(A/N: I'm running this at the same time as my other story Time For Cake, which is a crossover between Stargate SG1 and Twilight, so it may take a couple of days between updates. I'll keep you posted!)
PROLOGUE
"What? You… you don't want me anymore?" I whispered, shocked at his words. His words - the words of the man who told me he loves me, the words of the man who had told me he wouldn't - couldn't - leave me. What a guise - the false declaration of love used to rip my heart to shreds that were destined to flutter alone in the wind. I couldn't take it in. "The party, it was nothing, Edward! Nothing!" I cried, hoping with my all of my already broken heart this was some kind of sick joke. It wasn't.
"Nothing… compared to what could have happened," he replied.
"Edward, it's not funny anymore! I'm serious!"
"As am I," Edward said. My head couldn't stop spinning. Misery crept through me easily as water creeps down my throat. How can I stop him?
"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME, NOT HERE!" I shouted suddenly, unable to stop myself. He was obviously shocked at my reaction.
"I… have to," he declared, before wandering off, and leaving me alone… alone… alone.
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(_) (_) dancing bunny rabbit to cheer us all up because Edward left.
I woke up on the old, brown leather couch in Charlie's living room. Towering over me was a tall, muscular boy, whose name - I discovered later - was Sam Uley. That's a name and a half, Uley. Apparently he had been hiking in the woods and found me passed out. I didn't seem to have dealt with the… break-up… very well at all. Interrupting my thought stream were Charlie's persistent questions, and after I had explained the full story, I decided I needed to clear my head, have some "alone" time. So, I sat on the hood of my truck and cried. Cried until no more tears came, and still continued, grieving alone in the dusk.
The strange thing was, though, that as well as sorrow, an unexplained emotion seemed to be overwhelming me, like a fire waiting to be ignited. I ran through emotions in my head, not one matching up until I found anger. Anger - anger at Edward for leaving me (specifically alone in the woods), anger at myself for feeling such regret, as if it were my fault. For once I couldn't argue with it - this was NOT my fault. Accompanying it closely, I could feel, was a longing for revenge. How could this thirst - I laughed aloud at the irony - be quenched?
Possibilities danced in and out of my head until I formulated my plan. When Edward had shown me around his house, he had mentioned the Volturi, the powerful "Royal family" of the vampire world. I remembered vaguely what he had said, something like: "You don't anger the Volturi if you want to live." Well, maybe they would change me. Edward had refused to (I could see why now), so if I went to the Volturi and asked to become one of them maybe it would cause him the amount of pain he caused me when I tortured him for all eternity. I felt almost sadistic as I thought through the plan, evaluating and re-evaluating. He had said they lived in a city called Volterra which existed in Italy. (A/N: I can't remember if he told Bella this in Twilight, but I think he did. Even if he didn't, please don't flame me for it!)
No time to waste then. Airport, here I come.