Ugh. I hate, and in this story will be things that I hate, mixed in with a couple of things that keep me from going sane. So, for my benefit, and for your horror, here you are.
Chapter1:
Bella's Point Of View
I was desperate. Seriously, my tears were streaming down my face, with a disgusting add in – mucus. With all of these fluids streaming, I realized that the life I was living was HORRIBLE. My boyfriend, the world's most beautiful thing that God had ever created, had left me. And I had never felt so alone.
Especially because I had a secret that I was not able to tell him once he had left:
I was pregnant.
His child, born of my womb, would grow up without a father. This was the worst thing of all. I could never forget him looking at me, that day in the woods:
"I don't want you, Bella."
My child would have no father who LOVED him. Or who LOVED his mother. Not, of course, that I knew that my child would be a "him", it was too early in the pregnancy for that.
But, as I had always thought, this was a HORRIBLE thing. Perhaps I should just give the child away. That would probably be for the best; he (I had decided to call him something other than "it", forgive me if you hate it, please) would not have to grow up knowing how hated he actually was. He would grow up with parents who wanted him; what sort of people who do not want a kid go to an adoption agency? None, obviously.
So, for the next three months, I went to the doctor's, the adoption agency, and ate a lot of vanilla ice-cream.
Edward's Point of View
I was in Denali visiting Tanya's coven, sulking. It had been three months since I had left, and I missed my Bella more than life itself, not that I could remember what life was like, being a member of the undead.
I had not left my room for a long time, but today the family was insistent about leaving for a bit. Something about an extended trip to Europe. But, my eyes could not see what was going on around me, being that they were full of tears, from thinking about my precious Bella.
Two Weeks Later –
We were spending a wonderful time in Italy and I was still sulking, but now it was only to see how long I could keep this up. Seriously, there was such majesty about the place that made me forget totally about Bella, and now, away from the situation, I realized that my own self did not need her to keep me alive. There were other things that I could live for, one of them being beautiful girls.
If you have ever been to Europe, you know how many beautiful girls are there. With their bright eyes, their graceful figures, their skinny selves, and their swaying butts, they struck a cord in me.
I looked them over, knowing that I could get any one of them to do anything for me, the handsome, majestic being with golden eyes.
I chose a beautiful blonde, her –ahem- chest being quite suitable for my desires. She would be perfect for today. I walked over to her, and charmed her out of her wits before she even noticed that I was there.
So cute, her thoughts were saying. Thank God. Mother will be so proud of me.
I wanted to laugh. Yeah, right, mummy will be so proud. If only she knew.
One Week Later –
I had truly found my soul. This time, it was true love. Another vampire, and her beauty was strong enough to knock me off of my feet. In comparison, Bella looked like a cow. Not that she didn't already, seriously, how could I have ever thought that that HUMAN was meant for me?! Ugh.
Her name was Agnes, her figure was AMAZING, her hair a captivating red-blonde, and her eyes were a smoking scarlet. I loved her more than life itself.
Alice's Point of View
Sure, Italy was the MOST amazingly FASHIONABLE place EVER, but, why did everyone have to be so much taller than me?! I wanted to be fashionable too, but, no chance of that if fashionable had to come with long legs.
And Rosalie was having the TIME OF HER LIFE, well, as much life as she could have, being dead and all. She was the embodiment of European beauty. Emmett was having a hard time to keep from killing all of the people looking at her, let alone asking her out and stuff. European men were … odd, to say the least. They asked questions to the point, example: "Will you sleep with me?" and don't seem to even care about their straightforwardness.
Oh well.
I wonder what Bella is doing, and wonder at the same time if I am the only one of us that even think of her anymore. I am pretty sure that Edward is up in his room with Agnes, again.