Disclaimer: (Sorry I forgot this last chapter) I don't own Twilight. :(

Chapter 2: Talk with the Gang

Bella's POV

The pain continued to burn through my body, but I could tell it was almost over. I was glad. The burning was agonizing to a point where I just wanted someone to kill me. My heart rate slowly lowered until it finally stopped.

"Damn, is it over yet?" someone said. I was a little disappointed. For some unknown reason, I was hoping it would be Edward there, but it wasn't. I mentally shook myself. I shouldn't be thinking about Edward; he doesn't want me. I don't need him.

Or do you? A voice inside my head asked. No, I definitely don't need Edward. He left and is never coming back. He doesn't love me anymore, and I don't love him.

It's bad to lie to yourself. What? I'm not lying. I'm hurt by what he did to me, but I'm over him. I'm going to start my life over and forget all about him and the Cullen family.

You're in denial. I am not in denial!

Yes, you are.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed to the voice in my head. I opened my eyes to find three vampires. One was Laurent, in gangster attire. That was a scary site. The one to his left, which I remembered as the one that attacked me, was on the short side. He had dark skin and short black hair. He gave off an intimidating feel. The one on Laurent's right was very tall. He, like the other, had dark skin and short black hair. He looked a lot stronger, though, which vaguely reminded me of Emmett. All three vampires were staring at me as if I was crazy, which I'm not. Denial!

"Bella, no one was talking," Laurent said slowly, as if I were five. "Anyway," he changed the subject. "This is Kyle," he pointed to the one who had bitten me. "And this is Johnny, our coven leader." I smiled at them, hoping to convince them I wasn't crazy. No such luck.

"I'm Isabella Swan, but you can call me Bella," I said as nicely as I could. I was startled by the sound of my new, bell-like voice.

Kyle and Johnny shared a look and Johnny mumbled, "Whatever," before they both left. Only Laurent and I were left in the room. Laurent looked worried for some reason. "They don't seem to like me," I said, talking about Johnny and Kyle.

Laurent seemed to ignore what I said. "Bella, where are the Cullens?" he asked. Oh, so that's why he was worried. He was afraid the Cullens were going to kill him and his friends for hurting me. I snorted at the idea. The Cullens left me; they don't care. I felt anger well up in me. I hated all the Cullens, even Alice and Esme, for leaving me. For betraying me.

I looked down and sighed sadly. "They left me," I said. It was one thing to know it, but to admit it out loud was another. Kyle burst in.

"They left the pet?" he said with a tone of surprise and anger. "You mean I coulda killed her without bein' burned by them? Damn!"

I gave him a sour look. "Sorry to disappoint you," I said sarcastically. He huffed and stormed out of the room. I turned back to Laurent, just remembering something.

"Charlie and Renee?" I asked. He knew what I meant.

"They think you're missing or dead. When you didn't arrive in Jacksonville, they contacted the police here in Chicago. When they learned that some of your blood was found in an alley, and you were nowhere to be found, they assumed you were dead. There are high crime rates here," he added, implying that he was the cause of said crime rates.

After a long silence, I wondered aloud, "What am I going to go know?"

"Ya ain't stayin' here," I heard Johnny call from the other side of the house. I didn't really want to stay here. These people don't seem too nice. But where could I go?

"You could always go find the Cullens and-" Laurent suggested but I cut him off.

"Hell no! I'm not going to go with them. For all they'll ever know, I'm dead," I said in a stubborn manor.

"Okay, then you can be a nomad," Laurent suggested. A nomad? I never considered it. It didn't sound like that bad of an idea. It might seem a little lonely, but I could always visit some other nomad in the area I'm in. And traveling the world does seem fun.

"I might try that."

"Well, you know all about vampires and the rules and such so I don't have to explain them. You should probably go hunt." That's when I realized my throat was burning. Then I thought, is it right of me to kill people? I am a vampire though. I shouldn't deny what I am. And besides, why would I want to be like the Cullens? Yeah, right!

I said my goodbyes, and started to leave the beat up apartment those pigs lived in. I noticed something in a broken mirror that made me stop and look.

The girl who I saw in the mirror was way too pretty to be myself. She was too flawless and beautiful to be me. Her skin was paler then mine once was. Her hair was darker and shinier then my hair was when I was human. She looked strong and perfect instead of weak and pathetic. Worst of it all, her eyes-my eyes- were blood red.

"Like your new look?" asked Laurent, who I didn't realize was behind me. I nodded. "Well sorry to interrupt you standing there, but Johnny said that he would be happier if you left. Sorry, once again." We exchanged goodbyes once more, and then I left for good.

On the outskirts of Chicago, in a random alley, I saw a human. I was having second thoughts on whether I should kill it or not. I was surprised that I hadn't killed it yet. From the stories I heard, I was supposed to be some crazed, unstoppable, killing machine or something. I thought of the Cullens. I don't want to be like them, right? That inspired me to lung at the human who was sitting in the middle of the alley, as if asking for something to come up and kill it.

I didn't stop there. I went on a little killing spree after that. Fifteen humans later, I was running away from the alley full of dead bodies, and into the forest. I couldn't believe what I had done. I killed all those innocent people to prove to myself that I'm different from the Cullens. All I proved was that I'm a killer and a monster. Damn, I'm starting to sound like Edward.

I wandered around the area for a while, looking for some random nomads to hang out with. I found my life as a bloodsucking monster becoming boring and lonely. Days passed, then weeks and months. Years. I found myself continuing to hold my grudge on those damn Cullens. They ruined my life. It was all their faults. I hated the Cullens.