Stephenie Meyer is the lucky duck whom owns everything twilighty, sadly I don't...

First part of this story is Beta'd by the lovely Aisha, the other half I did myself. So don't judge to harshly.

Hello everybody, yes I know it's a been a really long time but sadly real life got incredibly real and writing was the last thing on my mind. Very few of you know but as for the rest you that don't here goes, this past September my Grandfather, uncle and aunt and were all killed in a truck accident in northern AZ. These were family members that were very dear to me and you can imagine how hard it's been cope, for not only me but my family as well. But I've also been thinking about all of my readers out there asking for a new chapter, well sadly I don't have one, but I have the next best thing. My outtake for Fandom for Autism can now be published, so here is the prequel to this story. I wrote this story in honor of my beautiful son whom is autistic but also the light of my life. I love you my little Seby weby.

Short summary it begins with Billy when he was a boy and his two best friends along with a special someone. This prequel is a two parter and right now I'm working on the second part along with additional chapters for you guys. Please enjoy and thanks for sticking around.

Before The Sorrow

It was almost 11 years to the day that he last saw his lovely wife growing with their first and only son. Eleven years that Charlie last saw his beloved wife and then lost her to a senseless accident. Still he thought of her, every day—every hour. He still couldn't sleep in his bed without her there to lay next to him, the bed just didn't feel right without her. Changing the mattress didn't help much either, without his Renee there was no rest for him. So, instead, he would sleep in his chair or out of the country instead of facing a bed without his soul mate. He just couldn't bear not ever laying next to her again.

Now he was in an air plane with his only child—his beloved Bella—and her fiancé, Edward, or is he her husband now? He had yet to get to the two of them alone and question why both are wearing wedding bands and why Bella is no longer wearing her purity ring. He would have to have a long talk with his daughter after the plane landed in Bogotá, and an even longer talk with the Irishman.
Sitting across from the two lovers, watching them sleep, watching his only daughter cling to the Irishman for dear life, reminded him of his Renee and how she would cling to him like that every night and every day until he lost her and their son. He suddenly thought about the stories his Renee told him when they had first started to get to know one another, about how she grew up with her two best friends, Aro and Billy, and how much she loved her older half-sister, Isabella…

Obregon, Mexico, 1970

The last day of school-first day of freedom—and all Renata, Arturo and Guillermo could think about is shorts, raspados and not having to spend another day in that god-forsaken institution they dare call a school. Renata mainly thought about her older half-sister, Isabella, finally come to live with them after so many years. She had originally lived in Sicily with her birth mother, but she was now 13 and asked if she could get to know her father and siblings for a while. When she called him, her father of said it was fine and had her move to Mexico after finishing the spring semester in Italy. Of course, he was internally jumping up and down in his seat at her request, but he would never show it. Renata only having met her sister a few times was eager as well, being that she only had an older brother and neither of them were too fond of each other. Stupid Hector. Always thinking he was better than her and trying to invade her privacy, but she knew how to beat him and keep him in line. Plus she knew about his secret Playboy stash hidden in a box underneath his bed, and that sure as hell made him shut up. Currently Hector was getting ready to go to Puebla to visit their mother's cousins for the summer. That meant that Renata and Isabella had the summer to themselves. Well, Billy and Aro would be joining them as well. They just wouldn't be around for the girly or sisterly parts as one would put it.

"Hey Renee, do you think your mom will let us watch some T.V when we get to your place, I'd like to watch some Chespirito before I go home", asked Aro. Both Renee and Billy rolled their eyes at Aro.

"No way man, it's Friday and the tianguis is open. We all said we'd go over and get some raspados and Chamoy. Celebrate the fact that we never have to see that bitch Hermana Clara ever again." said Billy.

Renee swung her head back as they made their way to her house. "God, don't say the bitch's name, you may as well take the Lord's name in vain by mentioning her." They all nodded in agreement as Hermana Clara was a nun and the most ruthless math teacher at Escuela Católica de Obregón. The woman was not afraid to use a ruler on a student's hand for getting one decimal off on a mathematical equation. Not to mention their rear if they got the entire equation wrong. The adults called it discipline in these schools. Renee, Aro and Billy called it the nun being pissed about taking a Vow of Chasity and never having another orgasm again. It was the only logical explanation.

They discussed going to the creek and swinging off the tree, going to the movies and watching Star Trek reruns that were poorly translated in Spanish. They walked in Renee's house to see her mother Ramona at the stove preparing dinner for later, and her father Pedro nuzzling her neck. Outwardly, Renee gagged as to empress her two friends. Internally, she was envious. She hoped to be loved like that one day, the way her parents loved each other.

"Hola mama, papa." Reluctantly Pedro pulled away from Ramona.

"Hey mija, what are you three up to." he stated, acting as if he wasn't feeling up his wife a moment ago. The three of them smirked, knowing exactly what they we're up to.

"We're just here to get changed, then we're going to the tiangis for some raspados. I'll be back in time for dinner." Pedro nodded in agreement.

"Take your sister with you, I think she like to see that place." Renee's eyes lit up.

"Isabella's here?" Pedro and Ramona smiled at their daughter as Pedro yelled Isabella's name. Moments later a young petite girl with long brown hair, creamy fair skin and green eyes walked into the kitchen. Renee was overwhelmed with excitement at seeing her older half-sister whom had arrived early, while Aro and Billy just watched. Well Aro watched, Billy admired. He had no idea that his best friend's sister was so beautiful, so fair. It was like he was looking at Snow White. He had never felt this way about a girl in his life, he had never felt the things he had felt before seeing her just a few seconds ago. He knew he needed to be near her and to touch her if only just once. He had no idea why his ten year old mind was suddenly having these thoughts. He was never attracted to a girl before. But now that he was, he that knew that he wanted her. Renee glanced over at her friends as she let her sister go only to see a look in Guillermo eyes that frightened her.

Obregon, Mexico. 1972.

"Isabella, what about this dress?" asked Renee. Renee, Isabella and Ramona were currently at a boutique looking at Quincera dresses for Isabella, who's big day was only a month away. So much planning was still underway, the music, the food, the guest list, one would think this was a wedding and not a birthday party for a 15 year old girl. But the biggest thing was finding the perfect dress, for a girl coming of age, she needed the best dress possible.

So far all the dresses were to bridal, or to old and frilly or just plain ugly. All Isabella wanted was the perfect dress for the most important day of her life so far. Well, she actually wanted two things, she wanted the perfect dress and she wanted the handsome Bartolo Padilla to be her escort for her special day.

She first saw Bart on her second day of school two years ago. How she missed him the first day she'll never know, but on that second day she saw a handsome and tall boy who seemed smart and determined. She later figured out she was right because he was practically the smartest guy she had ever met and all the girls seemed to swoon over him. However he didn't really seem to be to interested in any of the other girls, that is till one day he said hi to Isabella and later started having lunch with her everyday. It took everything inside her not to jump over the table and maul him with her lips, how she ached for just one gesture from him.

Now two years later he had become an even more handsome young man and she was on the verge of becoming a woman and they had become best friends, but he had yet to show if he felt the same way for her as she felt for him. Unknowing to Isabella, Bartolo was actually conversing with her father right this moment, about escorting her to the ball and officially courting her after. Ramona was eager for her step daughter to find out the good news, but didn't want to spoil her surprise. So instead she watched her daughters as they fussed over dresses, trying to decide which one would work best.

Billy was pacing back and in forth in his room, trying to decide the best way to ask the most important question of his life. He wanted to ask to be Isabella's escort to her Quincera. He knew it was a long shot, seeing as how she's three years older than him, But that didn't matter to Billy. He was tall for his age, most people thought he was 14, and he knew everything there was to know about his best friends older sister.

He knew he could make her happy. Plus No one would really notice if Isabella was escorted by a twelve year old young man at her birthday party, would they?

"Guillermo!"

Billy heard his fathers voice, Anytime he heard his fathers voice, no matter how deep or shrill, it always frightened him because he was never sure if he was furious with him, or if he was just in his regular despondent mood. "In here Pa!" He yells, his shoulders beginning to shake in fear. "Your little friend Aro is here to see you." Billy relaxes and has his father send his friend to his room.

"Hey man, what are you up to?" Billy shrugs, trying to relax as if to not act nervous, but isn't entirely working.

"Billy why are you so up tight?" Billy shakes his head.

"Nervous, I'm not nervous, I'm fine. I was actually going to see if Renee was home, see if she wanted to go the movies later." Billy said rapidly and almost squeaking. Aro grunts.

"My ass that's the reason you're going over there, you wanna see Isabella again don't you?"

Billy's cheeks grow hot and red at Aro's discovery. He's the only one that knows of his infatuation with the infamous Isabella, At least that he's aware of.

"What are you talking about, I have no interest in seeing Isabella. What makes you think that?"

Aro begins to laugh.

"Man you are so off base, it's completely obvious that you have a huge crush on Renee's sister. Hell everyone knows it." Billy drops to his bed, dumbfounded. "Everyone knows?" Aro nods. "It's pretty obvious. The way you look at her, talk to her, are always wondering what's she's up to, trying to wait on her. You're like a little puppy around her. It's kinda pathetic if you think about it." Billy huffs. "I can't help it, I fell in love with her the first time I saw her, and I can't get her out of my head. If I could get just one acknowledgement from her, I swear I could make her mine."

Aro looks at a little wide eyed and just nods along with him. "Right. Well, what do you plan to do." Billy stands up and heads for the door. "I plan to go ask Pedro if I could accompany her on her quincnera." Aro looks at him stunned. "You're kidding right?" Billy shakes his head. "Why would I kid about that. I think it'd be great, show her family how much I care for her. Plus I could pass for 14." Aro grunts. "No you can't, you barely pass for twelve. He'll never agree, and neither will she." Billy shakes his head. "You're wrong, and I'm going to prove it."

Billy walks out of his room, Aro close in tow and heads out the door. "You're not going to do what I think you're going to do, are you?" Billy stood tall as he could and kept walking. "I am, I'm going over there and asking Pedro for the chance to escort Isabella and I'm not taking no for an answer."

Aro tried to talk his friend out of it, knowing he's only going to end up getting hurt but Billy continued to ignore him and kept walking further till he's in front of the Quijada house. What he sees is his worst nightmare.

Isabella is in the arms of another man, happy and joyous.

His friend Renee is with them and sees her two friends. She rushes over to them and notices Billy is less than happy. She knows what his plans were, even if he never spoke them out loud and is grateful he never got the chance to pursue them.

"Hey, what you guys doing here?" Billy stayed silent, his eyes never leaving the happy couple. Aro decided to speak up before it became to awkward. "We just wanted to see if you wanted to go to a movie." "Oh cool, I'd like to but I can't. Isabella's new boyfriend just asked my papa's permission to escort her and were having kind of a welcome to the family dinner for him."

"Boyfriend?" Billy asked stunned.

Renee nodded. "Yeah, apparently they've liked each other a long time, but Bart being a gentleman wanted to wait till her birthday. He just had a long talk with my PA."

Billy continued looking at the happy couple, not knowing what to do. That was supposed to be him, he was supposed to have her in his arms, she was supposed to look into his eyes with love and admiration not this jerk off. For the first time in his young life, Billy felt fury.

Obregon 1975

Renee's Quincnera

A beautiful spring evening had descended upon the Quijada house hold as young Renee celebrated her 15th year.

Just like her older sister, she decided to have something small and simple, the only difference is that Renee decided to have here Quincnera on the Spring Equinox. Renee always had a deep respect for mother nature, she tried taking care of the earth the best she could but the only thing she could really master was gardening roses.

Renee knew it wasn't much, but she accepted it and decided to have her theme of roses in honor of the gift that mother nature gave here. There were roses all around her home, in different colors, red, white, orange, pink, even blue and purple. The only color missing was black which was impossible to find. However Renee was okay with this, she didn't want people to think she was to morbid, however it was her life's mission to find a black rose someday.

The night had been a success, she was escorted by her best friend Aro and was having the time of her life. All of her family and friends were also having a great time short of her friend Billy.

He hadn't been quite the same in the past few years, Ever since his crush on her older sister became something more. She didn't know what to call it, but it was beyond strange.

He would always look at her and follow her, like she was deer and he was a Hyena looking for his next meal. She had asked Isabella how his infatuation affected her, but she shrugged it off, saying it's just a crush.

Isabella was too in love with her boyfriend Bartolo to even notice any other man looking at her And that Renee was envious of that. She had always wanted the type of love her parents had, affectionate and caring, but after seeing Isabella in love she knew wanted just that instead.

Passionate and intimate.

Ever since her sister's 15th birthday three years ago, Isabella and Bart have rarely been apart. He all but lived at their home which was fine with her family, Pedro and Ramona loved having him and Renee's older brother, Hector, wasn't really around much since he decided to join the Mexican Army one year ago.

Bart pretty much filled a void that Pedro missed from his only son. The night carried on and Billy continued to watch Isabella with her so called boyfriend. She looked so beautiful in her purple dress, the color of violet's, her favorite flower. She often wore that color and Billy thought it complemented her skin tone just right.

Now if only she would let him complement her skin tone, then everything would be right with the world.

He watched as Isabella and Bart danced with each other all night, watched his hands grip her hips, his fingers caress her skin, his lips touching her lips. He wanted to kill the bastard for touching what's his.

He thought about that more and more these days, killing Bart and taking Isabella as his own.

A slow song had just ended and Bart whispered something in Isabella's ear, she nodded and they walked away. Curious as to what he asked her he followed them to a secluded spot behind there house.

The Quijada back yard always freaked most people out seeing as how a good part of the back yard was a cemetery, but Isabella always found it interesting. There was so much family history in her back yard and she was always intrigued by what she learned. Bart walked them to edge of the yard, right next to a small garden that Renee tended to fill with white roses. The moon was fool tonight, with the stars shining ever so brightly. Bart new it would be the perfect time to ask Isabella the most important question of his life.

Isabella looked up at the sky, taking in it's perfection, while Bart took in the perfection that was the love of his life.

"It's so beautiful out here, the stars are so stunning." Bart smiled at her remark. "Not as stunning as you, mi amor." Isabella smiled at him. Bart caressed her cheek the way he always did, filling Isabella with goose bumps and butterflies. No matter how many times he caressed her, no matter where on her body, he always got the same reaction. He knew from the moment he saw her, that Isabella belonged with him and wanted to make her his for the rest of their lives.

He had been itching to ask her to be his forever for over a year, but wanted to wait till she finished school and had also asked her fathers permission. Now that he had, he was more nervous than a virgin on prom night.

He knew though that this was the right time, that him and Isabella were right for each other, and all he had to now was ask.

"I have a question for you mi armor." Isabella grinned. "And what's that?" Bart reached into pocket and dropped to one knee. He opened the box to reveal a stunning engagement ring and looked up to Isabella.

"Isabella Marie Quijada, you are the most stunning caring and beautiful woman I have ever known. From the moment I fist saw you I knew you were it for me and I would like to make that permanent. Will you be mine forever and make me the happiest man alive? Will you marry me?" Isabella had tears in her eyes and could barely breathe she was so over whelmed but after a few seconds she managed to nod her head and eventually whispered yes. Bart smiled, placed the ring he had spent his life savings on and placed it on his new fiance's left hand. He stood up and took her in his arms, swinging her around, the both of them saying how much they loved each other.

Billy watched as the woman he loved broke his heart, by accepting the hand of another man. It was at that point that all hope was lost and Billy knew what he had to do.

He knew that it was time to kill.

Mexico City
1976

It was suppose to be a perfect day.

A sunny day.

A perfect day to get married...

Isabella had been dreaming of her perfect wedding for what seemed like many years now and it had ended up being her worst nightmare.

The wedding itself was gorgeous and perfect, her step mother Ramona had made her the perfect wedding gown, her little sister Renata was her maid of honor and her father had given her away to the man of her dreams in the church her father and step mother were married in over 15 years ago.

Now she was supposed to be on her way to her honey moon in Cancun with her new husband, but instead was tied up in dark room with Bart beside her, also tied up and beaten bloody.

She had no idea what happened, what spurred this all on, she didn't even know why they were here and whom had captured them. All she knew is that she was worried for her husband whom had not woken up and feared that they would not make it out alive.

She took into account the room they were in, it was dark, one window with the drapes drawn, she had no idea what time it was or how long they had been here for. She also saw a queen size bed in the middle of the room with white sheets and purple violets thrown all over.

What did that mean?

Just then she saw her husband come to. He had a gash on his forehead and his right leg had been stabbed. "Bartolo, are you okay?" He took a deep breath and looked around the room as she did. "Yeah... yeah I'm okay. Where are we, why the hell are we tied up?" Isabella shook her head, she had no idea how to answer because she did not have the answer for him. "It's okay mi armor, we'll be okay. Do you have any idea who did this to us?"

Just then the door opened and slammed shut. "Well I did this to you." Said Billy Black.

Two days Later

"Please...

Please...

Stop this..."

Isabella wept but had very little strength left. She was now on the bed, her arms tied above her head, numb and heavy. Her husband was on the other side of the room, bloodier than before, his hands hanging from the ceiling his toes barely able to touch the ground. After Billy had made himself known to the two of them he had separated them, placing Isabella on the bed and leaving Bart in the chair to watch what Billy did to his wife.

He never once forced himself on her, although he was tempted, but he did strip her of her gown, ripping it into pieces, leaving her naked and touching her in ways that made her squirm. After he had had his fill of Isabella he went back to Bart, beating him to a bloody pulp, stabbing both legs multiple times, careful not to hit the artery's. He did want this to last after all. He also stabbed his arms multiple times before taking him out of the chair and hanging him for the ceiling. All while his wife wept for Billy to stop and to let them go. Billy just stayed quiet as he tortured the young couple. Never once giving a reason behind it all, slowly but surely insuring his soul left his body with every ounce of pain he inflicted.

At the end of it all Bart didn't have an ounce of strength left, he couldn't tell his wife that he loved her, that he would always love her and he was sorry that he couldn't protect her, that he failed as a husband. He was barely able to lift his head up to see his wife and for that at least he was grateful, but at the same time he knew his time was up and he only hoped that his wife would be spared and would move on happily with out him.

Isabella kept weeping, it was all she could do but at this point she had such little strength left she couldn't even produce anymore tears. Billy however was well rested at the foot of the bed and eating a perfect dinner. He was the picture of calm, any other person would've never guessed that he was killing and torturing a newly wed couple. He finished his meal and went up to Isabella, whispered in her ear and moved down to her legs where he had been slashing them on and off for the past 24hrs.

When he first started slashing them, Bart nearly lost it and had almost managed to make it out of his ropes, but due to his wounds, he just did not have enough strength and instead had to suffer while his wife also suffered. Because after Billy slashed her legs he would then rub salt in her wounds bringing her to agony.

Of course this was nothing compared to Bart wounds, but he would rather take anything this young man brought if it meant keeping his wife safe.

If only if were that simple.

Once Billy was done with slashing and salting Isabella he went back to Bart and would begin beating him again, but this time he didn't, this time he just stared at him and then stared back at Isabella. Bart was confused by his action, what was he doing, what was he saying. Billy stayed like that for several minutes before he started to laugh, and then...

He smiled.

12 hours later

Billy hands were full of blood.

Lots

and

lots

of

blood.

Hours ago he had Bart at his knees in front of his wife whom was begging and crying for Billy to let them go, to spare them. She even went as far as saying she would divorce Bart and marry him. Billy had to admit, he was very tempted by her offer, but he knew it wasn't real.

He knew her heart did not belong to him, no matter how much he wanted it, no matter how much he thought he deserved it.

No, instead it was best to make her suffer and that is what he did when he slashed that fuckers throat right in front of her eyes.

As Isabella lay there shocked at the murder of her husband, she knew there was little left she could do. She could only pray that death took her soon, she did not want to live in this world with out her husband. Billy lay next to her on the bed, caressing and rubbing against her body, laying his hand across her lower belly, he knew it would be the last time.

"You know, our child could've grown here within your belly. You would've given birth to many of our sons, if only you had just read the signs. If only you would've ignored that fuckers advances and had listened to mine instead. It would've been me at that alter, you would've given yourself over to me and none of this would've happened. He would still be alive, probably never even realizing you existed, and that's okay, because I saw you that first time and I knew."

Billy glided the blade of his knife along her naked skin, somehow carressing it against her naked breast, taunting her. "I knew we were meant for each other, but you just had to read the wrong signs Isabella. Now your life belongs to me. Such a shame too, because we would've had such a great life together. You at my side." She knew what was coming, and it was all she could do, to not beg for it. She wanted to die, her life was over the moment her husbands life was taken by this mad man.

Billy looked at Isabella one more time and whispered, "I love you..." then Billy slowly stabbed Isabella in the heart, watching the tears slide down her face, the agony as the blade slowly and painfully broke through her body and the blood seeping out onto her skin and across the already white, bloody sheets.

Un-knownest to Billy, before Isabellas soul left her body, she had sworn her revenge in this life... or the next.

Now Billy was just sitting in the room on his own, his hands and clothes full of the newly weds blood. He didn't know what to do now, he had never tortured or killed anyone before.

Now that he had, he felt sick, he wanted to puke, but at the same time he wanted to turn back time and do it all over again. It gave him the most awesome rush and he couldn't wait to do it again. He wondered if this is what a man is supposed to feel like.

He got up and went up to the bathroom to clean up all the blood on his hands before disposing of the bodies. As he was washing his hands he looked into the mirror and saw his face, it wasn't the same innocent face it was before. It was cold now, cold, fearful and with no remorse. He knew who he was now and he wanted the world to know. He looked down again to make sure all the blood was gone, once he was sure his hands were clean he looked up again to see Isabella in the corner, holding his heart.

To be continued...

I hope you enjoyed your look into Billy, Aro and Renee. I'm not really sure as to how many more chapters are left in this story but the end is coming near. As soon as I get my outlines out I'll give you guys an idea as to how much is left over. As for the finale to this outtake, I'm planning on having it ready to go a few chapters before the end so when you see it you know that the end will be near. Don't worry it will be an HEA. Love all you satisfied readers out there and for the ones that aren't satisfied, why the hell are you even reading it. ;)

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