I know you hate me, I know more than half of you have given up on the story and for that I'm very sorry, I guess I got caught up in school and other things!

But in actuality I have no excuse so again I'm really sorry! Um you have to thank my Beta Av1reader who always does speedy and amazing work! And thanks to everyone who stuck with the story. You can tell me all how mad you are in a review which I'll read while holding a teddy bear for protection.

Go easy I'm SORRY!!

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Christy's Pov…

"Whoa," Lizzy whispered under her breath, jumping a little in her seat. We were on a Volturi private jet, heading into the dreary forested part of Oregon on another newborn hunt; obviously Aro hadn't cooled down yet.

"What?" I asked, eyeing her warily; she sat down slowly, shaking her head.

"Nothing, I just got this weird chill," she replied, sinking back into her seat, and reopening the magazine she was flipping through, scanning it briefly with her eyes.

"Someone's thinking or talking about you," I explained with a large smile. She rolled her eyes with a loud snort.

"Please, that superstitious crap doesn't work on me," she replied, glancing out the thick glass at the cloudy sky.

"I'm telling you that stuff only happens when someone is really thinking or talking about you. My cousin had the same chill- next day they found his body in a rice field," I told her, utterly serious. He wasn't dead, just a little beaten up, but she didn't need to know that part.

At first she seemed to be ignoring me, but then she glanced up from the magazine. "Please, if that isn't a bunch of crap," she sniffed, but there was a tiny glimmer of worry in her voice.

"Fine, believe what you want, but I'm serious. Someone, somewhere is talking about you," I replied ominously.

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Bella's Pov…

"Hello, this is Lizabeth. Leave a message and I'll…" I snapped the phone shut, grinding my teeth. I had already left several threatening and very angry messages on her phone but she was either avoiding me, her phone was off, or Tasha went on another of her 'destroy everyone's phone' things again.

"Lizabeth, if I get my hands on you you're dead," I hissed softly under my breath, pushing the bathroom stall door open.

I glanced in the mirror, doing a quick make-up fix, and then running my fingers through my hair.

I then walked confidently out of the bathroom, avoiding the stares the Cullen's gave me from across the quad. I slid back into my seat next to Lucas, noticing Beria's empty seat.

"Where's Beria?" I asked, surprised. Lucas glanced up at me from his conversation with Kari about sports or something.

"She went home, something about her boyfriends sister or aunts cousin, I don't know. Half of the words out of that girls mouth is a jumble," Lucas mused, returning to his previous conversation.

There was a loud crunch that caused everyone to jump. I quickly stuffed the demolished cell phone into my bag.

"What was that?" Chris asked his eyes as wide as saucers. Oh yes very manly indeed. I shrugged, excusing myself before hurrying toward my car. I was going to get to finish this mission today, and then rid myself of the Cullen's for forever.

A hand caught my upper arm, spinning me around. Edward smiled leisurely at me, almost teasing; I swear I'm going to snap if crap like this keeps up.

"School hasn't even started and you're already ditching. My Bella, you've grown to be quiet the rebel," he murmured softly. I yanked my arm out of his grip.

"What are you going to do Edward? Tattle on mean little Bella?" I spat, spinning back around.

"I might," he called back lazily. I spun around, surprised. He seemed calm with a lazy crooked grin that would make my heart stop, if I had a heart that is.

"You wouldn't," I hissed, narrowing my eyes.

"I might," he repeated, his smile growing.

"Gentleman my ass, you're as evil as they come." I muttered a few unintelligible words under my breath, storming off to my first period.

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Edward's Pov…

I stared at her from across the classroom. She was defiant, not meeting my gaze as she stared determinedly forward, watching as the teacher blabbered on about the area of triangles.

She was mad, I knew that, but I didn't care. I had come to a realization of sorts. I could live with her being angry at me, because in truth not even I would forgive myself for the torment I've caused this beautiful creature.

I could live with her mad at me as long as I could live with her, be around her. I didn't care as long as I could watch her, watch her laugh, watch her smile, maybe, even though it pained me, watch her find love again.

Maybe one day I could forgive myself and pursue her, but at the moment I was content with just being in her presence.

The bell rang and she quickly stuffed her books in her bag. As she swept from the room, her eyes met mine, and then she was gone. I quickly gathered my books and followed her. She was already at her car when I was outside.

She quickly jumped in and sped out of the parking lot, cutting off a little blue suburban that had been backing out. The driver slammed on the brakes and honked the horn in agitation.

But I was frozen in surprise at the look I had seen on her gorgeous face. A resigned look, a hollow shell of the former lively Bella, a killer's mask.

Bella was getting ready to finish what she'd come here to do. And I had to stop her.

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One Night later…

Unknown Pov…

We all sat in the living room while Dante explained in vivid detail his adventurous haircut with Beria the other day. Beria would throw in tiny tidbits of her own, explaining herself or fixing a piece Dante would exaggerate.

My sister would nod, and listen with polite input and attention. Finally Dante finished, and everyone practically snorted.

"You're such a baby Dante," Beria snorted, "In no way did I torture you, all I did was cut your hair and everyone agrees it looks nice," she sniffed, sticking her nose in the air in mock annoyance, but in the end she too smiled.

My sister opened her mouth to comment, but the front door was kicked in. A tall brunette, the new girl from school actually, stepped in, daintily avoiding the shattered door that lay in pieces on the foyer floor.

"Knock, knock," the brunette added with an obvious sarcastic note in her voice. My hands balled into fists as she examined the people in the room. Both Dante and Beria rose, snarling softly. My sister waved them down, slowly rising.

"Hello Bella," she greeted pleasantly. 'Bella's' eyes widened and she stepped back in surprise.

"What…. What are you doing here?" she whispered, surprised and very shocked.

"I'm visiting my brother." My sister motioned to me, Bella's eyes widening further as she inspected me. After all, we are identical twins.

"I didn't know you had a brother," she whispered distantly.

"Not many do," my sister confirmed soothingly, with a kind smile. Just then a bronze haired male entered, his hair windswept like he'd run the whole way here.

His eyes met my sisters and his mouth fell open.

"Tasha?"

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Yeah cliff hanger as an apology, anyway please review and again I'm very sorry. I'll make the next chapter super long. Promise and I'll update very soon.