Author: Channie.B

Language: English,

Rating: Rated: M

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Drama


CHAPTER 1: CHAPTER 1


Revenge is a dish best served cold:

The Hunt

~What do I do to ignore them behind me?

Do I follow my instincts blindly?

And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening

Do I sit here and try to stand it?

Or do I try to catch them red handed?

Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin

I make the right moves but I'm lost within

I put on my façade but then

I just end up getting hurt again

By myself~

Linkin Park- By myself

Deal with the Devil

IT WAS never my fault. He didn't want me, not the other way around. I didn't dump him in the woods and leave him to get killed by a redheaded bitch did I? No. He did. And he deserves to pay. My name is Isabella Swan and this is my tale about revenge.

I was curled in a ball, trying to claw the pain away when I felt her presence. She watched me for a good five minutes before I got uncomfortable. "What do you want, Victoria?" I asked, my voice hoarse. She laughed.

"Left you all alone, has he?" she asked, circling me, a shark circling their prey.

"It, it doesn't matter anymore. Just kill me and be done." I was practically begging for death. She stooped down to eye level.

"He really hurt you, didn't he?" I remained silent. "He crushed your soul even after you sacrificed everything to be with him. You loved him but he never truly loved you, did he?" Her words brought a fresh wave of tears. They came in torrents, splashing onto my cheeks. She wiped them away, cooing. "Don't worry. I'll do you a favour. I'll change you-"

"No!" I cried. I didn't want that. I didn't want to live for eternity knowing that I was rejected and never loved, used as a pet and weak.

"Just hear me out, Isabella. I'll change you into a powerful vampire. I'll make others fear you. You won't be Bella, the weak human pet. You'll be Isabella, the powerful immortal." She leaned in close and whispered, "You will be a true vampire. Then, and only then, will you be able to get your revenge."

I thought about her words. How would it feel to make them pay? To make them feel the pain that I felt? To make them suffer the way I had. For months I had pined over them, waiting for them to return, but they never did. I was always left waiting.

I uncurled myself and looked Victoria square in the eyes. I wasn't afraid. I wasn't scared. I was ready. "Do it," I said. She smiled, her teeth glinting in the light.

"Meet me in 'your meadow' on Monday morning at 8:30. Bring a duffel bag full of spare clothes and some money too. I'm sure you remember the way." She stood to go but I grabbed her arm, silently asking if she really was going to be there. "I'll keep up my end of the deal. I promise. Until Monday Isabella." She hugged me, sipped something into my pocket and left.

"Until Monday, Victoria," I whispered to the air.


It was Saturday and I asked Charlie for some money. "Why?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Because I need to go shopping." I replied. He still looked sceptical, but nodded anyway, handing over a wad of bills. I gave him a small smile and thanked him, quickly taking the money and making my way to my truck.

During the ride into Port Angeles, I thought about my behaviour for the past four months. I knew that the Cullen's weren't returning; yet I still insisted on filling myself up with false hope. I hated myself for that. I was being weak and I knew it, but I did nothing to dissuade the notion of being the love struck, heartbroken human I was made out to be. I was going to make sure everyone saw my change, starting with this trip.

Once I reached the mall, I parked close to the entrance. It was quite full, but it was expected considering it was the weekend. Instantly, I headed for the boutique, needing a new look and to try out other styles. I got tons of new things, ranging from hipster body hugging jeans to revealing mini dresses. I threw in a few tops, mainly crops, and skirts too. Next on my list were shoes. It was pretty pathetic that at the age of eighteen, I still couldn't walk in heels. So when I walked into the shoe shop and saw all the heels and designs, I nearly fainted. I don't know how I didn't see the beauty in the shoes before, but now they were gorgeous. I was in a daze as I trailed my hands over the satin material.

"Can I help you with anything?" asked a saleslady, smiling broadly. I looked over at her nametag.

"Actually Sarah, I think you can. What kind of shoes do you think I should buy? I just bought some new outfits and I want stuff to match." I was rambling like Jessica often did when a hot guy walked buy and though I felt as stupid as she often looked, it was a refreshing contrast to the crushing loneliness.

"You've asked just the right person, Miss…"

"Just call me B…Isabella." I was leaving Bella behind, and I better start embracing my inner vampire from now.

Sarah had immaculate taste and everything she picked out for me worked. She even taught me how to walk in them, a huge achievement if you ask me. The day Victoria found me, I'd gone to bed to find something perched on the sill by my window. That 'something' was a credit card with the code on it. I wondered how she, a vengeful nomad, would have the means necessary to fund a black card, but shrugged it off. No doubt she'd swiped it off her latest victim.

Attached to the card was a sticky note with clear instructions as to what she wanted me to do; use some of it for my shopping and then withdraw the money to give to her. It would be a backup for during my newborn stage and we wouldn't need to go close to humans to withdraw money.

I paid with that card and waved goodbye to Sarah, exiting the shop. I had to drop off the dozen or so bags in my truck before deciding where to go next. I thought about how I would look as a vampire, my long hair possibly reaching my bum and eyes a vivid red. I didn't want to look anything like Edward's Bella. I wanted to look like a fearsome warrior, Isabella. I headed in the direction of hair and nails salon. The door chimed as I walked in and instantly a hairdresser ushered me into her chair.

"Okay, darling. What would you like done to your hair?" she asked, chewing gums and looking at me in the mirror.

"I don't know. I definitely want it dyed black, but I also want it in a different style. It looks so…bland. Do you know what would look best on me?" I asked, looking at her. She thought for a minute before smiling.

"It would look absolutely divine if it was layered." I nodded and she clapped excitedly. But before she got to work, she looked anxious. "Um, is it okay if I do a before and after? It's to promote the shop and all…"

"Of course." She smiled again before actually getting to work.

"Oh and by the way, I'm Cindy." I smiled as she went to get the hair supplies. Something told me that Cindy was going to be doing a lot of talking.

I sighed in bliss as her Cindy's hands worked shampoo into my hair. She chatted on about how much of a dog her ex, Brandon, is and how he slept with her two best friends, Mary and Shelly, behind her back before doing her art teacher, Ms Nutterburgh, as well.

"And he was like, oh baby come here let me hold you," she deepened her voice in an attempt to imitate Brandon. "And I was like, oh no way. You don't sleep with the world and then come crawling back to me. And when I confronted Shelly she tried to deny it but then I pulled up the recording she accidentally sent me and she shut up. But Mary, oh Mary was all like, if he really wanted you, he wouldn't have come crawling to me to look for pleasure, and it took every ounce of will inside my body not to bitch slap her. Urgh!" She growled in frustration. "And then my other friend Lucy told me that Aaron, overheard Michael speaking to Graham saying that Mark has a crush on me. Do you think I should start flirting with him or wait till he makes his first move?" she was now drying my hair.

I endured another hour of her useless chit-chat before she declared, "Okay, Isabella. I'm done. You can look now." Nervously, I cracked my eyes open. I gasped as my eyes flew open, taking in the sight of a new me. I was beautiful. My hair was layered and so black it looked blue. It made me look dark and mysterious.

"It looks absolutely amazing." Cindy beamed.

"I know right! I really did a number- and a good one too! Wait a sec, let me get my camera." She rushed off somewhere backstage before returning, camera in hand. She charged me and I whistled at the price, but paid nonetheless. I waved to Cindy as I exited her shop, a bounce in my step. Spotting an off-licence that sold ice-slush, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to treat myself.

As I exited the store, I slurped on my slush, cringing as the cold flavoured ice hit my tongue. I took another step forward towards my truck when I slammed into someone. Yelping, I flung out my arms to brace myself, crushing my slush into the person's shirt. I stood shocked, my eyes wide as I took in the mess.

"I am so, so sorry. I didn't want, I mean I didn't mean, I…. I…" I started to explain but an angry voice interrupted me.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Damn, look where you're going next time, Cullen Pet," spat the angered person. I gaped, looking up to see their face. It was kid called Damien, a popular jock at school. I shut my mouth, my cheeks a flaming red as I glared into his scowling face. Green eyes glimmered with irritation and... hate? What had I ever done to him- well apart from spill slushi on his shirt? I flipped him off and stalked towards my truck, revving the engine and speeding out of the car park.

My cheeks were still a flaming red when I pulled up in front of my house. Slamming my truck door, I grabbed the numerous amounts of bags before snatching the hidden key and unlocking my front door. My thoughts were dark, and churned with bloody thoughts as I promised myself to teaching him a lesson- he'd see just how much of a fucking pet I was. A pet who'd rip his throat out and crush his lungs. I will have his blood and enjoy every sick moment of his death, watch in satisfaction as he begged me to not kill him, to have mercy and let him go free.

I smirked as I slammed shut my room door. The ferocity of my thoughts scared me somewhat but I shrugged it off, pulling out my huge duffel bag and stuffing my new clothes in it as well as the money I have been saving up. Renée's erratic spending habit meant splurging on myself was as often as a blue moon occurrence, so since fifteen I'd been saving whatever I could. My job down at the Newton's place served as a huge investment, and I'd managed to save close to two hundred dollars. Speaking of the Newton's, I would need to ask for my check early.

Charlie still wasn't home yet, so I snuck into his room and looked around. A wad of bills sat on his chest of draws and I stuffed it into my pocket, searching through his draws for more. Altogether, I probably acquired four hundred dollars of money Charlie had laying around. It was his fault for being careless and I felt a twinge of guilt but I squashed it. If I was going to be a vampire, I was going to have to do a lot more cruel things than steal from my father. I heard the rumble of an engine and I ran out his room, closing it softly behind me.

Just as I got to the kitchen, Charlie walked in, shaking off his jacket. I hadn't gotten anything out to start dinner and, if I was being honest, I really didn't feel like cooking then.

"Hey Bells. You- woah." Charlie stood frozen, staring at me with wide eyes. I smiled nervously.

"Hey, Dad." I fought the urge to laugh at his shocked expression.

"Wow Bells. You look…good." I smiled at the compliment

"How about we have dinner at the diner today?" I suggested and he agreed heartily. I skipped upstairs to empty my full pockets of the stolen money. I looked around and noticed my floorboards were sticking up.

Curious, I pushed my bag full of goods underneath my bed and crawled over to the hazardous floorboard. I dug my nails into the wood, pulling with all my might at the ground. A gruelling three minutes, with newly acquired bloody fingernails, the wood finally gave in and I flew back a good foot. Grumbling and cursing, I crawled over to inspect what had caused the floorboard to stick up. I had never noticed it before, though I did trip over it about week ago. My heart stuttered at what I found lying there, dust coating them like a blanket. Tears welled in my eyes as I picked up a photograph, my hand trembling.

It was the picture I had taken of Edward when he had come over to my house. My eyes roamed over the other items. The radio Emmett had put into my truck, photos, the bracelet Rosalie had given me, the cd Edward had composed for me; everything that reminded me of him.

"Bella?" called Charlie, concerned. I hastily wiped my tears and cleared my throat.

"I'll be down in a sec, Dad!" I called back. I stuffed the gifts, minus the radio, into my bag, vowing that when I found Edward, I would burn these along with him. I quickly changed into one of my new jeans and pulled on some black boots. There's no need to look like crap when going out. I even added a bit of perfume.

Satisfied, I put on a smile and ran down the steps, tripping on the last one. Some things never change. Though, they would in two days. To think that in five days I would be a newborn vampire, craving for blood and revenge alongside my sister, Victoria.

"Bells?" Charlie asked, uncertainty in his voice. I looked up.

"Yes?"

"Is that… are you wearing perfume?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yep. It's something new I bought along with my jeans and boots. Do you like them?" I struck a mock pose, pursing my lips like the models. Charlie just laughed, shaking his head and ruffling my hair. "Hey. I spent hours perfecting the perfecting that I-didn't-spend-anytime-on-this-at-all-it's-just-naturally-perfect look." I laughed as we exited the house, locking the door behind me. Again, Charlie just laughed and got into his cruiser. I skipped alongside him and claimed position as shotgun as per usual.

On the ride over, we talked a bit about…stuff. I don't recall exactly but I knew that it felt good to just talk to a normal human about human things. We got to the diner at about five. It wasn't packed but it wasn't exactly empty either. Thankfully, our usual booth was empty so we promptly slid into it, earning several glares from an approaching family. Until they realised that is was the Chief and his infamous daughter. We smirked as they attempted to mask their scowls in vain. Charlie smiled and waved to them and I merely laughed.

Jessica came over to us, a half plastic, half genuine smile fixed to her face. "It's good to see you here Bella, Chief Swan. Now what can I get you?"

We ordered our usual of rare steak and fries. The night was looking good so far.

"So Bella, if you don't mind me asking, what inspired this sudden…change in you?" asked Charlie, sipping on his coke. I shrugged. I couldn't very well admit that I had made a deal with the devil, could I?

"I don't know. I saw other kids my age having fun even though I was sure that they had been dumped a hundred times more than I had. And they weren't moping around on months on end. I realised that it's time to grow up and accept the fact that moving on is a part of life." I looked up to see tears shining his chocolate brown eyes. Eyes that were so like mine it hurt. Eyes which would no longer be the same as mine since the coming Monday. Eyes, which held such love and pain and regret and sorrow, yet still managed to curve into a smile.

"I am so proud of you, Isabella. I am proud to call you my daughter and I don't ever want you to forget that." His voice shook with emotion and I smiled wistfully.

"Thank you, Dad. I love you so much." It was then, as I looked into my father's eyes, that I acknowledged fully that I really loved him and that I wanted him to be happy. But he would never be happy with me here, never be able to fully move on from what Reneé had done all those years ago. As much as I knew that he would never admit it, I was a hindrance on his life.

Which is why I had to go.


I listened to the rumbling snores of Charlie as he slept peacefully, guilt swishing around in my gut as I remembered the stolen money I had in my bag. But it was necessary. I'm sure he would have given it to me if he knew my predicament. I knew he would have snuck in a hundred dollars or two into my bag without me realising until too late. I shook those thoughts away and got ready for bed, knowing tomorrow will be the last day I had to live as a human.

I woke up groggily, sunlight streaming in through a slit in my curtain. I got out of bed, grabbing clothes for the day. As I showered, I thought of what I would do for the day. Charlie would be out fishing with Harry and Billy. So that would leave an entire day to do…nothing. I could clean, since I hadn't done much during my dark days of depression. I turned off the water and dried off, dressing in my usual attire of t-shirt and faded baggy jeans.

I blazed the Linkin Park cd that Phil had given me as a present. I nodded my head to the beat as I wiped down the counters, the sharp smell of chemicals filling my nostrils. I swayed my hips to the beat, bumping a cupboard door closed. The metallic beat ran through my veins, the angry words fuelling my resolve to become a vampire in twenty-four hours. I knew that I would be tossing my worthless life down the drain but I didn't care. I'd give Rosalie a real reason to hate me.

I can't hold on

To what I want when I'm stretched so thin

It's all too much to take in

I can't hold on

To anything watching everything spin

With thoughts of failure sinking.

I used the spray bottle of kitchen cleaner as a microphone, the words ringing clear in my mind as I jumped to the beat.

With thoughts of failure sinking.

I sang the last line in the song, my heart pounding wildly and eyes bright with fury and vengeance. I listened to the entire cd something like three times before the words lulled me to a peaceful sleep.

I awoke sometime later to Amy Lee's heart-breaking voice. Stretching, I realised that I had fallen asleep in the couch and morning had quickly merged into early afternoon. I jumped up, cursing as I threw clothes and washing detergent into the washing machine and turned it on. My mind flickered to the bag of money and clothes in my room.

Money.

I shrugged on my raincoat, slipped my feet into a pair of trainers and grabbed my keys, locking the front door before jumping in my truck and driving to the Newton's place. When I got to the store, I saw Mike working behind the counter. He waved to me and I smiled back.

"Hey, Bella. Nice hair. I love what you've done to it. Looks very… chic. But today's your day off, you do know that right?" he joked. I laughed.

"Yes, I do in fact remember my days off Mike. However, I do need to collect my money early. I, uh, I won't be able to pick it up next week because I'll be by my mother's in Florida. And I want to have some cash on me to by souvenirs." I ended with a smile, maybe a bit too broad but it still worked. He handed me the money and I pocketed it instantly. I stayed for a quick chat before rushing home.

As I pulled out of the parking lot at the store, I heard shouting and not a hundred yards away from the store, I heard sirens. I hurried, praying that it wasn't Charlie and he wouldn't see me driving away from the Newton's. I pulled into our driveway, letting out a huge breath I didn't know I was holding. By now it was about four o'clock.

A thought occurred to me then, as I unlocked the front door and dropped my coat off on my bed and deposited the money into the duffel under my bed. Today was the last day I'd get to see Charlie. The last time I'd get to eat with him, to hug him. To ever be in his presence again. The thought saddened me, and while I pulled out the ingredients needed to make his favourite dish, I pondered abandoning my apparent need to give in to the supernatural.

Who would look after him while I'm gone? Who would make sure that he eats properly, or regulates his drinking to only two beers a night? Who would console him when they find my mutilated truck?

The crescent scar on my wrist glinted under the water as I rinsed my hands, and Jasper's words from a lifetime ago filtered back to me.

You are worth it.

I snorted. Apparently, I was worth killing another of their kind over, but not worth sticking around for. How did that work out, Jazz?

My anger was back full force, and it smothered the thoughts of doubt. I would show Edward just how siev-like my memory was. I would teach him what being worthless meant.

I lost myself in the familiar routine, my mind peacefully numb as my body acted on autopilot. Soon, I had the food finishing up in the oven and was about to check on the clothes when Charlie walked through the door. "Smells good, Bells. Let me guess…steak and potatoes?" he smirked, hanging up his jacket and gun holster. I smiled, nodding.

"It's just finishing up. I'll just check on the clothes quickly before serving up dinner." I rushed into the laundry room, relieved to find it all done. I transferred the sopping clothes to the dryer before heading back into the kitchen. I got out plates and our silverware, seldom used unless there was a special occasion.

As I set the table, I thought back to all the thousands of other times I had done the exact same thing, cooking while Charlie worked. I thought back to the countless amount of times when the only thing on my mind when I came home after school was the Cullen's and the fact that they weren't like us, like me. And then for the past four months when I couldn't stop the agony I felt whenever I did anything. Because everything I did, I did it with him, with them. I was never alone then, and I was convinced that I would never be left alone. I would have never imagined that they would have just up and gone, not saying a word of goodbye.

"Bella?" I heard Charlie ask. I shook my head, pulling out of my thoughts and smiling.

"One sec dad." I took the food out and placed it on the table. Charlie seated himself and smiled broadly.

"You outdid yourself, Bells. You always do. Look, I know that these past few months have been… hard, for lack of better word, on you but I am proud that you've managed to move past it all." He refused to look me in the eyes, his awkwardness washing over him.

"Thanks, Dad. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you here. Just know, that whatever happens, I will always love you, despite what my actions may say or what I may do. I will never ever stop loving you, Dad. And I know it makes you uncomfortable to hear this, but it's the truth. And I wanted to tell you the truth one last time." Tears sprung to my eyes and I blinked rapidly to clear them.

"One last time before you go to college, you mean," Charlie smirked.

"Yeah," I whispered, smiling wistfully. "One last time."

We ate in comfortable silence for a while, savouring the flavour of the food. "So, how was your day today?" I asked.

"You know, the usual. Filing paperwork and answering calls. I even had to send Mark over to break up a fight between the Newton's today." I nodded.

"What was it about?"

"Eh, I don't know. Something about Mrs Newton spending more than they could afford or something like that." He shrugged, putting a piece of steak in his mouth. I turned back to my food.

"Sound like the most drama tiny ol' Forks is ever gonna get." I mumbled. The rest of the meal was had in peaceful silence and I washed the dishes, gazing out into the descending sun. It was twilight, and Edward told me once that it was the safest time for vampires.

Once the dishes were done, I folded the laundry, putting it away in its respectful places. I thought about all the time I spent dwelling on the past, hoping and praying to all the gods and deities that the Cullen's would return some day. And even as days went by, morning blending into noon, which would fade into night, I was still hoping that they'd return.

But they never did and never would. So I will come to them. They won't get off that easily. I may let Rosalie and Jasper go since they never really made an effort to welcome me into the family. But the others were fair game. I would gladly enjoy ripping them apart and making them watch as their bodies burnt, going up in the same purple smoke that had claimed the life of the last vampire to try and make a fool out of me.

A slow smile crept onto my face at the thought. I don't know when I became so bloodthirsty, but I honestly couldn't go back to the naïve, innocent girl I had once been; I had seen too much, loved too hard and been hurt so much as a result. But I wasn't going to allow that to happen again. As they say, once bitten, twice shy.

Snoring brought me out of my reverie. It seemed Charlie had fallen asleep and now seemed as good a time as ever to get my bag to my truck. I slung the bag over my shoulder, grunting at the weight of it. Maybe I should have been a bit more selective with what I packed. But hey, I wouldn't be able to return so I had to take as much as I could. Plus, there's no harm in gaining a bit of muscle, huh? I took the steps one at a time, stopping to take a deep breath on each one.

When I got to the bottom, I put the bag down with a big thump. Charlie stirred, sitting up and looking around blearily. "Bella?" he called. I nodded.

"It's me, Dad. I was just…getting a glass of water when I stumped my foot. No biggie." I tried to smile but it came out more of a grimace.

"Well okay. Be more careful Bells." He settled back to go back to sleep but I couldn't have that. There was no way I was going to get out to my truck and back without him realising. I walked over to him and shook his shoulders, trying to wake him up. Once he was awake, I lead him upstairs and to bed where he instantly fell asleep.

That part over, I walked back downstairs, hauling the bag over my shoulder before stumbling to the front door. I sucked in a deep breath and held it while I fumbled around trying to unlock the door. After what felt like hours, I finally got it and was on my way out to my truck. The wind was blowing wildly, whipping my hair into my eyes and face, and making it exceptionally hard to walk straight. My heat hammered as I got to my truck. I unlocked the passenger side door, dumping the bag on the floor. If Charlie were to look in, he wouldn't see anything. Smiling devilishly, I locked my truck and went back indoors, softly closing the front door behind me.

When I got to my room, I started on all of the homework I had accumulated over the weekend. Sighing, I settled in for a long night. Several cups of coffee later, I finally finished and placed the last Calculus worksheet and English essay in my backpack.

Going to sleep that night proved easier than anticipated. I dreamt that I was in our meadow. I was wearing a white dress, which fell to my ankles. It was translucent and clung to me as if it were wet, yet when I ran my hands over it, my hands came back dry. It really left nothing to the imagination.

Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention and I swivelled around. There stood Edward, his arm around Alice as he whispered in her ear. "Hey!" I called, but they continued as if I wasn't there. Alice giggled at something Edward said and he smirked, trailing kisses up and along her jawline and neck. I stormed over to them. "Hey!" I tried again. This time, Edward looked at me, smirking. Then, very deliberately and very slowly, he kissed her full on the lips, never taking his eyes off me. I gasped. Alice moaned into him and he growled in response. How could he?

"How could he?" whispered a voice behind me, reflecting my thoughts exactly. I whipped around to find myself staring straight into the red eyes of Victoria. I stayed where I was, refusing to show any fear in the face of danger. She smirked evilly. "I bet you want the answer to that. And I can give you the means to do so. I can make you powerful." She stopped and circled me. "I can give you the knife to stab him. I can give you the match to set him alight. I can help you kill him." I narrowed my eyes at her. There had to be something she wanted. Nothing comes for free in this world. Nothing.

"What's the catch?" I asked. She chuckled.

"Ah, so smart. I can tell why he was intrigued by you," she remarked. I glowered at her.

"Not for long though," I mumbled to myself. But of course she heard. "What do you want in return for all of this?"

"You have to allow me to change you. You have to allow me to the one who's venom courses through your veins. You have to allow me," she got real close to me "to be your sire." She stepped back, looking in my eyes. It wasn't hard to come to a decision. Would I give her the satisfaction of turning me into the one thing Edward never wanted for me in the first place, only to have a brief period of fulfilment over his death? Would I become a cold-hearted bitch because of a simple break-up?

Heck yes I would.

"Yes," I whispered. As the words left my mouth, Victoria grabbed me and pressed her lips to my neck, the movement intimate if not for the sudden fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"Wise decision, Isabella." Then she bit down. I screamed, the fire erupting in my bloodstream and the agony blinding me.


I sat up, gasping for air. I ran my hand over my body, over my neck to see if there were any marks from my dream. I knew it was irrational but I couldn't help it; I was terrified. Not for the first time, I was started to doubt my judgement. Did I make the right decision? Am I making a mistake? The image of Edward kissing Alice popped up in my mind, but only served to confuse me more.

Anybody with eyes could see that she was wrapped up in Jasper, though her preference to dress him like some kind of life-size Ken doll spoke of her underlying issues. It was probably because they were the closest to me, and had both found it so easy to up and leave. They may as well have been screwing each other with how deeply their betrayal cut.

Instantly I knew I had made the right choice. Of course you did. You deserve to have your revenge. Plus, then the Volturi won't come after you, purred an inner voice. Was I going crazy?

Probably.

But that would be fixed with the vampire venom, which would be running through me in, oh, an hour and a half. I cursed, springing from my bed. I grabbed my clothes before bustling to the bathroom. I had a quick shower and dressed quickly too. I pulled a brush through my hair and left it out, despite the fact that rain clouds were clouding the sky. I threw my backpack over my shoulder, needing to keep up the appearance of a hardworking teen. I got out a bowl and some cereal before settling in for breakfast, constantly glancing at the clock.

So far, I was on schedule. Charlie lumbered down the stairs at 8:15. He grabbed a granola bar, stuffing it in his mouth and washing it down with a glass of water. "Um, morning Dad," I called. He sputtered, turning around wide-eyed.

"Bella. I, uh, I didn't see you there. You don't normally get up this early. What's the occasion?" he stuttered.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to get to school early so that I could double check my homework and stuff." I shrugged. He nodded, checking his watch.

"Well, I've gotta get to work. See you later Bella." He waved before leaving the door swinging shut behind him. His words brought tears to my eyes. He had no idea that he would not actually be seeing me later today. That was indeed the last time I would ever see my father. I wiped a single tear from my cheek, staring at it for a moment then wiping on my jeans. There is no time for crying. That would be the last time. Ever.

My watch beeped as it hit 8:25. I dumped my bowl in the sink, excitement and fear making me ignore my normal morning ritual. Normal would no longer be part of my vocabulary. Heck, normal went out the window the moment I set foot in Forks.

The front door slammed behind me as I locked it up. It was definitely going to rain today. I could feel the humidity and moistness in the air and I jumped in my truck, glancing down at the bulging duffel bag. Starting my truck, I pulled away, pushing the mileage to the limit.

Finally, I got to the edge of the woods at 8:27, to be exact. I hauled my bag over my shoulder and started my trek through the woods. Sweat pooled at the nape of my neck and finally, I got to the meadow- our meadow. My dream flashed in my mind before a movement caught my attention. "Well, well, well. It's not-so-little Isabella finally turning up. I was starting to think that you wouldn't show up. But alas, here you are just as promised." She cocked her head to the side. "That bag looks a little heavy. Well," she smirked, "for you, at least." She moved to take it from me. "No matter. Soon you will become the weapon to take down the Cullen's and I will finally see that pathetic excuse of a coven perish." I smiled.

"When you change me, you'll be my sire, right?" I asked, a strange calm settling over me. Or perhaps it was acceptance; the worst she could do was kill me, and that's second best if I can't become a vampire. Victoria chuckled.

"You are a bright one, aren't you? Yes, I will become your sire." She rolled her eyes, and I narrowed mine, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What, exactly, does that entail? Will you have any kind of mojo power over me?"

"Well, naturally. Have you noticed how none of the Cullen's, apart from Alice and Jasper, were ever able to resist Carlisle's words and what he instructed them to do?" she asked. I nodded, remembering how Edward was never able to disobey Carlisle, even with all that stubbornness. "Well, it would be the same thing for you and I. Only, I won't abuse the power I will hold over you and instead leave you with your own free will." She flashed her teeth at me. It was such a predatory smile that it made me shiver.

"Are we going to get it over with?" I changed the subject slightly and I noticed her change in demeanour. She was thinking hard. I had started to pick up the slightest habits Victoria had, like the way she would flash her sharp teeth to distract you from the problem at hand.

"There's been a slight…change."

"What? You're still changing me, right?" I was panicking. Surely she wouldn't leave me too?

"Of course I am. I'm not passing up the opportunity to taste that lovely blood of yours." She trailed her hand over my cheek and I blushed. Her nostrils flared. "Tempting. But later. For now, we need to stage your death. It's going to rain and I have the perfect plan. You have homework, right?" I nodded.

"Give it to me and leave it here. Go to school and strike up a conversation about said homework. Put on a show, maybe even ask them to look over it for you. Of course, because it won't be there, make some excuse as to why you absolutely have to have it. You humans buy lies so easily, it shouldn't be difficult."

Her nose wrinkled in disdain, snatching the stack of papers I handed out. "Come here and I'll change you, smash up that old thing and take you to my hideout for the rest of your change. They'll see the damaged car and assume that you crashed due to slippery roads." I thought about it. It wasn't the most imaginative, but good enough under the circumstances. As long as Charlie bought it- which I doubted he would- it would be fine.

"Fine. I'll see you soon. Oh, and I'm gonna leave this bag, if you don't mind." I gestured the duffel bag. She nodded.

"Sure. Be quick. The sooner we leave here, the sooner those damn Cullen's will be eliminated. By your hand, of course. Toodles." She grabbed my bag before disappearing. I checked my watch. 8:35. It shouldn't take long to get to school. It was closer than my house.

When I got to the school parking lot, it was pretty full. Turning off my truck, I grabbed my backpack and slammed the door, making my way over to Angela and Jessica. "Hey girls," I called as I neared them. They turned and did a double take at my new appearance.

"Hey Bella. Loving your new look by the way. Mike told us that you'd change but wouldn't tell us how. You look really good," complimented Angela. I smiled, I was gonna miss her, but I'm sure she would do better off without me and my drama.

"Thanks, Ange. Anyway, how did you lot do with your English essay?" I asked, starting on the plan straight away.

"It was torture! I don't think I did very good, really," complained Jessica. Of course she would find something so simple hard.

"Yeah me too. In fact, do you think you guys could proofread mine before I hand it in?" I asked, reaching for my bag. They nodded and I rifled through all my other homework.

"No, no, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening! I forgot it at home!" I cried. They all gasped.

"What are you going to do? English is second period so you won't have time to do it again!" stated Lauren, sneering at me with a huge grin on her face. Stupid girl. She's the second person on my eat-list.

"I'm going to have to drive back home. I'm sure I can make it in time." I checked my watch, scrunching up my face.

"But then you're gonna be late!" pointed out Ben, who had joined the group, his arm around Angela. She caught my eye and blushed, looking anywhere but at me. I worked to hide my smirk. I had a feeling that they would make a lovely couple.

"Yeah but being late is better than no homework. I am trying to get into any of the Ivy Leagues. And that homework was part of our assessment. I've gotta run if I'm going to make it. See ya!" I called, running back over to my truck. I started it up and squealed out of the parking lot, coming to an abrupt stop as a jock ran out in front of me. I beeped my horn, outraged. "Hey, watch it!" I shouted from inside my truck. The kid turned to me, glaring when he saw who he was dealing with. It was Damien. What a coincidence.

"Whatever, bitch! It's about time you get a new ride anyway. What, still hoping you'll get in an accident and Cullen would come back and save your poor ass?" he sneered. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched, the parking lot suddenly silent. I had had enough. Time to show this shitbag just who the hell he was fucking with.

I slowly got out of my truck, slamming the door behind me. The sound resonated throughout the parking lot, loud in the sudden silence. I walked over to Damien, the gravel crunching under my sneakers. I got real close to Damien, leaned in, and whispered, "Watch who you talk to like that, boy. The next time, you may just find yourself in a pool of your own blood." I leaned back, looking up in his face. He looked disgusted, hateful and fearful too. Good.

"You're a psychopath!" he screamed, leaping back from me. I smiled at him, the same smile Victoria used and his face paled.

"You'd do well to remember that Damien." I turned away and got back in my truck, driving out before I stopped beside him and rolled down the windows. "Oh, and you may want to get checked. You should know better than to sleep around with any boy that throws themselves at you." With that, I sped out of there, my tires squealing and I didn't once look back.

It hadn't been hard to deduce that Damien was gay. The pure hatred and jealousy I saw in his eyes the first time I encountered him at the mall had honestly thrown me. He had no reason to be jealous, or hate me. Unless he was jealous of the things I had. Which, as far as everyone knows, were Edward and my truck. No one in their right mind would want my truck, so by process of elimination, it was Edward.

I laughed at the image of Edward and Damien locked in a tonsil fight. Wouldn't fate be a bitch if they decided to make his mate a man, in direct contrast to all the holy shit he spouted. I parked where I had last time, the rain hammering down on the roof of my truck. Victoria was right, and her plan shaping to be more solid than I'd thought.

Sure, they would wonder why there was no body but then they'd host a funeral and everyone would move on. At least, I hoped they would. They would be wasting their time if they sent out a search party or filled missing person reports. Humming, I hiked to the meadow, the rain plastering my hair to my head and my clothes to my skin. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my torso.

As I entered the meadow, I noticed how dull it looked. The grass was brown and dying, the flowers shrivelled and drooped. A flash of red hair caught my attention and before I knew it, something slammed into me from behind.

I screamed as I hit the ground. Red hair clouded my vision and I swiped to move it away. Laughter filled my ears and the weight that had barrelled into me was gone. My eyes adjusted to see Victoria rolling around beside me, laughing her ass off. "What the fuck Victoria!" I growled, throwing the nearest thing to me at her. It turned out to be a pebble and she deflected it easily. She finally stopped laughing, rolling onto her side to look at me.

"You should have seen your face, Isabella. Priceless." She struggled to contain a giggle.

"Why do you insist on calling me Isabella as opposed to Bella?" I asked, swiftly changing the subject.

"Because Bella was the weak human. If you're going to be the powerful vampire Isabella, then you have to start acting like her. That includes your name. I like your hair by the way. Now down to business. Have you ever had a plaster you've had to take off but you couldn't do it slowly because it would hurt?" she asked.

"Yeah. I've had my fair share of accidents. Why?"

"What do you do?"

"I have to rip it off quickly. The slower I rip it off, the more it hurts because I can feel each individual hair being ripped out or my skin un-sticking to it."

"I'm afraid it's the same as when you're going through your change. Remember; think about all the things you want to remember in your new life and keep thinking about them, especially how Edward left you, abandoned you to deal with me all alone. Good luck, sister." With that, she sunk her venomous teeth into my neck and instantly, the fire erupted in my veins.

"Thank you sister," I whispered before I surrendered to the darkness.

A/N: Hi guys. This is my attempt at a third fanfiction. I had this idea for a while and it hasn't left me alone so I decided to get it out there. How do you think it was? Good? Bad? Tell me in the reviews below!

-Channie.B

P.S: Should she eventually end up with Edward or will she fulfill her need to kill him? PM me or tell me in the reviews.

EDITED: 28/12/18