Don't own it.
A.N. Okay, if you're still reading this, Thank You and I'm sorry. I would suggest re-reading the story, because that's what I did to get back in the groove. I just finished my first year of high school so hopefully my writing has improved…
Francesca POV
"That's one of the saddest stories I've ever heard," Kane whispered to himself. I had just finished telling him Bella's story and even it depressed me.
"I know. I'm sorry if she comes off needy and bitchy, but she's really a kind person. I took an interest since day one. I probably shouldn't though, the last time I took an interest in a weird vampire I got my heart broken," I looked at him softly.
He groaned, "Fran-," I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Francesca," he coughed, "I'm sorry, but it's not like you couldn't come to the Yukon."
"I had duties to the Volturi, first and foremost. I may have lov- cared about you, but you messed up and you had to suffer alone. Don't screw the Volturi, the number one rule of the vampire world." I looked around at all the humans and wondered if it was easy for him to be around them.
He pushed uneaten bread basket away, to grab my hands, "That was then, this is now. Francesca, I love-,"
"Zitto! Shut up! This is now and it's too late for us, but Bella deserves love," I said, "and you're going to help her get it back."
He gave me a long stare and sat back in his chair.
"Fine," he said finally, "First tell me what you meant about her being a "weird" vampire."
The "meeting" had begun.
"Well, she doesn't have to hunt first of all and when she does she hates the taste. She prefers food. Also she can sleep, but I have a theory about that."
"Which is?" He asked.
"Angelina messed with her dreams, so Bella became consumed by her dream world, stuck in it. The change couldn't stop it. I feel so bad for her sometimes, but it would be so much easier for her to move on."
"It's that easy for you to forget love?" He questioned.
I was about to answer when he spoke, "Don't answer. I'll help Bella as much as I can. If this Angela is as much as a bitch as you say, I would love to meet her." He smirked.
"But," he smiled, "You'll have to dance with me first."
Bella POV
"That feels so good," I moaned, "I love you so much."
"I love you more," Edward trailed smooth kisses down my neck, "You're so beautiful. You're so mine." He gently bit down on my neck as I wrapped my cold fingers in his fiery locks.
"You mean that. I'm yours, forever," I pulled his head back so I could look into his eyes, but I didn't see myself.
"Of course, Angelina. I love you."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"That's it no more sleeping, ever," I yelled at myself. I pushed the ten ton book on my chest to the floor and stretched. I slowly walked over to my window and jumped out.
God- him, her, uggh. Life sucks, eternity sucks. Why can't I just be normal? A normal vampire that can't sleep, that can't have nightmares. I contemplated running to the Cullen's right now and just killing that stupid trampire. I settled for punching a tree so hard it almost separated from the base. If I killed her any hope of getting my Edward back was ruined and he'd probably kill me for killing her.
It was a lose, lose situation. Well, technically I win because she dies, but I don't get Edward so again I lose.
UGH. I kicked the tree and it finally gave in and fell to the ground. Two squirrels and a bird where now out of a home and I mentally hit myself as I saw them scamper away.
"That was my favorite stress relieving technique back home," I turned quickly and saw Kane standing behind the fallen tree.
I didn't speak.
"There was nothing but trees and me and frustration."
I still didn't speak.
"I had everything and I ruined it. It wasn't taken from me, like it was from you. Everything I lost, I lost because of my own carelessness and immaturity. Just because you've been alive for centuries doesn't mean you're smart."
He sat on the log and looked at me expecting a response to his story. I didn't want to respond to him, but I knew I should. I just walked over and sat beside him.
"I can help you, but-," I cut him off with a huge hug.
"Thank You, Thank You, Thank You." He pulled me off him slowly.
"Just listen first and see if you truly want my help." I tensed slowly and prayed he wasn't some psycho.
"Dreams are powerful things. They can drive some people completely insane, especially if you keep them dreaming even after they wake up. I was born on August 8th 1878. I met Francesca two years after I was changed, in 1898. I loved her on first sight. She was a lot different then how she is now."
I couldn't imagine Francesca any different. I wondered what he meant.
"She was warm, despite her being a vampire and I found her more attractive every time I saw her, despite her being a vampire. She had taken me to Italy to be with her. She had joined the Volturi, 10 years before she met me and always stressed staying in their good graces. I had told her I wasn't going to join the Volturi after she explained what they were," he laughed.
"It made her angry, but she excepted it and we were able to have a great relationship. Aro, allowed me to live there with her and hunt with them. He hoped I would eventually give in. He liked me until I screwed up.
Yes, the famous screw up, I'd been hearing so much about.
"I'll spare you the gory details, but basically when you can enter "dream worlds" over and over, you get confused. You forget what a dream is and what's not. Your worst nightmares become the everyday. I found when you make humans live their worst nightmares, killing them is more enjoyable. The crumble and shake. It could be anything. In the 1920's it was sickness and war, grief and death. It was sick and sadistic, but it was who I was."
"How did the Volturi find out?" I asked.
"One evening I found a young girl. It was 1924, I believe. She was sleeping on a red blanket in the middle of nowhere. It was so perfect, like someone gave her to me, to play with. To play with dreams, it takes a bit of mind searching and a lot of evil. She was dreaming about her mother, who was very sick. I made it so her mother was worse, and then it was her father, her future children and husband. She started shaking and screaming. It was like watching a girl possessed. I watched her for about 5 minutes before I got bored. I walked toward her and bent toward her neck, when I smelled a man. He had probably been peeing or taking a walk, that's why she was alone. I was quick to kill the boy, but I didn't expect the others."
"The others?"
"Yes, about 5 or 6 of them. They must have heard her screaming and instead of taking care of the situation I ran, back to Francesca, back to the Volturi. I told them what I did and they quickly took care of those people. The girl had never woken up; she stayed in that horrified, possessed, nightmarish, state, until they killed her. Done, over, finito."
I couldn't believe it; he was awful, evil, and sick.
"So you were chased into the Yukon and Francesca…" I trailed off.
"Wanted nothing to do with me. I broke the one rule, I used my power to toy with people, and I lost her trust and her love. Francesca is no angel, but she would never prolong someone's pain. That's why I didn't want to help you, because the only way to stop Angelina is pain a lot of pain."
I hated having to bring this guy to his old ways, but I thought about my dream, my Edward and I slowly said, "Unlike that girl in the woods, Angelina deserves pain."
