A/N (x2):

I do not own Twilight, or any recognizable characters, products, etc. I do own the plot of this story. Do not copy it. Translations are not permitted without my direct, written approval.

Tima83 betas this story, and is the BEST BETA in all the world for taking on yet another of my stories.

-M.

This story is my take on New Moon from the point of Edward's exit. This is being REWRITTEN. There will be no set schedule for posting. I am currently working on re-editing this story and writing a sequel for another story. So posts will happen as they do.

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So come along and enjoy this AU adventure with me!

-M.

Prologue

I am a dark figure, in an equally dark world. Carefully constructed that way through decades of fine tuning. It's a need for self preservation that I hide my emotions from anybody but myself. And even then I hide them from myself. They are nothing but an annoyance. I may have extremely sharp and sensitive senses, but to me, everyday is dark.

I am a cold, heartless being. Decades of vengeance stole that last shred of a soul that I took into this life. But I craved a different vengeance. I thirsted for more than what I could give by punishing those who broke the laws of our kind, flaunting our abilities. It's the only time I allow myself to feel. All consuming anger, directed towards the law breaker, but they aren't who I'm angry at. No, they were just a momentary release.

I have become a vindictive bitch who rarely feels anything. When I do, it's unbearable to the point that functioning is nearly impossible. Sometimes I can't even breathe. I can't show weakness, so nobody ever knows about these breakdowns because they are always behind closed doors. To show weakness would be death.

I can't afford that.

Somewhere he is out there. They are out there. Living as if I had never made a blip on their immortal radars. And it was this reason, because they'd made me love them, that I sought to achieve revenge.

I had spent many months after that horrible fucking day existing, but never living when one day I'd decided I'd had enough. An epiphany of sorts. What would be the biggest slap in the face to someone who didn't want you? How could I make him see he wasn't so superior?

This line of thought led me where I am today.

I was naïve to promise him to do nothing reckless. He had promised it would be as if he never existed, but the promise was broken as soon as it was made. How I didn't see it till months later is beyond my comprehension.

It could never be as if he'd never existed because I was changed. Once he and his family had entered into my life I was irrevocably changed. Never to be the same again. I would forever be his, and forever broken.

I thought long and hard about what I wanted to do. Agonizing over everything I knew about them and everything to do with their kind. It took a while to remember all the stories, to do the research. I learned from the internet about tribal tales from all around the world. They held the most truth.

After months of research I finally recalled a story I had been told by them, and just knew what I had to do.

Finally, after two long years of agonizing pain, darkness, and relentless research I set out to my new destination. With a brief good-bye note to Charlie I left everything behind without a backward glance. It wasn't like I had anything left for me there anyways. He would be better off without me.

I brought with me nothing more than a few changes of clothes, my iPod, my small and measly savings and passport all packed into a backpack. I was bound for Italy.

The brief time it took to arrive in Italy was the most I had ever spent in one time thinking about all the good, all the happy times before I had essentially died on that fucking forest floor.

I had dreamt about what I was heading towards so many times. Except not under the circumstances I was under. I was stupid to think I could ever have a fairytale ending.

After arriving in Italy - specifically Volterra - I asked for what he wouldn't give me. I was denied at first, but their minds were changed when Aro touched my hand and found his ability did not work on me, nor that of Jane or Alec.

A smug, vindictive smile overcame me, and days later I awoke to my new life as a member of the Volturi Elite. I climbed the ranks quickly, ever hiding my emotions from those around me. Especially from Aro, Caius and Marcus.

I was born as Isabella Marie Swan. Most known as Bella, but now known as Isa Volturi. I seek vengeance, and I will dish out what is deserved to those who deserve it. And nobody will stop me. Especially someone of my power.

This is my vengeance in the ruins.

A/N: Has she got you interested?

-M.