Bella
Revisiting the place she used to call home was Bella's desperate attempt at reconnecting with her former self. Carefully running her fingertips over the smiling faces depicted in the photographs adorning her living room, she wondered if the shift in how she perceived them came from her changing or from the events that preceded it. Shuddering, Bella tried to suppress the most vivid memory she had from her life as a human. Not for the first time she failed to accomplish that, so she was forced to relive the feeling of their rough hands upon her body, their fists breaking her bones as she was intimately violated. Trapped in that memory all she could do was try to remember that it was all in the past and that she was safe now.
When her eyes rested upon a picture of Edward she was wrenched away from hell and into paradise. Love and passion washed over her chasing away the demons threatening her sanity. But heaven was not meant to last, for she soon was plunged into all the doubts that had consumed her throughout their relationship – the ones about him, the ones about herself. She once again was haunted by the pain of breaking it all off in order to work on herself. Amused, Bella realized she never got to tell Edward how hard she'd had to work in therapy in order to feel whole and ready to be with him again. By the time she went to look for him he'd disappeared, so she'd tried to move on.
Laughing mirthlessly at her own pathetic excuse for a relationship, she regretted the moment she'd decided to get involved with Jacob. Despite being good looking and nice enough, he'd lacked depth and their connection had been more carnal than anything. Being honest with herself, she had to own up to the fact that more than once she'd thought of Edward when making love to Jacob. And the only time he'd given her an orgasm was the unusual day when her skin vibrated with peculiar energy and the smell of Edward seemed to linger in the air–almost as if he was close somehow.
The memories and feelings were there, but she felt oddly detached from them … as if she were watching a movie she loved, one that completely captured her heart, but still wasn't about her. The unsettling feeling of being a stranger to herself made Bella lose her temper and throw the mementos of her past life against the wall, breaking, shattering, erasing. Amongst the shards, she found some measure of peace by accepting that human Bella, the one who'd loved, doubted, made an effort to improve only to get her heart broken, was dead. In her place, a hesitant being was born, her personality uncertain except when it came down to getting justice for herself.
Licking her lips, Bella allowed herself to picture how sweet her revenge would be. Some part of her even wanted to taste their blood, but after hearing her creator's own story of revenge, Bella decided to follow into her footsteps. No, she wouldn't taste their blood, but she would make them wish she'd chosen to punish them in such a painless way. The cruelty she would unleash upon them would make even the devil pale and generations would be disgusted by their gruesome deaths. But before she could embrace her darkest side there was still one place she needed to visit. A little bit of sadness crept in, for she'd only been there a couple of times and would never go back there again after this visit.