Things are going to go down in this one. Prepare for some savage Bella, Pissed off Aro, and sweet revenge! This will be a long one.

Hope you enjoy!

Aro's POV:

Thirty days. A whole month it has taken for us to figure out where Isabella is kept. Enough time for a newborn vampire to go savage. Enough for lesser vampires to become so weak they can not feed themselves. Thirty days of not knowing if my love was on the brink of death. My only clue of her survival was feeling the mating pull towards her, though because she was taken before transforming, it was weak, and I could not use it to track her. Dimitris tracking would not work either, no matter how hard he tried. I nearly ripped him apart for that, though my brothers stopped me.

Not knowing where else to start, we first went to their castle in Romania, and found it abandoned, with the nearby small town telling tales of constant disappearances that stopped well over a month ago.

We returned to Volterra after burning their castle to the ground, and made contact with vampires around the world, asking if they had noticed unusual vampire activity. We could not risk telling them we had lost our new queen.

Only one coven brought something up: The Russians are nomads who travel around Russia and parts of eastern Europe. They had noticed the Romanians being up to something, moving more humans into their castle, but had not thought much of it. Several months later, only a few days ago they had met Vladimir and Stefan again, this time in the far north of Russia in a small, abandoned castle. .

Now I am on a plane, impatiently waiting for us to land on a small airport in rural Russia, close to where we were told the Romanians reside. As we get closer to landing time I get more and more antsy. The mating pull is getting stronger. I need my mate, badly.

Marcus puts a gentle hand on my arm. "Do not fret, brother. Her bond to you is still there, and glowing brighter then ever. She Is alive and sensing that you are getting closer. "

I nod and take a deep breath, focusing on discussing battle tactics with Caius.

As soon as we land we move out, the whole guard besides me and my brothers. Even the wives are with us, because we do not want to risk them alone in the castle.

We approach the castle, and are met with a small army of newborns. My vision goes red as soon as I touch one, and I see my Isabella in his mind, being tossed into a titanium room right before her change is complete.

I tear him to shreds easily and dodge an attack, cutting through the newborns to get to the castle. They are meaningless to me, no bigger hinderance then a fly. None of them will survive to see the upcoming dawn.

I break through the ancient, wooden doors and follow the pull in my chest, disposing of all vampires that get in the way. One with the power of fire hot enough to melt stone poses a challenge, but she can not use her gift under Jane's burning gaze.

Finally, finally I arrive to the prison cell, composed of a cube of steel several feet thick, with a heavy door to get in and out. The Volturi uses something similar from time to time. They are easy to open from the outside, but impossible from the inside. Inside I can hear my Isabella growling in warning, not speaking.

I turn the wheel that opens the door, and my heart breaks at what I find.

The room is smaller then I thought, barely ten by ten feet, and very claustrophobic. The floor is absolutely covered in withering, wiggling vampire parts, covered in a thick sludge of filth and vampire venom. Isabella is curled in a corner, trembling and snarling like a furious animal, her eyes void of any recognition, very similar to that day when she overworked herself.

Her eyes are pitch black and sunken deep into her skull, her limbs are thin and dried out, with scorch marks here and there, and many bite marks, especially around her neck.

I can not help but feel proud. Many had tried to kill her, but none succeeded.

Slowly I step closer, and speak with a soothing voice. "Isabella…"

Bella's POV:

"Isabella…"

I know that word from somewhere. But where? Does not matter. Must protect myself. Stay alert. Survive.

I raise up, baring my teeth, warning the vampire to stay away, or face the same fate all the others did. He is different then the others. He moves in a different way, looks at me different, and smells…familiar?

No. focus. Protect. The pain in my chest has grown, and I can not focus. He is causing it. He is causing my pain, and I just know it. Must defend self. Kill.

I lunge at him when he steps closer, going straight for his neck. I do not know why I don't use my shield. I just don't. My teeth sink into his chalky looking skin, tearing through, looking for liquid, something to quench my thirst. I had tried with half of the previous vampires, but it had not worked.

Feed. Feed. Feed. Kill. Tear.

He does not respond as the others did. He does not scream, only gasps and tenses up. His arms wrap around me. Trapped. Must escape. But he is too strong. I snarl, snapping at his face. He grabs my jaw, forcing eye contact. I hiss. This feels wrong, so very wrong.

Kill. Kill. Tear. Shred. Rip. Burn. Feed.

I can not bring myself to attack again. My body is frozen in place. My instincts scream at me to tear his face off. He is vulnerable, just do it! I can escape!

But I don't. I just stare back at him, fear filling me. Fear of the unknown. And then…he presses his lips to mine.

I feel like I am exploding. Electricity runs through me. Emotions. Love. Lust. Fear. Worry. Understanding. Happiness. I know this man, this vampire. He is all I need.

I kiss him back roughly, tearing at his clothes, my own tattered one long since gone in the piles of vampire parts. He stops me. Grabs my wrists and holds them down. I growl, until he speaks.

"Soon, my Isabella…First, feeding. Then revenge…" Those words I know, and they make me shiver, my inner beast roaring.

Feed. Feed. Feed. Kill. Tear. Rip.

He coos, caressing my face. "Yes my love…"

He easily picks me up and carries me away. I cling to him, then spot the wound on his neck. I snarl at the thought of my mate being hurt, and start to lap at the jagged, marble skin, helping to heal it.

Then, suddenly, I smell something. A smell so strong, so delicious it consumes my mind. Even my mate leaves my conscious as I jump from his arms, and I run at the source of the smell. Without a single thought I rip a door from its hinges and jump on one of the sources of the smell, sinking my teeth into it.

I am overcome by pleasure as blood sprays over my face, and my body fills with warmth for the first time since I can remember. I tear savagely, sucking and slurping, consuming every drop that I can. When there is no more I drop the body and pounce on the next, starting to feel strength return to me, slowly but steadily.

Feed. Kill. Suck. Drink. Shred.

I do not stop. Not when I regain control over my shield. Not when I feel strong again. Not when my body buzzes with pleasure, and not until every last one of the blood sources is dead on the ground, reduced to shreds of meat and splinters of bone.

Aro's pov:

Se truly is a sight to behold. Like an animal she tears through her prey, one by one, feeding on their blood and soaking herself in it. Never has she looked more powerful, more magnificent then she does in this moment. I want to go to her, to feed alongside her, but I keep my distance, knowing she needs this.

Bella's POV

When no more prey is left I turn to my mate. He stares at me with hungry eyes that make my limbs burn with needy fire. I pull him to me, and realize I am so much stronger then I was before. I kiss him deeply, sharing the blood on my lips with him, then look him deeply in his eyes.

"Kill…" I hiss excitedly. I will make them pay for how they hurt me. How they kept me from my mate.

He gives a sadistic grin and licks the blood from my hand. I moan. "Go. Kill. Tear. Make them pay."

Within a moment I am off, holding his hand as we run to the battle field, a different kind of blood lust raging inside me. I step outside for the first time since I can remember, and find a snow covered waste land where many vampires are fighting. I bounce in place as my eyes scan the crowds, looking for my first target.

I tense when I recognize one, and my mind retrieves the name from deep inside my brain. Vladimir. The one who brought me here.

I roar in rage, running at him with speed I did not know I possessed, and tackling him into the snow. He cries out and struggles, but this time I am the strong one. I make sure he can see my face as I grin sadistically, then start tearing chunks out of him, and throwing them in a nearby fire, making sure he stays conscious the whole time. His screams of agony feed my inner beast. His pleads for mercy only fill me with depraved glee. He showed no mercy, so neither will I.

After he is gone I rise, and look to my mate, who nods in approval. "Kill" He says, confirming that the battle is not over yet. Gleefully I jump on my next victim, making quick work of him.

Aro's POV

Like an ancient war goddess my mate dances through the battle field, disposing of vampires with what looks like practiced ease, somehow avoiding harming the Volturi. Newborns crumple under the crushing power of her shield, and older vampires get a more personal touch, being decapitated by her sharp teeth

I fight by her side, watching her back and sharing in her glee as one by one our enemies fall around us. I let myself go, allowing myself to be overtaken by the purest, primal instincts.

When no more enemies stand before us she looks around, her eyes full of burning fire. I grab her hand and kiss her deeply, making her moan and press herself against me. She starts to pull at my clothes again, but I stop her, bringing her awareness to the guard, which is recovering close by. She growls but pulls back, making me smile.

The next hours are…strained at best. Though more aware of the goings on around her, Isabella is still fully running on instincts. She pulls me to a sheltered area with some bushes, and snarls when anyone gets close while she marks my body with her scent.

Knowing she will most likely not snap out of it for quite some time, I instruct the guard to return to Volterra. My mate and I will return when we are ready.

When we are finally alone I kiss her deeply, and let my desires overtake me. I need her, more than anything I have needed in my life.