A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.
Her attention shifts from the sight of the dead wolf to the laughter of the creature with red hair. She is suddenly very wary; she should not trust this red haired woman but she needs answers.
"Who are you?" she snarls. The woman stops laughing abruptly but a cruel smirk remains.
"My name is Victoria, and I have to say young Bella that you have played into my plans more brilliantly than even I could have imagined."
Bella.
That name is frighteningly familiar to her and fills her with a sense of foreboding and nausea that is only heightened when she glances back to the lump of russet brown fur. However, before her thoughts turn into a sickening certainty she is distracted by a blur of red.
Victoria is nothing more than flashes but with her heightened senses, she can pick out the direction and therefore anticipates the impact a second before it occurs. She has Victoria by the throat and pinned to a nearby tree before Victoria even recognizes that there has been a shift in power.
Venom is already flowing freely, dripping from her teeth and she wants nothing more that to tear this woman apart, to destroy her. She knows that whatever this woman says, whatever she is about to do will alter her beyond anything she has ever known. Beyond even, the how and the why and most importantly the what she is now.
This woman leaves nothing but destruction in her wake and she, Bella, the voice whispers, is starting to believe that she is no different.
She appears to be the same as this woman. They are glittering skin, sharp teeth and feral growls and when Victoria begins to speak, not even fighting the hold she has on her, everything the girl has speculated about becomes a horrifying reality.
Victoria's voice is high and bell like, the voice of an innocent but such a notion is ruined by the vindictive sneer that curls her lips as she hisses a story, a truth, whispers the voice, which the girl, Bella, can no longer ignore.
"Ah, young Bella, your story is one of woe. You see your mate, your precious Edward killed my James; so it seems only fair that I return the favour does it not?" Victoria continues as if the girls' world is not crumbling before her, as if the girl has not just gone deaf to the world.
Bella, hisses the voice and with that, the flashes begin.
They are flashes of a boy with bronze hair and golden eyes and quick as lightening movements; flashes of a dark room, shattered mirrors and the echo of the fire and burning on her wrist.
She drops Victoria to the moss covered ground and clutches her wrist in remembered pain. Victoria continues unerringly, viciously.
There is no longer a pause in the flashes, the memories, they come all at once and all with the force of a thousand agonies.
A paper cut, bright ruby red blood.
A fair-haired man, Jasper, lunging at her.
The bronze haired boy, Edward! Oh God, she clutches her head in pain. Edward with her on the path in the woods.
"I don`t want you..." A flash of white and then Edward is gone.
Blackness. Rustling. Rescue.
Motorcycles. She needs to fix them up. She needs to hear his voice.
Free falling. The wind whistles by her. The impact has all the force of a freight train.
Blackness. Burning lungs. Drowning.
Rescue.
Her saviour is...
A russet skinned boy with dark eyes and a wide smile.
Werewolf.
"Jacob!" She howls. She is dry sobbing now, for she will never truly cry again and the memories keep coming, playing to a soundtrack of her sobs.
They come, they come, and they come until there are no more.
She does not know which way is up and which way is down, she can't see, she can't hear.
Oh God, what has she done?
The voices are at once unanimous and then they are quiet.
Her name is Bella Swan.
And she has just murdered her best friend.
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