I do not own the rights to Twilight...

K, kinda long but it's a great jumping off point for the story of Edward and his revenge..

Chapter 1

Living

The East coast had never been one of my preferred parts of the country. It always held a sort of annoyance when it came to, well, just about everything. I wasn't particularly fond of the people either. Not at all as kind hearted and polite as the humans on the West Coast, not like in Washington.

I hadn't stayed in the same place for more than a week for over a year. I was searching, traveling.

I refused to deem myself a nomad, a wanderer. But probably to anyone else that is what I would be considered. I was still a "vegetarian" so I had to stay where the menu suited my needs but I never became a savage. I stayed in motels, kept up my clothes and hygiene. I would never allow myself to turn into the monster that my kind could be. I wasn't "raised" that way.

I hadn't been back to Forks in 8 months because I found myself making my family as well as myself miserable with every single second that I was around them. They, too, were exceedingly distraught when I returned from….Italy, and didn't know how to talk to me, even look at me from time to time. Seeing me reminded them of her, of us. I felt more of a burden then anything to have them constantly walking around me like I was a snake about to strike. There were times when I wouldn't leave my room, let alone the leather couch. They couldn't bare the pain that I had caused them, and I couldn't allow myself to be the root of their misery any longer.

My car, the Volvo, was the only thing that I took with me the night that I left. I wouldn't need anything else. I lived on as little as possible only buying gas and an occasional outfit when hunting became, untidy.

I rarely traveled during the day anymore even if the sun wasn't showing. I closed the curtains and stayed in which every run down room I was occupying that week.

Days weren't so bad, I could tolerate them.

The night was my nemesis, my own personal hell.

So when I traveled, I traveled at night. I had to move, whether I was running, hunting, driving, it didn't matter, I had to keep busy. I had to keep my mind empty in order to not think about the pain, the torment.

Most nights, I was plotting my revenge, exacting how I would track down each one of the Volturi, and kill them.

My plan, albeit, lacking certain detail, was becoming all I concentrated on. It clouded my thoughts during my evenings so that I would be pre-occupied with detail of my revenge rather than morning the loss of my entire world. How I engulfed myself in the beauty of murdering every single one of them with my bare hands. Ripping them apart, hearing them beg and plead for me not to do to them what they did to, her.

I couldn't even think her name anymore. The suffering would incapacitate me to the point of utter and complete paralysis.

I didn't allow myself to think of her face, her eyes, her laugh or voice.

It had all been too much to fathom. She was gone and was never coming back.

With that reality, I was a shell.

No more feeling, no more compassion, it was as if they threw me into the fire with her. No, that would have been better, because I would have died with her and not have to live without her.

The emptiness I felt would carry me through to complete my plan. It would push me to finish the job I'd been left here to do. Once my assignations were complete, I would gladly join her that same hour, that same minute my goal had been met.

My time in this life was limited, just enough time to destroy my enemies and free myself from this eternal hell I'd been prisoner to. If my soul was doomed to damnation, I would rush to it with open arms. Happily letting it consume me with whatever came, because, it would be where she was, everything else would be inconsequential.

After the events that took place a little more than a year ago, most of the Volturi had decided it'd be best to flee the city that they had been maintaining for more than three thousand years, if, in fact, I would keep my vow of killing them all. Aro, Caius and Marcus all continued to reside in Italy. Caius and Marcus scoffed at the idea of me getting anywhere near them without knowing. Caius especially didn't believe me to be any kind of threat against ancient vampires that existed for millenniums, they had heard these types of threats before so why would I be any different.

Aro, unfortunately, wasn't as confident. He had seen and experienced my feelings for my wife and understood that I would probably mentally snap if anything had happened to her.

I secretly had wished they all would not have taken me as seriously so that I may kill all of them in one place, at one time. But like everything else, this would be more difficult and time consuming then I'd like.

The brothers had ruled and watched over vampires all over the world to make sure that nothing ever got out of hand. If the need came to their attention, the Volturi would go and "handle" the situation. Whether with death or just the mere mention of their impending visit would solve the problem and they could go back to ruling from their European hideaway.

My family and I had witnessed their visits first hand: Once, when we killed Victoria and her self-created newborn vampires and the other when they had come to destroy us personally. Both times they had been particularly interested in our coven. Aro never stopped believing that my sister, Alice, and I would become fantastic additions to their family. My mind reading abilities and Alice's clairvoyance would make the Volturi stronger and more powerful to rule the other, lesser vampires.

But never had they planned to kidnap Alice or myself to accomplish this task. Never did they use one of us to blackmail the other into joining their ancient group. They didn't with Alice or me, but they did with her. Never did I imagine they would dangle my love in front of me like a toy for a dog.

Join or she dies.

Because of this, I would take no mercy out on them. I would neither hear their pleas nor consider their demise. I would make it so, just so they could know the fraction of the hell they have laid upon my un-beating heart. Even then, they couldn't possibly comprehend how agonizing my life had become.

As far as I was aware, Alec and Jane had left Volterra shortly after leaving me at LaGuardia Airport. They believed I would come looking for my revenge and decided it best if they kept their distance from the castle in Italy. Although they rarely left each other's side, they knew that they were better protected apart then together. Jane, when not crippling me with her mind, was thinking about her escape from Volterra and how to convince her brother to do the same.

Alec's loyalty to the Volturi was always very strong. He looked at the brothers as father figures he never had, convincing him to leave his immortal fathers would be difficult, if not impossible. However, Jane knew that her brother would only need a few, "for me's" to motivate him to leave.

Jane, on the other hand, was far too power hungry for sentimental jargon about the elders. She wanted to rule the Volturi on her own. To impress was not her plan, she would use the Volturi to teach her how to dismantle them so that she could be queen and regulate her own death and destruction on our kind. She inaudibly wanted me to succeed so that she may step in and claim her self-made throne.

Felix and the other guards followed their lead believing my more psychotic then anything and traveled to other European cities to set up a sort of perimeter to watch out for my arrival. The only contact they maintained with each other was if and only if, I were to be seen near any of them. Little did they know that my concern was only to kill Felix. The rest I would leave to mourn him.

I was unaware of Demitri's whereabouts at this point. Because of his expert tracking abilities, wasn't all together convinced that maybe he wasn't trying to find me on the elder's orders so that they could all come back together in Volterra. It probably made Aro especially nervous with his lethal group spread throughout the world and away from his side, just in case I wasn't as crazy as they deemed me to be.

I had got as much information as I could, reluctantly, out of Carlisle back in Forks before I left. He had given me a name of another tracker that mostly stayed on this side of the country when Alice had a vision of Alec and Jane moving away from the Volturri in Italy. She said because they were aware of Alice's gift, they constantly changed their minds when it came to decisions. Never staying in the same place for more than a few weeks, making it impossible for her to really know where they were and what they were doing. After that piece of information was given, Alice said that all other visions she would not allow me to know. Even if it were to avenge my wife's death, she would not let me use her to kill other vampires. She didn't want the Volturi to come back to Forks for the rest of the family, she felt the need to protect those that didn't want to commit suicide. Although, I was deeply hurt about my sister's decision, I couldn't do anything but understand.

And so now, I waited in the motel room that I was using was in a small rural town in New York. I had been here for four days and couldn't care enough to remember the name of the motel, let alone the town.

I sat on the bed with the mute brown and orange comforter that I was secretly glad I didn't have to sleep beneath.

I waited for the tracker to contact me about my first kill, about my first target; Alec.

***There are so many questions here that need answers, I realize, but the whole story will slowly develop, it's still to raw for Edward to detail all the specifics just yet, but don't worry he will.

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