Forget Me Not Chapter 1, a twilight fanfic

Forget Me Not Ch 1

It is amazing how much my life has changed in the last 3 years.

My world and my priorities have completely shifted since that time when I was nothing more than a weak innocent girl, in love with a boy.

When he left me alone on that day I was broken, incomplete. I felt torn open by the betrayal and pain. He never really loved me. How should someone react when the one that they love, the one person that makes their life complete, calls the time that they shared nothing more than a "distraction." I was practically comatose.

Edward left me broken, and when I found at that Charlie had been killed I shattered completely. Because of my breakdown he sometimes worked bizarre shifts, and that day he had to work the graveyard because I was having a particularly bad day and he had not wanted to leave me alone during the day. If only Edward hadn't left me so broken, Charlie would have been safe in bed that night rather than directing traffic at the scene of an accident. An overworked trucker fell asleep at the wheel and lost control. Both were killed instantly.

After the funeral I spent all of two days wallowing in a bottomless pit of guilt and despair before blind rage began bubbling in my gut. Edward left me! All of this was his fault. His entire family forsook me to this empty shell of a life. I was done drowning in sorrow! My life had been ruined and someone would pay.

My rage towards them became my fuel. I knew I could not stay in Forks, so I packed up my ancient truck and drove with no particular destination in mind. I traveled the West coast for days, never stopping longer than the time it took to gas up the truck or catch a few hours of sleep in the cab.

I can't tell you exactly what it was that drew me to San Francisco, to that little diner on the bay, but I ended up there somehow, and that is where I met Oliver James. He was a short, innocuous looking man with a bald spot and a rumpled shirt. I didn't see much in him, but he must have seen something in me because he struck up a conversation with me. I think he could tell that I was rather aimless at that time, and so he offered to help me find a goal.

"What is it that you want above all else at this exact moment?" he asked.

Edward! My mind shouted. It was only my anger that prevented me from voicing my impulsive desire.

"Vengeance." I stated firmly.

That was clearly what he wanted to hear because his mouth curved into a sly grin and he gave me a direct nod.

"I can help with that." He said confidently as he slipped me his business card.

Those first few days in San Francisco I decided that the first step I should take was to track down the Cullens. I found a computer and began searching the US for people currently living under any of their names. I tried different combinations of their first names and the last names Cullen, Hale, Whitlock, McCarthy, Brandon, and Masen with no luck. I searched recent marriages, or even deaths. I even tried to seek out all the doctors with the first name Carlisle, with no success.

They had truly disappeared. I knew they were still out there somewhere, but if they had gone off the grid, I would never be able to find them by myself. That was when I made the choice to ask Oliver for a favor; track down the Cullens in exchange for my services and aide with his other work.

Oliver was a below the law detective of sorts. He did favors for the mob and then turned right around and worked with the cops to solve a crime he himself had a hand in committing. He was a pro and the new, vengeful side of me liked him.

He started me off with little things, insurance fraud, petty theft, but as the years went by my crimes became more and more complex until one day he asked me to help him perform the ultimate sin. He asked me to kill a man. He explained that my target could be found in Italy.

Apparently there was a very large organization working out of a small city called Volterra, and controlling the surrounding area. One of Oliver's clients was interested in eliminating the competition and so had asked Oliver to "take care" of the figurehead, Aro di Volturi. The client had given us little more than a name and a location making this job a challenge. This is why Oliver chose me.

I was always willing to complete my task, no matter the cost. Anger is a very powerful ally in these sorts of situations.

And so these are the circumstances that led me to this moment, hurtling down a small highway in the Italian country side in a black porsche. My life was about to be irrevocably changed. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

I reached the outskirts of the hill town of Volterra, and slowed down to a law a biding speed. No need to draw extra attention to myself. I wound my porsche through the twisting streets of Volterra and parked my car in a secluded alley. I made my way to the central square of the town, the Piazza de Priori, and stood in the center to take in my surroundings. There was a lovely fountain in the center of the sunny square, and a charming clock tower cast a long shadow across the square. It was hard to believe that a massive crime family could operate from such an innocuous setting. These people must be good at what they do. I was going to have to be careful here.

I knew that the Volturi family lived in the castle just off the square and if I had to guess, I would find Aro in the tower, since it was the hardest area to access, and thus the easiest to keep secure.

There were several small windows around the tower, and I felt that a gun would be the best way to perform my job, if I could find a clean shot. I located several tall buildings directly across the square from the different windows, and after scouting the possibilities, I decided on a building that had been turned into a hotel. I booked the penthouse suite which encompassed the entire top floor and the rooftop veranda and started to make a plan.

I had brought a sniper rifle from Florence and using binoculars I found a place on the veranda that would give me a clear shot through the window of the tower, but did not leave me completely exposed. Through the window I could see three figures in the room that clearly filled roles of power, but I could not figure out which of the three was Aro.

I watched them for days waiting for them to go outside, or even get up from a seated position, but it never happened. They were clearly alive because I saw them move on several occasions, but it made little sense. They didn't eat, sleep or even get up to go to the bathroom. Gross.

After a week of no change, I gave up on the plan to identify Aro and simply decided to kill the man closest to me. Clearly they were all leaders, and so it seemed that killing any of them would be an upset to their syndicate.

The next day I awoke with determination. I packed my modest bag and prepared myself to flee at a moment's notice if something went wrong. I assembled the rifle and set up on the veranda. I aimed it at the man through the window and made all the appropriate adjustments. Then I just waited. It was 8:57. At 9 o'clock the giant clock tower would ring for long enough to inundate the surrounding area with a variable cacophony of sound. Loud enough to mask a gun shot.

*DING*

I exhaled slowly, checked the scope and gently pulled the trigger, firing an untraceable bullet at the man's head. I felt the force of the gun slam into my shoulder as the bullet was expelled and I let out a sigh. I had killed a man. The world felt heavier all of a sudden. I knew that I needed to make sure I had completed my task and so I peered through the scope one last time. I gasped. The man was not dead. He was still sitting there, alive, and staring directly at me. I could feel his eyes boring into my head. I freaked out.

I dropped the gun and bolted from the roof. I needed to get out of the hotel before anyone could find me. I grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs, bursting out into the sunny Piazza. I melted into the crowds of people and began walking in the general direction of my car, trying not to seem too obvious. I breathed a sigh of relief as I reached an empty dark alleyway and realized no one was following me.

I stopped to take a breath when suddenly two cloaked figures materialized from the darkness. I knew I had been caught. One of the figures was tiny, like a child and I seriously considered fighting my way out. Until I took in the other figure. He was well over six feet tall and he was heavily muscled. There was no way I could make it past him.

I held my hands up in defeat. The last thing that I saw was the glistening smile of the small one before the other put a black hood over my entire head and secured my hands behind my back. I felt no fear at being captured until I heard the high pitched child-like voice of a small girl.

"Aro is going to have fun with this one."

The fear came roaring in.

AN: Ok everyone. If you are reading this, I just want to say thanks for reading it all. I appreciate that. I would be even more grateful for any constructive criticism you can offer me. I understand that most people don't like to go through the trouble of reviewing, but I would greatly appreciate any response at this point. I have another chapter waiting and if I get some sort of positive response I will post it ASAP. I know that I didn't give you guys a whole lot in this one, but this chapter is mostly set up, I assure you there is excitement coming soon. Thank you. Thank you very much.