Some days I wish I was like Bella, I wish that when my husband left me I became a shell, a zombie wondering endlessly about nothing. A blank void of shattered hope, I wished unlike Bella I had some warning some sign that would point out how utterly tragic my life would become. At first I okay I passed the whole scenario off like a fly I squished the problem and spent my time with renesesme, after the first month or two of isolating myself my niece pulled away. I had no remorse, no coddling no hugs and kisses no one on my side. The ones I once called family shunned me stripped me of the 'family' name and told me I got what I deserved.

They changed not me, Bella the one I protected the one I watched looked me in the eye and said my attitude wasn't going to last long in this house, Bella turned on me. If that wasn't a fucked sense of karma I didn't know what was,

Alice she knew but she never hinted, jasper felt it but he never told you'd think that after oh I don't know fifty years of being my twin I'd have some sympathy, Edward the dick 'heard' it but for once in his life he ignored what was happening that it was my business. I was I suppose to know any of that? How was it my problem when I didn't know there was one in the first place? The thing is did I deserve this- yeah probably, did I see it coming- hell no! I was happy, my family was happy, I thought we were happy. Emphasis on were and was past tense was a key word in my life now it has been three years since my husband left me for Tanya Denali, I guess all that damn "harmless" flirting did get somewhere huh? I live in London now I was a bit skeptic of living in this place again but since Carlisle and Esme so graciously gave me the manor here I said eh what the hell packed up all of my shit and moved here and boy was I glad I did.

It was a normal day, as cliché as that sounds- I was in the town square during some carnival, people came and greeted me, I was a permanent appendage at the park considering I took up a completely unnecessary job as a part time tour guide for field trips and what not, it gave me something to do other than hunting local animal life (which there wasn't a lot of trust me) or plotting my once upon a time families cruciation. On the upside I was friendlier, peaceful I resorted to this teenage faced of summer jobs and hanging out with full time mothers, for once it was right in this vapid stereotype*(see what I did there) I call my life.

It was raining, a thing that I've come to live with and no matter how much it ruined a perfecting good outfit- not that I was trying to please anyone lord forbid I become the next lion and the lamb crap- I was perched on one of the statues not covered with bird crap watching Americas next top model make a complete fool of themselves, although I got to say these insipid profitless blood bags were a huge source of entertainment those days. The light drizzle made them slip and slide amongst the cobblestones so caught up in my gales of laughter I didn't notice the sherry smelling bug eyed specimen come up beside me. Look I know as a vampire you're suppose to be aware of your surroundings well despite common belief about us vamps we can turn off that little sense we can also turn off our emotions too I mean how else did you think holy virgin eddy made through high school? I didn't want to be aware of my surroundings all the damn time , I didn't want to know when some horn dog was undressing me with their eyes or when petty jealous cretins stared at me in distain. I was a bitch, not unemotional although if Emmy bear was here he might say differently, ass.

Giving out a few more chuckles not snorts I do not snort, I finally became heedful of my surroundings hence the sherry and vanilla smell. I hate the smell of vanilla ugh it grossed me out, Royce thought that by smelling like a fucking girl it would attract them, idiot.

"Excuse me Ms. hale I was wondering if I could have a minute of your time?" her voice was scratchy like she smoked or inhaled a lot of incense. Her craven features gave me a lapse in snubbing her for some reason she gave off a vibe I distrusted

" yes what can I do for you?" smiling I turned and faced her statistics show that eye contact gives of some enzyme that gives off trust, I didn't want to frighten the poor women.

"Ah! So polite!" she squealed "now then, it's not what you could for me rather what I can do for you my dear-"her mojo was giving me a headache.

" um, alright what are you going to do for me?" it was a vain attempt to hold back my chuckles but considering her stern look I didn't do such a good job, ha stern look I'm probably older than this women by a good thirty forty years.

"I am dying you see and I have not barred any children my line will fade out." She paused to blow (disgustingly might I add) into her beaded auburn shawl hm. Crazy and a bad sense in fashion, kinda like Alice sane.

Still sniffling she pull out a bag (out of no where) and stuck her hand straight down you could her a suspicious thump, and a bark , I felt my smile tighten a bit my hand slowly slid down to my pager ready too 911 call the security (humongous bald ,black sunglass wearing veterans). Than she pulls out a stick, a stick, and it hit me she was a witch a fucking crazy propositioning witch …. Oh lord. Can I not stress that enough? I didn't know what to expect I mean the last witch meeting we had did not go so well. What I recall is us in Brazil -a request for the Volturi they wanted a peace agreement with the Brazilian Ministry for magical creatures rights or some other ludicrousness, I could care less for- it was 1965 and some senile asshole by the name of Albus whirled in during our meeting spouting some nonsense about greater good, fighting for our cause blah blah blah and all that jazz. Basically Eddie- boy lost his cool because the old fart wanted us to fight for him and than apparently burn us to the ground like inferi or whatever. The whole thing resulted in a tornado of spells burnt hair and a peace agreement no in void if you know what I mean. I stroked my hair and whimpered a little. No one and I mean no one was going to torch my hair.

"Who would torch your hair dear?" shit did I say that out loud?

"Why yes, yes you did" she gave a little chuckle and dragged me over to a shaded bench area

"Now I'm offering you a second chance at life, a life in which your biggest desire will be fulfilled." Sitting up straighter, I focused my full attention on her; 'my greatest desire what would she know about that' I mentally scoffed.

"No need to be a brat, I know quite a lot thank you." Well I thought it was mentally oh lord I'm turning into Emmett. The witch gave a delicate sniff her nose turned up right with distain and arrogance, honestly if all witches were this amusing I would have took up Rosemerta's offer to hang out… pity she liked Dumbly-Dort.

"Anyways, you will be given a new body or host I should say, one that in the wizarding world is dying well is actually dead now but I am preserving her shell for you if you will take up my offer."

"What exactly is your offer?" I asked there had to be a bigger catch than "oh I'm dying and I need you to go off in a whole new world and make sure my family line doesn't end" bull.

"You and you alone will save the wizarding world and-"

"Oh no!" I shouted and flung away from her like she was a open flame "I will not have a whole fucking world on my shoulders you can forget that even if-"

"And what of your wish, child hm?" she smugly rubbed in. My wish, I could see it me with a man who actually loved me and not a sixty year old fling. Surrounded by my children laughing as my husband flings my son around while my daughter is sitting on the porch braiding daisy's in her dolly's hair and me, sitting in a ratty rocking chair my hands caressing my swollen stomach. It- it was my wish, my haunting nightmare a persistent day dream of shattered hope and false dreams. Sagging my shoulders I let out one those huge sighs you know the one where your hair flies away with it

"Alright" I said scooting closer to her "I- I'll do it"

"Perfect."

A/N: hey guys I know its short but this is just a preview you know like should I keep this or stop because I'm a horrific writer '~' aha please review and tell me what you think