Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fanfiction.
Bella's POV
"He's gone…He's gone…"
The words kept leaving my mouth, but I wasn't really aware of it. I just curled into a ball on the ground, not even aware of anything.
Somewhere in my heart, I knew this day was coming. I could tell from what he had said to me in the hospital after James nearly killed me. I just refused to believe it. I refused to believe that my love would fall out of love with me. And now my life was over…
I didn't know how literal that thought was…
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flaming-red blotch moving closer to me. A hand snatched me by my arm and dragged me to my feet. And there she was, standing a mere two feet in front of me.
Victoria had come to finish me off.
If only that had been true.
She smirked evilly and tackled me to the ground.
And then all I knew was fire, the same that had burned me that day in Phoenix.
This is not your typical Bella is pissed because Edward left fic, it's completely different. What do you think so far? This is the first twilight story I've ever done, and the first fanfiction I've written in a few years. Please review!