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BPOV

The pain died with my heart, but the venom gave me new life, despite it being born in pain and fire. Thirst raged in the back of my throat, but I forced it away, examining new details of my body. My skin was pale and cold. I knew it was cold to a human anyway. To me it felt almost warm, normal. Natural. My vision was sharp, picking out every individual crack and blemish in the stone. I could hear heavy footsteps nearing me through the walls. I stood gingerly, human habit cautioning me not to fall, even though vampiric grace prevented it.

The door opened as though it had been shut for a long time, slowly and with much noise. Felix stood in the opening, taking in my disheveled and ripped clothing. I had refused to scream, but I had needed some outlet for the agony. My clothes had suffered the brunt of it. Felix's eyes never left my body, taking in each new curve and every patch of pale skin revealed. His eyes darkened with undisguised lust, and although my stomach no longer worked, it made me feel distinctly nauseous.

"Aro is waiting for you," he said after a while.

I forced myself to walk past him, to not think of the vile things he had said and done to me whilst human, forcing myself to prove I didn't fear him. His arm snaked round and groped my ass as I passed. I shuddered at his touch, making him laugh. So much for that idea.

I walked in silence, following Felix along a dimply remembered path. Instead of going to the room I remembered though, we entered a large chamber, filled with bright colors of royalty. Ornate thrones stood on a dais, all but one of them occupied. Aro stood as we entered, glee plastered across his face. The other two men I recognized as Marcus and Caius. My human memories were not clear, but they were distinct enough that I could remember most things. Marcus looked bored, his eyes limp and lifeless, as if he'd seen too much, borne too much, and was now tired of existing. Caius looked at me with contempt, dislike pouring off me in waves. He would prefer to see me truly dead.

"My dear, you must be thirsty," Aro said as we approached him. Felix hung back, focusing all the attention on me.

"I won't drink human blood," I said it firmly, bravely even. I knew it was true, blood was distasteful to me, the smell nauseating as a human, it would be worse with me newly enhanced senses.

"You hope to live on animal blood?" Caius asked me sharply, disbelief evident in his voice.

"Yes," I answered, my voice strong as I faced three of the oldest vampires in the world.

"I see," Aro mused, "You wish to be a vegetarian vampire?" I nodded, how many times would I have to repeat myself? "In that case you should go hunting after this meeting is over, Felix shall accompany you," I tried not to flinch at the thought, and forced myself to ask the next questions.

"Where's Edward?"

Aro laughed.

"Why, Isabella, he's at home with his family. Why should he be anywhere near here?"

His words hit me like ice water. He wasn't here? He hadn't come to save me? Didn't he love me?

"You see, Isabella?" Aro was in front of me, I hadn't seen him move, his hands cupping my face, forcing me to look at him. "You meant nothing to him. It was just lust masquerading as love, nothing more. You believe that vampires are capable of love? Vampires have mates so that they can satisfy a need, nothing more. You meant nothing to him,"

Nothing.

Aro had voiced my worst fear, had breathed life into my deepest insecurities. I was nothing, a distraction, someone to 'satisfy a need'. Despite how much I love Edward I nothing but a passing fancy, something to pass the time. I started to sob uncontrollably, no tears coming forth. My heart that had been pieced back together shattered again, revealing just how fragile it truly was.

"Go, hunt," Aro told me, his voice faint, as though it was reaching across a great distance. He turned away and Felix led me from that room.

We left and I hunted in the woods that surrounded Volterra, Felix's eyes watching me constantly. When I was done he pounced, his mouth fastened on mine, his tongue forcing entry. His hands grabbed at my skin, his movements clumsy with need.

As he touched me with his vile hands a wave of numbness washed over me. I sank into the unfeeling deep cold, my consciousness, spirit, everything that made me me, drawing the numbness around me like a blanket, walling myself in against further pain. It was like falling into a deep sleep, only wanting to dream.

Edward.

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