Happy New Years Eve! (Depending on where you are...)
Here's another chapter for all you readers.
This chapter may shock you...and I don't know if you will agree with Bella in some parts, but this is how the story will continue.
Thank you all for your support. Each and every one of you.

-Chapter 25-

Bella's POV

It has been nearly a week since the council had decided I had to slaughter my sister. To be completely honest, it had been a week since I've been myself. My normal self.

I've learnt to be ruthless, vile and cruel; conjuring up multiple ways to kill my sister. I never felt an ounce of remorse for my thoughts, and I knew that all the demons living underneath this roof liked it, too. They were all like that - and I was becoming one of them.

Although, behind their ruthless, vile and cruel behavior, they can be genuinely nice, kind-hearted and generous. But it was in their nature to be animalistic, something I will have to get used to once I turned.

Numerous times, Edward said that it wasn't necessary for me to kill my sister, that we can always find an alternative, maybe even persuade the council to think otherwise. But that wasn't an option. I had no options. The council was upset as soon as I walked into the room. Their icy cold glares like daggers looking at me. Their judgmental snorts filling the room. Their decision was final, I was to kill my sister.

I still didn't want to, but I don't have a choice. I knew too much. I know how to summon demons and that will be my proof if I were to reveal their secret to the world. Rosalie knew it too, but I was also bonded with Edward. I loved Edward, thus, they mean I will not be terminated. Since my sister is not bound to anyone of the demon world, then she needed to be killed.

My unmerciful self wasn't taking pity on the fact my sister had limited time to live. The council said though themselves, "She will become an angel..."

I had no other relatives, so what is the point in my existence? I found someone who loves me and who I love so much. Rosalie never cared for me, she only did if she ever needed me for something or if I had something that she was jealous of. She wouldn't miss me. She would rather throw me in a ditch and leave me for the coyotes than leave Emmett.

"Jane." I called.

Jane assisted me today with my preparations for the termination of my sister, as horrific as it sounds. She did my make-up, so that I would look like a decent last image before she became deceased. My hair was curled into ringlets that cascaded down my back. Jane handed me her cloak to borrow. It was purple velvet, which looked black if it weren't reflecting off any light. It was embroidered with gold stitching and there was a pendant that held it together. With my ivory skin and my chocolate brown eyes, I looked terrifyingly vicious. Which was the whole goal in this preparation.

"Before we leave," Jane came into the room, holding up her index finger. "I have something for you."

She went into the walk in closet and came back out with a samurai sword. It had details in it that I couldn't identify because of my limited eyesight. But it had a golden handle poking out of the black blade protector. She took it out of the protector and with a sharp sound, held it up vertically in front of her face, as if she were preparing herself for an ancient battle.

She released her posture, and held it flat in her hands, horizontally.

"This," She gave me a wicked grin. "is your deadly weapon."

I took it from her, and marveled at it. She handed me the case and I so gladly put it back in its protector. I slide it in an open loop on my right side, hidden beneath the cloak. It was no where to be seen, unless I lifted the cloak.

"Since you are not officially a demon, this is what you will use to kill your sister." She bowed slightly.

"You say that as if it were a normal thing to do." I remarked, a sly smirk on my face. I still felt no remorse.

"Because," She looked at me with her bright red eyes, a hint of darkness in her expression. "in my world, it is."

"We're almost there." Jane notified.

We had left a few hours ago to Forks, Washington, on the hunt for Rosalie. The entire gang was with us: Aro, Felix, Tanya, Kate, Irina, Jane and Edward. I had to ride on his back, as they practically flew through the each state. I stared at the back of Edward's head accusingly.

"How come it took us forever to get to New York if you could have just done this all the way there?" I muttered.

He let out a dark chuckle. "Because I wanted more time with you."

"Good answer." I smiled, looking up at the moon from in between the trees. We were in Washington now, and I hadn't realize how many trees there were. It was so much more different from New York - a place where I've grown to get used to with the busy streets and the tall buildings.

"Another five miles." Jane shouted, mostly for my benefit.

Three minutes had gone by and we were already in Forks. The place was unusually busy as we stopped with the running and began to walk. Edward held me close to his side, whispering positive things into my ear, for encouragement and to boost my confidence.

The strangers who passed by eyed us nervously and avoided us at every cost. Most of them looked my way, familiar faces and I knew they recognized me, too, they gasped and scurried along.

"You're frightening the entire town, Bella." Jane snickered.

"You will make a lovely addition to our demonic coven." Aro declared, joyfully.

"Thank you." I giggled, freely.

Edward halted, and everyone else stopped.

"I smell her scent..." He hissed, he darted toward the East. "She's not alone..."

My eyes widened for a moment, but then returned to its sullen expression.

I turned towards the direction that Edward said she would be and I saw two shadowy figures coming down the empty road. She was most likely headed to my favorite restaurant that she went to with Edward and I, before the incident occurred.

She was talking to...Lauren Mallory, that same girl that she was talking to outside the restaurant before we ordered.

I stared at my sister for a little while, taking in her appearance. Her unruly blond hair was bouncing in the wind, her blue eyes were icy under the moonlight, her smile was radiant as she laughed with Lauren about something that I don't care about. She looked so care-free, joyous...and not worried. As if I didn't exist. A part of me hoped she noticed I was gone, missing, lost or something among those lines. I wondered if she noticed that I dropped out of school or sold the house we grew up in together.

She looked back down the road, directly at my direction. And she stopped. She stopped walking. Lauren frowned, and her lips read, 'What's wrong, Rose?'. In response, Rosalie, wide-eyed like a doe, pointed down at us, where I glared at her direction. Lauren mimicked her expression, her eyes widening, her mouth gaping and her skin turning white, they stood still, terrified.

I walked forward, following Jane. Then we stopped, twenty feet away from each other. A lamp flickered above us, to my irritation. Jane noticed my irritation. She jumped at the pole, climbed it up like a spider and smashed the street light in. Glass showered everywhere, but I had not intention to block myself, knowing that I was fully protected around these demons. Rosalie and Lauren shielded themselves from the falling glass, but none hit them. Jane jumped down with a silent thud and returned to my side.

I didn't speak. I waited for Rosalie.

Rosalie looked at me, terrified. Then, like I knew she would, she spoke up.

"Bella? Is-is that you?" She whispered, barely audible. But I managed to hear her just fine.

I looked at her with a sneer. "And who else would it be?" I gestured to Edward, who raised a brow. Who else would be with Edward? In Forks? In front of Rosalie?

"I was so worried about you-"

"Was." I repeated. "You were worried about me. But you aren't anymore, are you?" I raised my eyebrows.

She looked absolutely scared, which sent pleasurable shivers down my spine. "I-I still am..." She murmured, looking at my body and my attire. She looked at my face and her eye brows raised, as if she were worried.

"No you weren't." I spat at her, walking slowly around her. She stood still, facing the demons that accompanied me. "You didn't give a damn that I was gone."

"Bella-"

"Silence!" I commanded, a harsh whisper. She jumped and tightened her mouth into a thin line. "You didn't care that I was gone. You probably didn't even notice, did you? You were too busy fucking the living shit out of your boyfriend? I'm right, aren't I?"

Of course, it was a rhetorical question.

"Please don't kill us." Lauren begged, her eyes pleading. Tears were starting to shed, and knowing that it wasn't my job to kill her, I decided that it was worth it to leave her be. After all, if she wanted to find me, she couldn't. She didn't know how to summon a demon, according to the council. And the council I will trust.

"Oh, I won't kill you." I smiled, trying to look deadly sweet.

Her shoulders slumped with relief as she wiped away the tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks.

I did not mention that I was going to kill Rosalie. I will save that for last.

"Rosalie." I barked, her shoulders straightened in response. "There is a question that I have been longing to ask for so long...and it has been bugging me to the core since I was a child and only recently have I had the courage to think about it. Now, I'm prepared to ask it."

"What is it?" She said, carefully.

I let a moment of silence pass by. It was eerie, suspenseful and the question I was about to propose was random. Very random. But it was important to me, I needed to have some sort of closure before I begin this new chapter in my life. A chapter filled with unruly things.

"Who killed mom and dad?"