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You don't know how glad I am that so many people like this. Also, even though my electricity could go out because of this ridiculous thunder storm, here's another chapter.

Chapter Twenty One: Bella

Charlie and Sue, their bodies bent and twisted in ways unimaginable, their throats torn out, eyes glazed and unseeing.

Jessica, Angela, Ben, Mike, Lauren, Eric...

Charlie's house, torn apart and burned.

Renee and Phil, they had come down from Florida a week ago, to visit Charlie and Sue for their engagement party- staked straight through the chest with a lamppost, like some kind of sick joke.

Billy Black, wheelchair crushed under an overturned car, the man himself torn in two, the blood drained from his body.

The Cullen's, various close up shots of their faces, golden eyes open, no life or spark behind the dull topaz irises.

Emmett. Kind, sweet teddy-bear Emmett, who was always so tough and so strong, but so kind and gentle when it came to Rosalie. Snapped in two, his head torn from his shoulders and thrown across the baseball clearing.

Rosalie. Sarcastic, biting bitchy Rosalie, who I had never really to know better, and realizing that there was a side to her that I had never noticed, a side where she was supportive, thoughtful and great at giving advice… Arms mangled and twisted, her golden head wrenched away from the torso.

Esme. Loving, understanding, motherly Esme, who had been the mother to me that Renee had always tried to be, even from a distance. Esme had always made me feel welcome with the Cullen's, always put me at ease and made me feel less awkward about being human. Beautiful hair matted and torn out, head lying meters from the rest of her distorted body.

Jasper. Fierce, silent dangerous Jasper, who had always remained at a distance, yet somehow always been part of my life. So obviously affectionate to little Alice, and always so thoughtful towards me. I knew how he had fought in the newborn wars, -the god of War, Caius had called him, but even he was gone. His jaw had been ripped from his face, and his granite body twisted and crushed.

Carlisle. Humane ever forgiving Carlisle. The one who had built the Cullen's into who they were, the indivisible vampire family, who had survived for decades together. The one who introduced a new life for all of them, a life where they could live in peace. In a way he was like Jacob. Always stitching me up after the almost-car-crash, after the James incident, after my disaster of a birthday party… Never losing patience… Golden waves of hair dull and lank, the sunlight no longer glittering on his skin as every single body part of his was torn off and cast away.

Alice. Dear little Alice, so bright and energetic, always pulling me here and there, insisting we play 'Bella Barbie' and cheating at Chess, screaming over what clothes I was wearing… Always so constant and cheerful, the light of the Cullen's… Her tiny petit body shredded like it had gone through a meat grinder, and her eyes… Always so bubbly and full of life… Empty.

Edward. Edward who I no longer loved, who I had never really loved, but still cared for like a brother. Edward who played the piano and hummed me to sleep at night, who rescued me from James, and who I had hoped would understand when I told him I did not love him any longer… Unrecognizable.

…and then Victoria.

Standing as a flame haired beauty, her face disfigured with a smile of such insanity, it put Aro's to shame, she stood triumphantly in front of a pyramid of bodies… Charlie, Sue, Renee, Phil, Angela, Ben, Mike, Jessica, Eric, Lauren, Billy, Jasmine from the Coffee place, Erin- Charlie's right-hand-man, and so many others, all mangled and covered in blood, like a demented child's blocks all piled on top of each other. All of them, piled right outside the town of Forks, or what was the town of Forks.

All that remained was an ash strewn clearing, broken and burnt buildings sticking out of the rubble, razed to the ground. But they bodies still held my attention. All of them, their eyes open, staring accusingly straight at me.

Your fault.

It was true.

It was my fault.

All of it… The newborn army… Victoria… If I had never been born, if I had never met Edward… If I had never been there in that baseball clearing the day James arrived, he would never have been killed, Victoria would never have been out for revenge, she would never have attacked the Cullen's, never attacked my parents, never attacked my family, killed my friends, and burnt down and destroyed my hometown utterly.

If I had never been born, none of this would have happened… If James had just killed me right then and there in the clearing, everything would have been fine, everyone could have lived out their lives- or in the Cullen's case- eternity- in peace… No me. No danger. No death at the hands of maniacs…

Your fault.

~~~(o.O)~~~

When the blackness had come, I had welcomed it. I had embraced it with open arms, trying to escape the horror of reality, hoping that it was some insane joke, some horrible fantasy projected straight into my brain… But ignorance was a gift that had been taken from me.

All of the eyes. The empty unseeing dead eyes, all looking straight at me.. All accusing me… Your fault.

Then reality was clawing back at me, and I didn't know whether reality was much better than the black.

My eyes opened, seeing nothing by the concerned faces of Aro, Marcus, Caius, Jane, Felix, Demetri, Corin, Alec, Santiago, Heidi, Sculpia…

I was in bed, and everything seemed so peaceful… Was it all a dream? Were the horrors of before just my imagination? Was everything alright-

"…investigators are stunned at the attack on the small town of Forks in Washington DC, at what seems to have been a terrorist bombing. The entire town has been levelled, and there are no mentioned survivors, the police and national guard are stumped by what appears to be an unexplained pyramid of bodies just a few meters outside of the main road leading into what used to be Forks. There are several graphic images which will not be displayed due to-"

I did not realized I was sitting, staring at my television, which was on, the reporter emotionlessly sitting behind a clear glass desk, listing off all the names of the confirmed dead…

…so it was true- and now the shock set in, the numbing realization that there was no more Forks, no more Charlie, no more Renee, no more Angela, no more of anything I had ever known… Just… nothing.

Emptiness.

I couldn't feel the pain, although I knew it was there, I couldn't feel the sadness, although I could sense it looming over me, like a wave about to crash down on me, I couldn't feel the anger, although it boiled up inside me… I couldn't feel anything…

Forks had been home, a home I didn't realize I could have there, a home where vampires and werewolves existed, a place where I'd discovered who I really was, and a place that no longer existed.

Gone.

And then I was aware of all the people around me, and all the sympathy radiating out at me from all around me, and all the pity, and every one of them all so damn understanding, and I wanted them to get out, to get out, to just get out, and to leave me alone, and stop being so…. So….

Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out…

And the TV kept on spouting names, names which no longer held any meaning, because they no longer existed, never again would talk, never again would laugh, never again would live all because of me…

Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out… Get out…

And no one was turning it off, only talking to me, saying words I couldn't hear- didn't want to hear… They were trying to comfort me… Not understanding that I didn't want this- that I didn't deserve this… That the only thing I deserved to be was dead… I wanted to die a hundred times, a thousand times because of what I did.

And that it was my fault… My fault... My fault… My fault….

And I didn't realize I was crying as the words screamed in my mind until tears fell off my cheeks, landing on my pants.

Suddenly I noticed the vampires trying to counsel me and I simply sobbed harder. They looked at me with worrying looks, but I curled myself up in a ball, my body feeling numb like it had once before.

The voice continued on my heart ached with each word that left the T.V.

"…Billy Black, Quil Ateara, Embry Call…."

The pack.

I screamed, and with strength I didn't know I possessed, I slammed my fist into the screen, punching straight through, my knuckles instantly cracking and splitting, but I could still feel nothing… And I wanted to feel something- anything, anything other than this horrible void, and there was nothing there for me to hold onto… I was just falling… falling like there was nothing beneath me, and I was drowning, and burning, and freezing all at the same time while felt nothing…. And perhaps I was going insane, and I would have preferred it…

I curled back into my tight ball and sobbed hard and long until I saw Caius looking at me in worry. The other vampires quickly evaporated from the room, knowing they should leave us to talk.

~~~(o.O)~~~

Caius

The door went flying off its hinges, smashing against the floor as I entered her room, the heavy scent of Isabella's sweet blood was over powering, and almost rendered me dizzy.

Her entire room was destroyed; the furniture destroyed and slashes in the fabric of the bed and chairs made by what looked like a knife.

Isabella was lying in the middle of the room, her hair tattered and ragged, eyes puffy and bloodshot red, tears still forming in her eyes.

"What do you want?" Isabella sobbed, her eyes demanding. "You… you know that's now the seventh time that door's b-been broken down huh? "

"Isabella."

"You know, you were right. I'm j-ju…just a useless h-human right? You said it yourself months ago… W-well here I am being human huh? I'm useless, and I'm going to stay useless… and I'm sick of people dying around me…"

She let out a choked sob and more tears fell from her eyes.

"In the end it d-d-doesn't matter anyway. You would totally change me into a vampire no matter what, right? "

An immense wave of pity washed over me, a foreign emotion, yet uncontrollable as I watched the girl sob on the bed. "Isabella, I don't think that-"

"CHANGE ME!"

The yell took me by surprise, forcing me back a step as she suddenly glared at me, her eyes startlingly clear and bright. "Change me into a vampire already! It's what you want right? It's the stupid law isn't it? I'm useless, you said it yourself- a useless human who should have run the first day I met your kind- and you know what? You were right! You were so right! I should have run, I should have run, and tripped, and died, and that would have been best for everyone wouldn't it? It's my damned fault that they're dead, and I'm just so sick of it all, and I want to hunt them down, and I want to tear Victoria's head from her shoulders, and I want to burn her, and all of them, and I am sick of being the pathetic human! So just blasted bite me already, and change me into a vampire, and follow your Volturi laws… I am going to burn them, and I want to burn them."

Her eyes were flaming; the brown could almost have been red, driven out of her pain she was feeling. They were still crazed though, still burning with a hate that rivalled mine all those centuries ago….

"Bella- You don't know that this is what you wan-"

"Oh so now it's Bella now? You know what? Screw you, screw all of you! I've had enough of your pity, enough of all of this to last a lifetime! It's my stupid choice! MINE! First it's crazy vampires chasing me all over the world, and I am sick of running, I'm sick of being the damsel in distress, and it is MY choice! I want to fight, I want to tear their heads from their shoulders, and burn them! I am not some kind of child you shove in a room and play with and expect them to go along with everything you tell them- this is my fault! Didn't you see the photos? Didn't you see the pictures of what I've done? Do you know that right now I'm actually homeless?"

She laughed- not a giggle, a maniacal laugh, high-pitched and insane. "I'm homeless, and I have nowhere to live! Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Edward, Emmett, Rosalie… My dad, my mum… They're all dead, and I can do nothing about it, but sit here, be a pathetic mortal and wallow in my own self-pity! Do you have any idea of how disgusting I am right now?"

She shook her head, eyes still frighteningly bright. "You might as well do me a favor and kill me right now you know that? I can't feel anything! Nothing! I can't even taste anymore! This is just like when Edward and his family left the first time, only worse. I am numb, not even living!"

"I'm not stupid you know! I can see it in your eyes- I can see the pity- I can see your sympathy, and I DO NOT want it! Did it ever occur to you that maybe- maybe I don't want to live a long happy life and have human experiences?"

The scent of blood was growing stronger, and I could see her bleeding knuckles and long gashes across her arms and stomach…

Horror and revulsion filled me as I saw the bloody and discarded knife beside an overturned dresser. What had she done?

She had practically mauled herself, and that I was frozen to the spot, feeling utterly blank and helpless…

"-It's all your stupid supposed 'values' and 'martyrdom' that is the supposed bloody reasoning behind keeping me human- well I'll show you human!"

I had all but become a statue, only watching numbly as Bella grabbed the knife from the ground, and drove it straight into her own chest, at the exact same moment her heart stopped.