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AN - I'm posting so many half written multi chaps at the moment it's making me feel a little sick! Anyway, for anyone following this or any of the others, there will be an updating schedule posted on my profile in the next few hours.

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Warnings - Bad Language... you probably don't wanna read this if you're fans of Edward and Alice, not gonna lie... um... Lemons? Maybe. Violence? Definitely. Bella's an angry chic in this one :P

No Such Thing...

"Tony, I'm heading out. I'll see you tomorrow," Bella called, shrugging her jacket on.

"Later, B," Tony, her boss and friend, replied cheerfully.

Bella let herself out of the back door, making sure to close it properly before she pulled the collar of her jacket up and moved off, making the familiar walk home. When she'd first begun working nights at the bar, the walk home had filled her with dread and fear, but as time went on and she gained more confidence in herself, it stopped bothering her.

Lighting a cigarette, she inhaled the nicotine, releasing the smoke with a sigh of relief. If only her father could see her now...

Shaking the thought away, Bella quickened her pace. She was tired, and though she knew she wouldn't get much sleep, she was still very much ready for her bed.

"Well, well, well, Isabella Swan," a sneer came from behind her.

Spinning around, she found herself staring into angry red eyes. The eyes belonged to a familiar face, though they weren't the eyes she remembered.

"Jasper. What do you want?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at him. Tempted as she was to blow smoke in his face, she tilted her head to blow it to the side instead.

"You're not frightened."

It wasn't a question, and she rolled her eyes.

"Should I be?"

"You ruined my entire fucking life. I should end you where you stand!" he growled.

"Do it."

He seemed taken aback, his eyes widening slightly.

She snorted. "Do it, Jasper. Make yourself feel better."

The cigarette fell from her fingers as he wrapped his hand around her neck, pressing her against the wall.

"You ruined everything," he snarled, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"So you said," she choked out. He squeezed tighter, blocking her airways. As she began to feel lightheaded, he suddenly removed his hand, watching her slide down the wall.

She lifted her hand to massage her neck. If she walked away from this, there would be bruises in the morning. Forcing herself to her feet, she met his eyes once more.

"I never took you as one to play with your food," she muttered coolly. "Emmett, perhaps."

"You really don't care about your life, do you?" he asked, and she noticed his anger seemed to be falling away.

She shrugged.

"Why?"

"Either kill me, or fuck off," she replied, her tone flat.

She didn't owe him anything, and as far as she was concerned, she certainly hadn't ruined his life. The Cullens as a whole had left her broken and empty, and since then, life had only thrown more curveballs her way.

She was just lucky that she'd finally learnt to catch them.

"Bella?"

With a huff, she lit another cigarette and strolled away from him, no longer interested in the conversation. If he wasn't going to kill her, she had no reason to be in his company.

Fucking vampires.

A hand on her arm pulled her back, and she snapped.

"What?"

"Bella, what happened to you?"

"None of your fucking business. If you're so certain I ruined your life, Jasper, then end mine. I don't care. If you think me dying will solve all your problems, then please, get on with it. Otherwise, leave me the fuck alone."

He seemed at a loss, and this time when she turned to walk away, he let her go. She was relatively sure he was following her, but she couldn't bring herself to care. As long as he didn't try and talk to her, or heavens forbid, try and help her, she could deal.

The Cullens had ruined her life once before. There was no way was she letting them do it again.