry" tears shamelessly fell down his cheeks which just made him look pathetic and I rolled my eyes at his weepy blabbering, "I-I-I w-w-wasn't g-", but sadistically smiled at the thought of putting a stop to him making any sound whatsoever.

"Too late" with the thoughts overriding my mind, I snarled when the smell grew to be so potent that I could practically taste in on my tongue so I was quick when reaching down and bit down on the soft flesh, giving into the hunt as I felt his hot blood flow down my throat.

Unlike the other times where I usually seduce my prey, I did not care that I was not being gentle with him when pushing him into the brick wall and my fingers gripped more tightly than usual or as my teeth practically ripped apart the exposed flesh on his neck.

His body grew limp in my arms but just as I reached the end of draining his body,I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket I heard my phone vibrate. I deliberated over ignoring whoever it was but decided against it as I dropped him to the ground and pulled the phone out of my jacket pocket. However, when checking the caller ID, I was frozen with surprise as I read the person's name that had popped up on my screen.

My tongue darted out to my stained lips trying to lick away my mess in order to erase the evidence when I took a step over his dead body while walking back towards my bike. On my way thumb twitched above the end call button not really in the mood with his games but gave in as I always did. With a defeated sigh, I lifted the phone to my ear, "What do you want?" my tone was clipped with the built up frustration.

He always wanted something. Over the long period of time, I'd known him; I knew that he would only call if he needed something. That's just the kind of person he was.

There was always a hidden agenda behind his words – always a masked motive.

"Now is that a way to greet your brother?"

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