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Bella lingered at the base of the stairs, watching as Edward, Kate, Rose, and Jacob poured over the internet, looking for any signs that Marcus Volturi had taken our challenge. Her challenge. She had called him out, publically named him as the man who had not only kidnapped her and Alice, but raped, tortured, attempted to kill them, and killed her mother, father, and sweet little Charlie.

"We should start packing the essentials."

Bella looked over her shoulder, finding Alice sitting a couple steps up.

"In case we have to leave suddenly," she added. "We don't want him here, right?"

Bella nodded, and stood up, following her upstairs and into her bedroom. She stood in the middle of the room for a minute before she walked over to the bed, picking up her old teddy bear. When they arrived here, Renee had dug it out of storage, giving it to Charlie. She'd slept with it every night, carried it around with her. Bella hugged it against her chest, her eyes filling with tears.

"Oh, it's Pookie," Alice giggled, sitting next to her.

"I resented her," Bella whimpered, her tears spilling down her face as she looked at Alice. "I resented my daughter, Al. What kind of mother resents their own child?"

"Oh, sweetie," Alice murmured, looping her arm in with hers.

"I love . . . loved her more than I've ever loved anyone, but there were times, Al . . . She'd get this look on her face, and I'd hate her, because she looked like him and acted like him, and I . . . I fucking resented her for it. Like it was her fault that I lived in Hell."

Bella pulled away from Alice as she stood up, walking over to the window and looking out. "I'm going to kill him, Al. I'm going to make sure he knows every ounce of pain that she felt, that you felt," Bella added, looking at her best friend. "I'm going to make him beg for death."

"Good," she said, standing up. "Because Aro and Caius got off too easy. I hope you send him to burn in Hell, along with every other motherfucker who put their hands on us. B."

Alice wrapped her arms around herself as she walked out of the room, leaving Bella alone. She hugged the teddy bear to her chest once more and looked out the window, and started planning her attack on Marcus Volturi.

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