A/N: Hello Readers. This idea just popped into my head, and i do mean JUST. I was sitting here, watching Big Brother After Dark and BAM! I get this idea. So read, and i hope you'll like it.

This story takes place after Edward Leaves in New Moon. Bella is alone, and this occurs just before she gets back together, but it sort of fast forwards into the future becuase that's where the story takes place.
Bella is finally as close to happy as she can be, with someone she adores completely, but he may not be such a good person after all. He shows Bella The Wrongs of life, taking advantage of her Naive state, and WHen an old friend from the past stops by, chaos ensues.

Enjoy (:

Disclaimer: Only own the plot.


I don't want to be...going through the motions,
loosing all my drive
I can't even see, if this is really me
and I just want to be....
Alive!

- Buffy Summers

Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All any of us can want is more time. Time to stand up. Time to grow up. Time to let go. Time. But even time couldn't erase the memories.

And I could never forget my past, no matter how hard I tried.

Every time a thought would enter my brain, I'd take a hold of it, stuffing it into a tiny box, and hide it away. But that box always had an uncanny way of unleashing all the fears I'd tried so long to keep hidden.

And in the end, I'd have no one to blame but myself.

Funny how the world works, huh? Kind of ironic, if you think about it.

Edward leaves, the essence of my being, my one true love abandons me. He didn't love me anymore, I knew that all too well, his final words echoing continuously throughout my brain, but he also had other incentives.

He left, not wanting to endanger me any longer. His presence was keeping me from living my life, keeping me from being human. In his eyes, he was slowly killing me. And when in it all comes down to it, maybe he was right.

My vampire savior was gone, the only family I could truly call my own vanished along with him, leaving me a vulnerable, pathetic, target. A target for an equally tragic fate Edward had so anticlimactically left to protect me from.

But, even now, I can't hate him for the decision he made.

Because, the moment he left, he took away everything I had called me. He took my hopes, my dreams, my fears, and lastly, my heart. With him gone, I was an empty shell, going through the motions for everyone else. Never for me.

And of course I knew what I was doing, fully aware of the Zombie I was. Nothing ever seemed to penetrate my heart anymore. I had always been brave, and kind of righteous, but as soon as he had gone, that front dissolved quickly. I was susceptible to almost everything. But the one thing I had unwillingly let come, was the one thing that saved me all along.

Spring had come quickly in Forks, oh so quickly. Time wasn't a concept I had the best grasp on at that time, but when it came, it brought with it a whole new round of evil. And I'm not talking about the good kind.

It hung in the air, low and thick, like fog hovering eerily above a lake in early morning. It was a suffocating dread, clinging onto everything in its path. I'll never forget that morning.

Funny how trying to fight the inevitable was such a waste of time.

It was a Tuesday, or a Wednesday, I don't remember the particulars. It was the events that stood out in my mind. It was the events that shaped my future.

Either way, it was raining, which was the only thing it seemed to do after Edward left. The Skies opened up and rained down the tears I was too exhausted to shed. They came down hard and fast, never letting up. And hat particular day, my truck had wheezed its last breath, leaving me with my only two legs as transportation.

I was so close to the school, the soft chattering of students had met my ears when a pair of stone cold arms pulled me into the dark foreboding woods. The arms grabbed onto me tightly as we flew through the green leaves and wooden trunks. Everything was happening so fast, I hadn't found the time to scream. I didn't even know if I wanted to.

After only a few seconds, the blurred greens became real objects, taking their true forms as leaves and moss. The cold hands still had a bruising grip on my arms as I was placed onto the soft ground of the forest floor. And for the first time, I looked into the eyes of my captor.

The first thing I noticed, the one trait that I knew meant evil, were his piercing, blood red eyes. They sated down at me with sadistic amusement. The next thing I noticed was his pale white pallor, though I already knew full well what he was.

And although I knew I should be afraid, I knew I should scream for help, for anything, I didn't. I didn't because I didn't want any help.

Hidden from the storm clouds full of rain, the little precipitation that fell on him made him glisten, his shaggy blonde hair hanging half hazardly in his face. His lips were curved into a smirk, and that smirk was more inviting than it was frightening. Everything about him was beautiful, even his black t-shirt and worn down jeans that clung to his soaking body made me weak at the knees.

" Why aren't you screaming?" He purred softly, his voice full of humor and curiosity.

" Because I'm not afraid." I whispered, staring into his eyes intently. And I knew this was my fate, this was my end, and I was ready to meet it.

" Well," He began, lightly grabbing a stray piece of hair and curling it behind my ear. " You should be."

And with that, he leaned in, tracing my neck delicately with him tongue before he bit down hard. At first, it felt blissful, but the glamour soon faded as the fire took over.

It started off dull as first, but it increased with time. The fire radiated from my neck, up to my head, through my arms, even to the tips of my toes. I screamed in pain as I felt the same cold arms pick me up and whisk me away, but I wasn't concentrating on him, I wasn't concentrating on anything but the pain. The pain that was killing me.

It seemed like years before the burning sensation wore off, but soon, I was left with a coldness that stretched throughout my entire being, a coldness that reached far into my heart.

I was lying on a bed, covered with a blanket, and someone was sitting at my side, holding onto my hand. That was when I opened my eyes, bombarded with emotions I had never once felt before.

A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through me like an electric current, turning me against my will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that I felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.

There was a snicker at my side, and I turned my body onto my side to see the handsome figure of my creator staring down at me, lust filling his eyes.

" You're awake, babe."

Who knew I was the masochist?


I Hope you all enjoyed reading that. And reviews would be greatly appreciated. I don't know if im going to continue, so reviews will fuel me to continue.
So review.

Adieu.
TheJoker'sGotMyHeart