Sorry everyone forgot the disclaimer on the prologue: I do not own Twilight, that right belongs to Stephenie Meyer… so yeah…

BPOV

As my song curled its way through the air, I felt the presence of many men around me, searching for a now forever lost person. There was one man among them who stood out, whose aura spoke of the unforgivable sin he had committed.

I silenced my song before recollecting myself and sending all of its seductive notes to the insatiable man. As I waited for him to make his way to me, I busied myself with fixing my appearance. Although it did not matter in the grand scheme of things, I wanted to look presentable; after all I was the last thing this man would ever see. Just as I threw my head back and laughed, I heard the snapping of a twig behind me.

I turned to the sound and found myself face to face with my first victim. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. His large frame towered over me, his dark skin glistened with rain and his face was one of pure peace and… lust.

Inwardly I scowled; of course he would lust after me, what man in this world doesn't think with the wrong head.

"My dear man, are you lost?" My voice twisted through the air and caressed him with gentle love.

"I… I don't know. I'm not entirely sure why I'm here, but I have to say that I'm glad I am cause otherwise I would never have met you," the man beamed happily, so easily pleased. "If I may say so, you are the most exquisite woman I have ever laid eyes on."

"Why thank you, may I ask you of your name, sir?" I tilted my head back, elongated my neck and rolled my shoulders back. I watched as his gaze slid down the curve of my neck and rested, blatantly, on my chest.

"Of course, my name is," he paused and licked his lips hungrily, "Sam. Sam Uley."

"Well Sam, it's a pleasure to meet you," I took a step towards him, slowly, gently rocking my hips as I went. His eyes bugged out of his head slightly, he was obviously entranced by my movements.

"I think that it's a more of a pleasure for me then it is for you…" he trailed off still staring as I worked my way closer to him, "What is your name?"

"I don't tell people my name," I snapped slightly having a slight temper especially around men, "My name is sacred and you would have to be pretty special to have the honor of knowing it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you in any way, please forgive me." Taking a deep breath I softened my face, with great effort and allowed myself to become calm once again.

"Of course," I replied slowly, "Under one condition…"

"What is it? I'll do anything, I swear." He rushed forward, knocking clumsily into the trees around him.

"Tell me your deepest, darkest secret," I grinned evilly. There was no doubt in my mind that this man had destroyed some poor, defenseless woman's heart and I wanted to know why. Sam Uley hesitated slightly so I walked forward and put my hand on his arm, "Please?"

A shiver ran down his spine and I grinned at my easy control over him. Men are manipulated so easily, honestly my job is like taking candy from a baby.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone… It's… well it's pretty bad. And please don't look at me differently. I know I deserve your hate and bitterness, but I couldn't stand it if you… you…"

"Nothing could be that bad, Sam. I promise that no matter what your secret is I won't hate you any more than I do now." I smiled sweetly. If only he knew how much I hated him now…

"Thank you, but you might want to sit down for this… will you sit with me?" I frowned slightly. The pouring rain had caused the ground to become almost pure mud. Noticing my reluctance Sam took his shirt off and laid it down on the ground for me.

I took a second to take in his rippling muscles before seating myself.

You shouldn't let him take off his shirt for you; he's going to get sick from the cold. Bella Swan's voice rang for the first time, perfectly clear. Slightly annoyed I had to remind myself that she would grow weaker as time went on, until finally she would disappear altogether.

TELL HIM TO PUT HIS SHIRT BACK ON. You shouldn't accept that, it's completely unnecessary. I mean you're already caked with mud.

I mentally rolled my eyes, shut up already Isabella. I thought back at the annoying girl. Quickly I sat down on the shirt and beamed up at Sam.

"Now what is so terrible that I had to sit down to hear it? I'm sure it's not as bad as you say it is…" I trailed off, knowing full well the amount of pain he had caused. I could feel all of the pain he had caused women over the years. And yes I meant it to be plural because no woman could stand that amount of pain on her own without dying…

Or becoming like you. Bella thought at me.

You mean us, dear girl. You are a part of me just as I was a part of you. Now be quiet so I can have a conversation with this man.

"Well, you see it all started some years ago when a group of vampires came to Forks. They conceal their nature by living as a family, going by the name of Cullen. Now you see I belong to a Native American tribe called the Quileute's. Now my tribe has an ancient legend that our men can transform into wolves to protect our people against vampires. So, when the Cullen's came to Forks and the transformation began. I am a werewolf, my beauty. I am made to defend my people against vampires." I stared at him speechless. This was definitely not what I was expecting to hear from him. I thought for a second, trying to figure out how to get the story of him conquests out of him while ignoring the searing pain that engulfed my heart when Sam mentioned the Cullen's.

"Can you show me?" I asked figuring I should start out simple and work from there.

"NO!" Shocked by his immediate response I jumped slightly away from him. "I mean," He said quietly, "I can't become a wolf in front of you because I don't always have complete control and I don't want to hurt you."

"Is the reason you are so edgy about showing me because you hurt someone else?" My heart pounded loudly in my ears as I awaited his response. He bowed his head slightly and inside I let out a victory cheer; I was on my way to learning about his treachery.

"Yes, it is. I—I well I kind of, accidently of course, attacked my fiancée once when I lost control. I deformed half of her body. By accident I swear." He pleaded with me endlessly, repeating over and over "please believe me."

My expression ran cold as I realized just how much pain this excuse for a man had put his fiancée through. The woman he was supposed to love and cherish. I growled inwardly and decided the man's fate. He was despicable and he would die, not just be tortured or deformed. He would die at my hands.

I steeled myself for the next step and smiled gently at the piece of trash in front of me. "Oh, my, you've been through a lot of pain haven't you?" Leaning forward I pulled the man into my embrace and once again let my song fill the air like a lullaby.

"You have such a gorgeous voice, it's like I could fall in love just to that voice alone." I smirked in my head, that's the point, douche bag.

"Shh, come here love." I pulled his face up from my shoulder and leaned in for the fatal kiss. Smiling darkly as I did so.

NOOOOOO! Bella screamed in my head, breaking my concentration and making my song fall flat.

"Wait no I can't do this, I'm sorry. You have no idea how much I wish I could kiss you, but I'm engaged and very much in love. I'm sorry; I don't mean to hurt you." He looked in my eyes sadly before turning and disappearing into the woods. I growled angrily at Bella's stupid mistake.

How dare you distract me girl? I was completing a job for all of womankind. You of all people should know that men must be stopped.

Not by murder and I refuse to let you kill that man. He didn't mean to hurt his fiancée, he simply lost control. He doesn't deserve to die.

You don't decide that, I do. It's my destiny and I will fulfill it and if you continue to get in the way when you willingly gave up this body to me I will find a way to destroy your soul forever.

While I am living, you will not kill a single person. Even if he does deserve it. I will not let you turn me into a murderer.

Then, I will just have to find a way to get rid of you. I'm thinking the answer lies in your past, what do you think? I asked her bitterly. I didn't want to kill Bella, she was a part of me, but I had to do what was necessary to fulfill my destiny.

Closing my eyes, I quickly searched her memory for some person or thing that may help me to abolish this idiot girl from my head.

After a few minutes my eyes popped open with the answer. The Volturi! Of course! They live in Italy and surely with all of their power they will be able to help me with a little persuasion.

I smiled smugly and said to my companion, your days are numbered my dear Isabella, I hope you change your mind.

Never.

Well then, we're off to Italy.

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