Disclaimer:

Me: I own it.

Jasper: No you don't. Stephanie Meyer does.

Me: but if I wrote Twilight, I would have made you the main guy.

Jasper:…. What else?

Me: I'd make Alice a non-Shopoholic!

Jasper: *Sequels* OMG! Dream come true! You own Twilight. Bow to Tegan! *Bows*

Emmett: This isn't going to end well with Stephanie…

Stephanie Meyer: Jasper, Tegan! Both of you tell the truth right now or I'll beat you both up!

Emmett: ohhh, scary.

Stephanie: *Death glare*

Emmett: EPP!

Jasper & Tegan: We don't own Twilight… *sighs* dreams shattered

Cookiemonsteryum--- Yes, the ending will indeed be good. I hate sad endings. I wont tell you how it ends though. Find out yourself!

BPOV:

It's been a year. I miserable year. I have spent all my time locked in a room Aro had so kindly given me. He has tried on several occasions to get me to leave but I refuse. Edward is dead. I might as well be too. Aro has sent Heidi to help me numerous times. The little comfort she gave was considerate, but not necessary. What's the point in trying to save someone to emotionally far gone? I've asked her on several occasions but she just shakes her head.

"You just need time. Lots of time. But time none the less."

She was nice. I liked her. She brought me blood, human blood, because I was unable to leave to hunt. I didn't want to. Aro supported my diet and said it's perfectly fine for me to hunt animals. It's my own decision. The blood Heidi gives me is cold, old and tasteless. But it's blood none the less.

I have been drawing or paint everyday since I came here. Drawing of my life. My human memories I am sure to forget in the future. It keeps me sane. I draw Edward, Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, Esme, Carlisle, Charlie, Renee and even Phil on occasion. The drawing are scattered all over the room. At first, Heidi tried to clean them all up and place them in the folder, but there was too many and I kept making more each day so she gave up. Not that I blame her. I would have to. Maybe. But she hasn't given up on me yet, which to no end shocks me. I am broken, useless. For all I know I am some pathetic vampire that doesn't even know her power, if she even has one. Now in my eyes, that's pathetic.

While painting a scene of me and my beloved Edward cuddled up in our meadow, my doors flew open to reveal Jane. Jane and I aren't the best of friends. We are acquaintances but have a mutual respect for one another, which, as I have been told, is rare for Jane. Well, she respects me enough to not knock.

"Hello, Jane. And what do I owe this visit." I asked a bit harshly.

She simply rolled her eyes. Anyone with half a brain would know not to interrupt me when I paint.

"Aro wishes an audience with you." she said and walked off.

I sighed and placed my painting equipment down. I walked at human speed to the throne room and knocked on the doors.

"Come in!" Aro's voice sung. I swear it was that high pitched a human would cringe.

I walked in and was glad I wasn't the only one to feel the same. Many vampires were cradling their heads. I snickered. I bowed down before Aro, since it shows respect and Heidi said she'd destroy my paintings if I didn't do it. Well, I didn't take that well. Nor did she enjoy watching me burn all of her clothes, much to the amusement of everyone else.

"You wanted to see me, Aro?" I asked politely.

He nodded. "Yes indeed. Everyone aside from Bella please leave."

He said it nicely, but it was a strict order and everyone was gone before a balloon could pop with the impact of a nail. Aro stood up and held my hand. He can't read my mind, which I'm thankful for, so he holds my hand like a father would hold his Childs.

"Isabella, I know you have been weary."

that's an understatement.

"And I think I have a solution."

You have my undying attention.

"Caius, he has agreed to use your power on you. If you so wish it of cause."

I looked at Aro then at Caius who stubbornly ignored me. douchbag. But I was indeed curious. No one knows what his power is. Only Aro and Marcus. And I have a feeling that's not because he's told them… Willingly anyway. Aro = Blabbermouth.

"What is his power."

"Well, as you know no one aside from the leaders know what it is. Because no one has ever been told."

I nodded unsure where this was going.

"Wrong." he said, surprising me. He was suddenly serious. "They have indeed found out on many occasions. Just like they have discovered things they shouldn't know. If these so called discoveries are accidental, then their memory is erased."

I felt my jaw drop. I mean, I knew it was possible but, oh my god.

I looked back and forth between Caius and Marcus.

"He'll make you forget everything that has ever happened to you. What do you say, my darling Isabella?"

Forget? Everything? Is that really what I want?

JPOV:

As to be expected, Maria welcomed me back with wide opened arms. She has a mate now so I didn't have to worry about sexually pleasing her. Which, to say the least, I was thankful for. Alice had walked out on me, I wasn't ready for a relationship. Even if it was just physical. I've been here for a year and I have been training even more new borns and dispatching the ones that get out of hand. It's been a year since I got one of the groups and their strength had started to fade. Maria has ordered their death and I easily obliged.

One by one I tore them to pieces and threw them into the fire. I watched the purple smoke rise into the air.

They had it easy.

They will never know this life, they hardly got a chance to live it. Maria and her mate, Ambrose, have decided to 'expand' their territory. They decided they don't like Mexico anymore, and want Italy. I nearly dropped dead when I heard that. I was torn between laughing my ass off or shitting bricks. Maria had truly lost it. Whatever hope I had that she'd one day be sane, was killed when Ambrose came. We were planning on attacking but I assumed the Volturi already knew we were coming so had an army on their way already. I have no idea. And I can't say I really care.

I'm nothing without Alice.

Without her, I didn't last a week without killing. I went straight back to the old ways.

Death, murder, humans, newborns, hate, disaster and destruction.

All we had to do was wait. Wait for death or wait for leniency that I doubted they would be even considered giving.

A/N: Alright, what you think so far? Anyway, review please. What do you think Bella should do Have her memory wiped or leave it there?