Guess who's back! Me silly!

But not with a sequel ._. The computer I have now is sort of a temporary deal so I can't use it to write as much as I'd need to a sequel to Believe just yet. I've decided to sate you all with a less time consuming but what I hope is still intriguing and dark story of revenge. And here is how I shall begin 3

"I'll go."

Alice seemed to sag in apparent relief. She hadn't expected it to be that easy. Frankly she hadn't expected her to be alive which was half the trip in itself. After what she had seen Edward do to her though, she could have almost understood. But she was happy she was alive. Bella deserved to live, that was why Edward had ended it.

On her way back to Forks she had thought about a lot of things though. The way the two of them belonged together. How Bella shouldn't have resorted to suicide. How Edward shouldn't follow the same path. What she would do if Bella was alive and it had all been some sorry mistake. She had thought a lot. And she hated every second of it.

Because it meant she hadn't known.

Alice hadn't had a vision of Bella since the family left. Every time they searched it had been a giant black abyss of nothing. No hint, no clue of what Bella was up to. And then the one vision that comes through, the one sight she gets of her sister in all but blood, is her jumping off of a cliff.

The despair that had overwhelmed her then was enough to make anyone shudder; vampire or no. She remembered Jasper's cries as she slammed him with wave after wave of grief, unable to control herself. Crazed with her vision as she was, she had made the mistake of calling Rosalie, who had immediately, and ever so spitefully, called to tell Edward the news none so delicately.

But now she was here, Bella was alive, and they still had time to save Edward. Bella took in the sight of the sister that had abandoned her and returned so easily for the life of her brother. Something twisted sickly in her gut and she made a face, chewing on her bottom lip in disgust. All of this was so utterly ridiculous she couldn't wait to rid the world of the entire scum kingdom.

Alice's arms wrapped blindly around her lost sister, tight but not yet crushing her completely. Against the stone that was vampire flesh, Alice did not feel the minute shift of Bella's body, the sudden stiffening of limbs as she froze in place; not pushing her away nor returning the embrace.

What Alice did notice was the stench rolling off of Bella not quite so obscured by saltwater given her impromptu experiment cliff-diving in her new indestructible body. She smelt of wet fur and dog, reeked of blood and something burned beyond actual recognition. Up so close and beyond her excitement, Alice couldn't help but notice the stink and wrinkled her nose, releasing her grip on Bella as she stepped back, examining her friend.

She realized suddenly that since she had arrived Bella had not so much as blinked in surprise. In fact she seemed to be taking everything rather well, almost eerily so. Topaz orbs searched placid brown ones for their secrets but Alice would find herself staring at wall rather than through a window with a soul long buried now.

Inside Bella slept peacefully, undisturbed by this latest news of Edward's doings, peaceful at last and wrapped securely in a dream of her own making. A dream so vivid and real to her that there was no way she would wake up of her own accord.

Abandoned by her lover and those she thought to be family Bella had retreated inside of herself. A new personality had emerged in place of the broken spirit, gently coaxing Bella further away with tantalizing images of what almost was. Her wishes had given birth to the spirit that now inhabited her body- a wish to be stronger, to forget the pain, and forget the love. Heart and soul buried, control was practically handed over on a silver platter.

Bella had slipped only a small handful of times in times of greatest despair but her new occupant had learned to tie her down firmly and encase her in the best of memories. Today had been the final step, a nudge off the cliff and the body was hers to do with as she pleased.

People believed vampires didn't have souls, but this particular soul would beg to differ. But maybe she wasn't a soul. She no longer resembled the person she once had been. Not just in body, but in mind. In truth, she was the remnants of a powerful curse left long ago, a grudge so potent as to traverse the limitations of time itself until it could find itself a host for its slowly burning rage.

Happiness was of no use and so she cast it aside along with the human's heart and youthful naiveté both she and her host had shared. Bella's despair had called to her as a flame calls to the moth. So tempting and beautiful, impossible to resist even in the face of certain death. And it had killed one of them.

Isabella Swan no longer walked among the living to be honest.

And as Bella's lips curled up into what she hoped was her most enterprising smile, Alice felt something stir inside of her that she hadn't felt since becoming a vampire.

Fear. Ice cold and laced with venom it stiffened her spine and stabbed through her chest with such a surprising intensity she nearly bent in half with the pain of it. Bella's smile was no reassurance as it radiated predatory intent and Alice wondered if maybe, just maybe she had been wrong for once. This wasn't the Bella she remembered. But she wanted to believe that it was only the time they had been apart. The break-up had been hard on her, that much was obvious. People coped differently. Now that they were all going to be together again though, she would get to know Bella and she would let down her guards.

It was beyond Alice to imagine something much more sinister had happened. No one could fathom the damage that was to be inflicted on the vampire capital with her imminent arrival.

She would see the complete and utter destruction of the Volturi Empire at her hands. She would watch her brother squirm under the heel of her boot as she crushed him into oblivion. Alice found her unrecognizable as the Bella she had once known, but that was not all. Sister in all but blood, Alice meant nothing in the truest familial terms.

But her brother by blood long turned to dust, who had then turned her into a vampire to join the new family he was building, would not recognize her either. No one would, not when she hardly recognized herself. Not when the rage was an all consuming fire that burned through every fiber of her soul. Not when the need for revenge had twisted her very reason for existence until it warped the entirety of her being and carried her through centuries of slowly simmering hate that had led her to take control of this body.

The time was nearly upon her now and Aro would feel the wrath of the little sister he had murdered in cold bold for the sake of his kingdom.

Because Didyme Felicia Petronella Volturi was back.

I sort of came up with my own name for Didyme and this is what I found. Felicia means happy because that was her power and Petronella means little stone which will come into play later. I hope you enjoyed it ;3