DISCLAIMER: 80%+/- of the characters ain't mine!!!

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~70 years after "A different Vampire, A different Bella"~

21st October 2079.

I sighed sadly and canceled the date on the calender. "70 years," I sighed to myself. I picked up a framed picture of Bella I had found in her old home. The picture had turned yellow with age.

"70 years," Alice repeated, standing behind me.

"We never actually got to know her but Edward's taking it so hard. How pathetic," Rosalie thought.

I grunted at her. "Rosalie, you seem to have forgotten my abilities. I heard that."

Rosalie pursed her lips. "Edward, move on. When will you learn that she will never come back?"

"She will come back," I muttered stubbornly. "I will wait forever if I have to. I know she will come back."

"She didn't love you, Edward," Emmett said, suddenly taking my shoulder.

"How do you know that?"

"She lied to you Edward. She came here to kill us--"

"Because they thought we drank from humans! And they never killed us did they?!"

"There are loads of fish in the ocean, Ed. Maybe it's time you moved on. You can wait forever but you can't hold us back while you wait for a stranger."

"Who is this stranger of which you speak? The only strangers I see here are those living in this very house."

~15 years later~

Click click click

The annoying clicks of someone's high heels filled the abandoned alley. I watched as the mysterious figure stepped out of the shadows and into the diffused light of a broken, blinking bulb. She stopped.

Beautiful. Her bright blue eyes contrasted with her dark mahogany hair, her cute button nose, her long, slender legs. Beautiful indeed. What a waste.

My laugh filled the alley, echoing.

The girl's heart rate sped up.

Mmm... Tantalizing.

"Whose there?" the girl called out, clutching onto the buttons of her cashmere coat.

I ran behind her. "Nobody," I said in a husky voice.

The girl screamed and ran. I laughed. I love a good chase but she was human. Barely a challenge. In the blink of an eye, my teeth punctured her neck, her blood was flowing down my throat.

Like I said, barely a challenge. Oh, well. It's always nice to play with your food while it lasts.

Short. I know. But this is just a "summary" of what Edward was going thru ever since Bella left. Call it a sneak preview :DD later, the REAL story shall begin.