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Age eight.

Ever feel like your life was out of your control? Like you were destined for something that you never wanted?

Well, that was my life.

I was the long-awaited daughter that Mother and Grandmother were sure would rid the family of some multi-generation curse.

In my family, the women were in charge. Instead of the woman taking the man's last name, the man allows the woman to keep her maiden name. Any boy child can have the father's last name. Girls, the mother's.

Today is the day I learn what my role in this family is.

And if it is as bad as I think it is, it might end up with someone dead.

"Daughter. I am saddened that you took so long to get my granddaughter involved. She should have been trained by now. You know this is making me look like a failure in our family's eyes! This is not acceptable."

"I am sorry, Mother. You are right. But, with all the moving we had to do to follow the Swan girl, it's been hard. She stayed in one place for two weeks, Mother! TWO WEEKS! That is hard to move that often with a family. Renee is not the typical Swan family wife." Mother says to Grandmother.

They are talking about Isabella? Why are they saying that about her?

I can't help but wonder what she would have done to need a family intervention.

"Grandmother…" I started and was cut off.

"Your training starts now, Granddaughter."

Sure enough, my training started. I learned of how my family was betrayed by the Eala family, now the Swan family. How each time we found our forever, we were denied that right and had to marry worse than second best. Living in less than the best environments, having to work and clean our own homes.

I did not understand why this was terrible.

We apparently came from money. Money we no longer have since we can't marry high enough on the social ladder.

As the training continued, I noticed my mind changing. I realized that the Eala family was the reason for my family being depressed.

Nobody will be happy until they are gone. I will be in charge of taking out Isabella Swan.

Age sixteen.

I met James Hunter, when we moved to Forks; it was love at first sight. Or so he thought.

His family is rich. Beyond rich. This was my chance to set the world right. If I got him instead of Isabella, then maybe she would not need to die.

That is doubtful. Grandmother was sad that Isabella had not already died. But, Isabella's father never had any more children after her, so no matter what she is the last of the line.

The best thing, she is moving back with her father, which means I might be able to not kill the Swan girl.

Not likely. But one can dream.

I tried to get James to like me. He is nice enough, but I am not feeling what my family sees in him.

He drinks, smokes, does drugs, and has multiple girls in his sexual history and has for at least two years. I am one of the few in this hick town school he has not slept with.

Now that he has met Isabella, or Bella as she prefers, he wants to give up sex, drugs, drinking, and smoking for her.

Me? He just wanted to use me.

I let go of the dream of being a Hunter and moved on to Edward Cullen. The newest student at Forks High and sadly, under Bella's charm himself.

Now it is personal.

Age twenty-eight

I am yet again a failure. Try as I may, no matter how many times I have been pregnant, I have yet to give birth to a girl. Today marks the third and fourth child I will give birth to and disappoint my family.

My first two sons, which I had at nineteen and twenty-two, who I named Amos and Benoni before they were adopted. Amos because I was burdened and Benoni because he was the son of my sorrows.

Both were quickly adopted to good families in different states. Amos in Utah and Benoni in Nevada.

Both having a chance at a good life. Since their fathers were both one-night stands and I did not know their names.

Though I did have a one-night stand with James Hunter before he left for College in Portland, Oregon.

Sadly, my little girl died. None of my family knows this.

I wish she had lived. James would have married me and taken care of us. Maybe. Just maybe, that would have made the family curse complete.

But, it was not meant to be. But, my Angel Anna is safe.

My Messenger of God and Grace who is in heaven with Jesus and not going to be tormented by my family.

Meanwhile, I was letting down my family.

But I kept thinking, maybe this is God's way of saying that daughters are no longer needed. Maybe, Isabella will be the last Swan and I need not worry over her death.

She is accident-prone like nobody I've ever met before. Maybe she will die on her own accord.

In all the years since I knew what my destiny on this earth was, she surprised me. Every single time.

Bella fell in love with the new boy in town, the son of Doctor Carlisle and Esme Cullen, Edward.

Trust fund baby that loved to lavish her with expensive gifts and affection.

She kept complaining he was spending too much on her but supposedly loved him.

I would never have said anything like that to him.

They got a house just after graduating from high school. She also made him marry her! What woman would want to be married out of high school?

Me if I could be married to that man I would.

Her ring?

A simple, heart-shaped blue sapphire Claddagh ring, because of her Irish heritage. Worse than that, he bought matching bands for each of them. Some lover's knot or some nonsense.

The ring he would have bought me, had he picked me?

Let's just say the money he would spend could buy a house.

Speaking of houses. Their house!

I am sure he paid for it. Much smaller than what I would have asked for. But, they seem content with it.

Small older style ranch house. When I think of Edward, I see a big mansion with lots of cars and land. Not a half-acre with a two-car garage with two Volvos in the drive!

I need to move on.

They went to the University of Washington in Seattle and he did his residency in Seattle while she got a job in Forks. I tried many times while he was away to get him to stray and have his baby. But nothing worked.

Until I met my husband. Who knocked me up with my third and fourth boys. This time, since I had been dating this man, it was determined that I should marry him. Since that is what a good Christian girl would do.

So I did.

We are currently stationed in Pensacola, Florida.

The light at the end of the tunnel for me is that I left rainy Washington and moved to sunny Florida.

We are at the beach all the time. My husband is deployed a lot, which has its advantages. His hazard pay is a nice touch.

Now that I am pregnant with his children, I get more money for that too.

My poor Austin. He doesn't know what's coming for him.

Age thirty-three.

While some would say that a woman in my situation should have more feelings than she does, I can't be bothered.

Austin died two months ago. Died in a battle on the other side of the world, fighting for our country's freedom.

I wasn't upset at Austin's dying other than what was expected of me.

Until Mother told me that it was time to come home. That I wasted enough time playing house.

Now, I am scared shitless.

I failed as a daughter by having four sons and no daughters. And worse yet? I had to have a full hysterectomy because there was so much damage from my previous births.

Thankfully, they never disclosed the fact that I had four pregnancies instead of two. Austin knew about Angel, but it was never discussed beyond the fact that she was born and died.

Mother and Father coming to pack my things to go to Forks was a depressing day.

"Keep up the act. You are a widow and should act like it. We have a reputation to keep. Did you need to name these boys Ichabod and Job? Couldn't you have done something more subtle? Like Tristan or Mark? I should have been there to help you name these boys. What did your husband think? I bet he hated them! Foolish girl. To think, our family is counting on you to save us!"

Leave it to Mother to tell it how it is.

Taking the belongings that I wanted to keep, sending some to Austin's family, keeping some for the boys, we made the trip to Forks. I was to live with my family until I was settled.

Meaning, when Isabella was dead.

When we made it back to Forks, we had a small ceremony for Austin with his family. Small world, he was from Forks too.

I never told Mother or Father of the life insurance policy I would receive from Austin's death.

If I am strong enough, once it comes, I will use it to move. Leave the kids with Austin's parents.

The paperwork is all complete.

Now, I wait.

Seeing Edward and Bella around town makes me sick! They are too perfect! Nobody can truly be as happy as they are. It has to be a trick!

They still hold hands like they are in high school. He still holds her and kisses her cheek or top of her head like she is the most important thing to him. And she loves every single second of it.

James is here as well with his wife, Victoria, and their perfect family. It makes me sick.

Their first little girl with Victoria's curly red hair and James' blue eyes. A younger brother with Victoria's green eyes and James' blond hair. The baby girl is all James. Blonde hair and blue eyes and the cutest thing you ever saw.

I try to think of what Angel would look like. Would her eyes have stayed blue like James' or turned brown like mine? His blonde hair or my black hair? Or maybe somewhere in the middle?

Looking at the two boys that I have, it makes me angry. Nothing in my life is right.

It is all of Bella Swan's fault.

I look over at the piles of papers of all the women who have wronged our family, realizing I am finally ready to start the healing process.

The healing process that will include two more names to the list.

Isabella Swan Cullen.

Victoria Sutherland-Hunter.

Maybe Victoria's two daughters as well. Actually. All three of the kids. James needs to be free of those parasites. He surely will thank me for it.

I will free myself of mine as well when the time is right.

I get up and look for a pen and piece of paper. I am going to write the first part of my manifesto.

If this is going to be the year of Isabella's death, it needs to be on Halloween. Just like all her aunts before her.

I need to start to try being her friend. Maybe she can come over and I could make her a lovely dinner. Maybe I could put something in her drink. I don't know. There are so many options.

I hear a crash from the living room where I left the twins. This pisses me off!

"BOYS! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO PISS ME OFF!" I run into the room and see they are not there.

A baseball is in the middle of the floor and came from the outside. Well, there is no way those two idiots would know how to do that. The doorbell rings and I reluctantly go to answer it. On the other side, is a smiling Edward Cullen.

"Hello, Edward. What can I do for you?" I tried to force a smile.

"Hello, Mrs. Marks. I am sorry to say that I was involved with a baseball going into the front window. I was wondering if I could help pay for your family to get a new one?"

"What do you mean? You have no children. How were you involved?" I asked. Confused.

"Honestly, I was playing with Emmett, Jasper, and their gaggle of hellions. I already called a contractor to come to fix the window. Bella's friend, Sam Uley. He should be here within a few hours to measure and get a new one...You think your parents would mind?" He looked concerned.

"I am sure that will be more than fine. Thank you for coming and taking responsibility. I was just going to call my boys to go outside. They are being quiet." I hear the sound of laughter from upstairs. "Boys! Time to play outside!"

They came down the stairs and were excited to go outside. I don't allow it much, but don't want to chance them getting hurt with the glass.

"I forgot you have kids. How old are they? Hey boys, my name is Edward Cullen. I went to school with your parents. I am sorry about your dad." Then he looked up at me and said "And Austin. He was a great man. If you need anything, let Bella or me know. We wanted to stop by, but wanted to give you and the boys time to settle."

The boys don't talk to him. So, I encourage them. If I get my way, they will be his sons.

"This is Job Anthony and Ichabod Masen. Boys, this is Edward. He is going to be your doctor soon." They said hi.

Anthony is Edward's first middle name, and Masen is his second, so I wanted both of the boys to have them.

"You have interesting names. What made you choose them?"

"Austin was gone and I was inspired by the Bible. The names fit them, very well."

Edward looked at the two boys and smiled at them.

"You boys want to come out with me and some of my friends? If it is okay with your mom, that is." Edward looks from the boys to me with a smile.

I guess I might have to keep them after all. I mean, he doesn't have kids. Maybe she can't have them?

I smile and laugh. "Of course, Doctor Cullen. I will be working on some paperwork inside if you need me. Thank you. They miss having a father in their lives." I sound seductive, I think my trap is going to work.

"Well, nobody could replace Austin, but I am sure he would feel better knowing his boys are looked after. I will talk to Emmett and Jasper. I am sure they would help. It takes a village and all." He smiles at the boys then gets them excited to play.

Now more than ever, I need to get the plan moving. I will be the next Mrs. Doctor Edward Cullen.

Whether I have to get rid of the kids to do it or not.

As For Victoria. I can go after her and her family anytime.

Bella needs to be on Halloween. Which is a week away.

Edward having the boys was a lifesaver. I called my parents and let them know about the window and the contractor, Sam, was already working on fixing it. They did not have an issue since it was free and all.

When I told Mother of the whole Edward wanting to help with the boys, she seemed happy.

"While he is not a Hunter, he is a good man who would take care of you. Since he has no children, I am sure he would love your boys like his own. You have one week to make it work."

I was able to find three of the four obituaries for the women we killed in her family.

It is odd. I was under the impression that only the daughters died. Anyone who pissed us off was fair game.

One of the women, Jane Martin, was my mother's teacher. She was trying to hold her back a grade and suspected abuse.

There can't be an abuse allegation if there is no complainant.

The Swan family had four of them. From the looks of the obituaries, the family was responsible for another fourteen more.

We seem to be born killers. Which is good.

I make copies of the three obituaries that I found and put them in a box. I write a nice little letter to my dear Isabella and put it inside. Somehow, I need to come up with a way that will ensure she gets the package without rain destroying it.

Being that it is Forks, it is always raining. Then again, one of the boys could deliver it to their house and claim it was on the porch.

That is perfect!

Sometimes, I am too smart. Now I just need to get them to do it.

It takes several days for the twins and me to be on the same page. They love the idea of Doctor Edward being their new daddy. They had a great time playing with him and needed a little encouragement to go see him.

They seem to enjoy their time with Edward, even if it is just a few minutes. They seem happier.

Soon my sons...

I have everything planned. Bella is going to be tricked by one of the boys and the other will either stab or shoot her.

The conversation did not go as planned.

We were sitting at the kitchen table when I told them their part in my plan. In my mind, them being involved only helps me since they won't go to jail if they get caught but I will. They did not know that part, but I must get out of this with a new and rich husband! Children be damned.

The conversation should have gone well. Edward had seen them a few times and talked to them. What I did not know was they had, at some point, met Chief Swan and Bella and liked them. They did not want to help me kill her, even if it meant they would get Edward as their new daddy.

Suddenly, I am filled with a rage that I have never felt before. I get up from my chair and remember nothing that happened afterward. Until I woke up strapped in a hospital bed, with handcuffs.

I was the last of the Weber line. With my arrest, I truly disgraced my family.

I only hope that God will forgive me.